Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 333 The Dharma Form Shatters, Sword Slays the Sha Diao!

"You're still not quite there compared to me!"

The energy of the Fourth-Order Sword Intent around him was released without any reservation.

It was a terrifying presence.

In an instant, within the black fog, Sha Diao lost his voice, "Fourth-Order Sword Intent? Impossible, you're just at the Tao Tribulation Realm, how could you possibly understand the Fourth-Order Sword Intent?"

Sha Diao was acclaimed as the number one sword genius of Beast Emperor City.

Now at the Third Layer of Dharma Manifestation Realm, he had reached Half-Step Fourth-Order Sword Intent.

Even when compared to some of the peerless geniuses in the mainland, he was not to be outdone.

But now…

A youngster a dozen years his junior, who was also only at the Eighth Layer of Tao Tribulation Realm, actually mastered true Fourth-Order Sword Intent, how could he not be shocked?

"Who exactly are you?" Sha Diao's voice was unprecedentedly solemn.

Xiao Yi's lips curved slightly upward, "Xiaoshanhe Institute, Xiao Yi!"

"It can't be… Xiaoshanhe Institute has long been in ruins; how could they produce a powerhouse like you?"

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Even though Beast Emperor City was situated in the distant seas, it still kept some contacts with the mainland and was well-aware of the news of powerful geniuses and sects among the various dynasties of the mainland.

He had never heard of the name Xiao Yi.

As for Xiaoshanhe Institute, it had declined decades ago.

How could they have nurtured such genius?

Xiao Yi said, "I am not a disciple of Xiaoshanhe Institute; I am the current dean of Xiaoshanhe Institute!"

"No matter who you are, today, you must die!" Sha Diao roared repeatedly.

His voice, besides the cold killing intent, was filled with intense jealousy.

Even now, he had not mastered Fourth-Order Sword Intent.

Xiao Yi was just at the Tao Tribulation Realm, what right did he have to wield such power?

Wuu wuu wuu!

All of a sudden, a gust of wind swept through the land, the sound of the wind piercing, and Xiao Yi found that the fog around him was getting thicker. The pale fog had severely affected Xiao Yi's vision.

Under normal circumstances…

Xiao Yi would have clearly seen an ant on a tree several kilometers away.

But now.

With the fog blocking his view, Xiao Yi found he could only see things half a meter away; the energy from the fog obstructing his vision was truly terrifying.

"There!"

Xiao Yi turned and launched a sword strike.

Pu!

His strike tore through the thick fog in front of him, but he did not find Sha Diao's figure.

Xiao Yi paused, "Did he escape?"

"This!"

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"This!"

"This…"

Xiao Yi shifted his attack direction time and again but still couldn't locate Sha Diao.

Attack after attack missed its mark.

This made Xiao Yi's expression rather unsightly.

Within the fog.

The cold laugh of Sha Diao came, still coming from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint his location, "Is this all you've got? If so, you can die now!"

Shua!

Xiao Yi's pores suddenly exploded as he instinctively brought the longsword to protect his back.

Dang!

Amid a crisp sound.

A ferocious force swept from behind, sending Xiao Yi flying. In that silent moment, Sha Diao's sword had appeared behind him; Xiao Yi's pupils shrank suddenly.

Longsword above his head.

Dang!

Another loud noise.

A longsword slashed out of the dense fog, striking heavily upon Xiao Yi's longsword, sending sparks flying, and Xiao Yi's longsword broke apart.

The violent sword waves continued to force Xiao Yi to retreat explosively.

At that moment...

Wuu wuu wuu!

A flute sound made one drowsy.

Luckily, the necklace in Xiao Yi's bosom emitted a wave of warmth; the heat spread into his body, and in an instant, he regained clarity. At the same time, Xiao Yi sensed a subtle fluctuation in the air behind him.

"Come down!"

Xiao Yi turned quickly and grabbed at the stabbing longsword.

Vital energy coursed through his palm, firmly gripping the longsword.

At the same time, his right hand swung, "A Stroke That Surprises the Wind and Rain!"

Shua shua shua!

Sword beams flew out one after another, following the longsword into the dense fog.

"Awoooo..."

An hysterical scream suddenly came from within the fog, and a spurt of blood gushed forth, as Xiao Yi withdrew his longsword from the mist. Clasped upon the hilt was a pale hand.

