Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 458: He’s Not Available!

"Who do you think you are? Dare to judge and comment on our institute head?"

A sneering voice came from outside the door.

Dressed up, the Shadow Demon held the sacrificial scepter in both hands, with a wicked smile on his face and a pair of eyes that glinted coldly, as if choosing someone to devour, fixed intently on Yang Kun. Those icy words had just come from his mouth.

Thump, thump, thump!

Following the Shadow Demon, Zhang Ling and the others also closed in step by step.

Each step they took was in perfect unison.

Although there were more than a dozen of them, they moved as if they were one person.

The exact same movements and expressions.

Such precision sent a chill through the officials in the Golden Throne Hall, as well as the leaders of various factions who had come.

Even Yang Yuhuan, who had been keeping his eyelids lowered, couldn't help but lift his head to look at them. Just the stern aura emanating from the Shadow Demon and his men was enough to match that of a battle-hardened general!

And indeed, they were not to be outdone even by the strongest among his own Blood Saber Guard Ten Great Commanders.

"Has the Xiaoshanhe Institute really grown such powerful experts?"

"These people are truly fearsome, as if they had just returned from the battlefield, all of them exuding a chilling murderous aura..."

"Like the kings coming out of a slaughter-field..."

Murmurs rose within the Golden Throne Hall, but unbeknownst to them, the Shadow Demon and his men had indeed come from a slaughter-field.

Each one of them had survived ordeal after ordeal in the most stringent and cruel dueling arenas of the Beast Emperor City, with lives hanging by a thread. To Xiao Yi, they felt overwhelming gratitude, as if looking up to a second set of parents.

If it hadn't been for Xiao Yi leading them out of the Beast Emperor City, they would still be slaves.

If Xiao Yi hadn't given them a place in the Xiaoshanhe Institute, could they possibly have the standing to step into the Golden Throne Hall with such legitimacy today?

If it weren't for Xiao Yi, how could they have become revered Hall Masters?

In the eyes of the Shadow Demon and his men...

Everything they had was given to them by Xiao Yi.

And that was precisely why.

They were utterly loyal to Xiao Yi, never allowing anyone to insult him; thus, upon hearing Yang Kun's words, the Shadow Demon couldn't restrain himself from speaking out.

Facing those cold eyes, which seemed ready to swallow him whole,

Yang Kun's face turned alternately pale and flushed, as if he had been given several harsh slaps.

It was not that the Shadow Demon and the others' gaze contained any formidable force difficult to withstand, but rather, in the presence of the ministers and in the Golden Throne Hall, that the Shadow Demon dared to reprimand him so openly, which felt like a great insult to Yang Kun.

His face changing shades, he glared at the Shadow Demon and the others, snorted coldly, and said, "What are you? How dare you speak to me like that?"

"Me?"

The Shadow Demon sneered, standing tall with his head held high, "I am the Hall Master of the Xiaoshanhe Institute battle hall, the Shadow Demon... You dare insult our institute head, not to mention merely scolding you, even twisting off the head on your neck is not impossible!"

"Rubbish, you're courting death!" Yang Kun suddenly stood up, furious.

Yuan qi whirled within the palm of his hand, condensing into sharp edges.

"You dare!"

Zhang Ling and the others immediately stepped forward, their yuan qi bursting forth without any reservation.

These people had managed to cultivate to the Dharma Manifestation Realm in the slave arenas without any resources.

After arriving at the Xiaoshanhe Institute, not only did they have the support of the tenfold Spirit Gathering Array, but they also had massive amounts of healing pills provided by Fu Yuan and the guidance of Xiao Yi. Each one of them made swift progress, and now the strongest among them, the Shadow Demon, had reached the ninth level of the Dharma Manifestation Realm.

Zhang Ling and the others were all at the fifth level of the Dharma Manifestation Realm or above.

A dozen pairs of eyes glared fiercely at Yang Kun.

A great battle was about to erupt!

The court officials turned pale and retreated one after another.

The strong figures from the ten great sects and four big families such as Huihai, who were watching with interested expressions, seemed ready to enjoy the show.

Yang Kun was instantly anxiety-stricken.

He had not anticipated that the Shadow Demon and his comrades would be so bold as to show no fear of his Prince's status in the Golden Throne Hall.

At this point, Yang Kun, too, was in a difficult position.

Just as the two sides seemed unable to hold back from starting a fight, Emperor Qian, who had remained silent till now, spoke out, "Enough!"

Hum!

The aura of the Nirvana Realm shattered the solemn atmosphere in the hall instantly.

Everyone's gaze turned toward Emperor Qian, their eyes filled with gravity.

Emperor Qian squinted his eyes, a furious blaze burning in their depths. Xiao Yi's failure to personally escort the sacrificial staff was tantamount to a slap in his face. It was also Xiao Yi's protest against Emperor Qian's previous request for Xiao Yi not to make things difficult for Yang Ling.

But none of this was an excuse in Emperor Qian's eyes.

He was Emperor Qian, the ruler of a nation.

Under the vast heavens, all the land belongs to the king; along its borders, all are his subjects.

In Emperor Qian's view...

He could make Xiao Yi the esteemed head of the Xiaoshanhe Institute, but he could also strip him of everything.

He desired Xiao Yi's death, and so Xiao Yi must die.

Now that Xiao Yi dared to defy him openly, Emperor Qian was extremely displeased. But with the ancestral sacrifice ceremony imminent, it was not a good time to lash out. He merely said in an undercurrent voice, "Why didn't Xiao Yi personally deliver the sacrificial staff?"

Within the crowd.

Qi, Yang Ling, and Dongfang were all urgently making eye signals to the Shadow Demon.

As long as they found a suitable excuse, Emperor Qian would certainly not pursue this matter further.

However...

The Shadow Demon, with a stiff neck, mimicked Xiao Yi's tone and said word for word, "My master said he's busy!"

Hum!

Inside the Golden Throne Hall, the breath of everyone caught at the same time.

Qi, Yang Ling, and Dongfang among others almost fainted, their eyes rolling back.

For fuck's sake!

Do you have to be so unyielding?

Do you have to be so tough?

Any reasonable excuse would have sufficed to spare Emperor Qian the loss of face, and the issue would have passed.

Why must you be so obstinate?

The Shadow Demon and the others, however, stood their ground with an air of composure. In their eyes, there was only Xiao Yi. As for Emperor Qian?

He was nothing!

"Very well, very well, very well!"

Three words came from Emperor Qian's throat, each loaded with a cold intent to kill, pressing heavily upon the Shadow Demon and the others, their faces turning pale. But they showed not the slight sign of retreat, standing their ground, defiant and proud.

This only fueled Emperor Qian's wrath further, wishing he could smash them with a slap.

Joy surged in Yang Kun's heart, "Xiao Yi, oh Xiao Yi, I let you be arrogant... now you've thoroughly offended my father, and even without my intervention, he will never let you off!"

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With a sigh, Yang Ling realized that if he did not intervene now, the situation would spiral out of control. He promptly spoke with respect, "Father Emperor, Xiao suffered severe injuries when he accompanied your son to the ice plains to capture the Frost Phoenix. Presumably, he is currently healing, which is why he couldn't come. Please forgive him, Father Emperor!"

Dongfang also said, "Your Majesty, Xiao had previously sought healing pills at my residence. He must indeed be in recovery!"

Qi added, "Your Majesty, it seems Xiao indeed is injured and unable to attend."

"Hmm!"

The gloomy look on Emperor Qian's face softened slightly as he said in a subdued voice, "