Severed by Xiao Yi right at the elbow.

An enraged and venomous howl came from within the fog, "Xiao Yi, for the enmity of my severed arm, we are irreconcilable, I will slaughter you!"

"A rat that hides its head but shows its tail still dares to threaten my life?"

Xiao Yi snorted coldly and tossed the severed arm aside, but he took possession of the longsword.

This longsword was actually a sixth-order high-grade Yuan weapon.

Now the demonic sword could not be used.

Having this longsword, however, was enough to use for a period of time.

Hum!

A sixth-grade Yuan weapon was not so easily controlled, and it buzzed in Xiao Yi's hand; he tightly grasped the hilt as the power of Sword Intent enveloped the longsword.

Sword Intent!

Commanding the swords of the world!

Hum!

The longsword's vibration slowly subsided.

In the blink of an eye, this sixth-order high-grade Yuan weapon was suppressed by Xiao Yi; looking at the 'Flowing Cloud' inscribed on the blade, Xiao Yi raised an eyebrow, "So your name is Flowing Cloud Sword, you belong to me now!"

As the Flowing Cloud Sword was subdued, Sha Diao already sensed it.

Earth-shaking roars came from within the black fog, "Xiao Yi, you broke my arm, and stole my treasured sword, our grudge is irreconcilable!"

"Such nonsense!"

Xiao Yi sneered, looking around at the thick fog, his heart growing more composed, "What exactly is this mist? Sha Diao is actually concealed within it, aside from Dharma Manifestation, I have never heard of anyone else capable of utilizing such natural force..."

Suddenly.

Xiao Yi's eyes lit up, "Dharma Manifestation? Could it be, this mist is his Dharma Manifestation?"

Dharma Manifestation, full of marvels.

In ancient times.

It is said that some people used the sun and the moon as their Dharma Manifestations, there was once a clan that used the sun as their Dharma Manifestation.

Once the Dharma Manifestation was deployed, it was as if the sun was plummeting to earth.

A barren land for thousands of miles, drought for three years!

If Sha Diao truly used the mist as his Dharma Manifestation, condensing the mist into a Dharma Manifestation, employing the force of nature to hide himself within it, this would also explain why he could control the mist.

With this thought.

Xiao Yi's eyes shone, the corners of his mouth curved upward with a playful arc, "Sha Diao, you are as good as dead!"

Hum!

Brilliant light swirled around Xiao Yi.

In his hands, the Flowing Cloud Sword traced sword flowers in front of him, dazzling sword flowers twinkled with silver light, like quicksilver spilling onto the ground. The terrifyingly sharp edge of the sword hummed thunderously, deafening.

"Unblemished Revolution!"

"Eternal Life!"

One blossom.

Two blossoms.

Three blossoms...

Forty-nine Sword Dao lotuses appeared around Xiao Yi, each one containing an unparalleled sharp Sword Qi. The Sword Qi filled the sky, crisscrossing and obscuring the sun.

"Go!"

Xiao Yi flicked his fingers.

Forty-nine Sword Qi lotuses plunged into the fog.

Boom boom boom!

Amidst thunderous explosions, the might of the Sword Qi lotuses burst forth without reserve, wherever they struck within the mist, echoed with violent sounds, a constant stream of carnage. The fog that shrouded the entire lord's mansion was ultimately obliterated under the slaughter of the forty-nine Sword Qi lotuses.

And just then...

In front of Xiao Yi appeared a pale-faced young man with a chilling aura, his right arm broken, holding a short flute in his left hand.

Seemingly bewildered as he stared at Xiao Yi.

As their eyes met.

Xiao Yi commanded in a low voice, "Sword, come!"

Hum!

The Flowing Cloud Sword spun several times before landing into his grasp, he held the hilt with both hands and slashed forward, "Dividing the Egret Islet amidst the Dual Streams!"

Whoosh!

A hundred zhang of sword light, pure and white as driven snow.

It cleaved through the mist attempting to condense once again, roaring as it swiftly passed over Sha Diao.

As the sword light faded.

The mist in the void gradually dispersed.

Xiao Yi stood in the void with sword in hand, the wild wind swirling around him, his robes snapping in the wind, his black hair dancing with the gusts. And in front of him, Sha Diao's body slowly split in two...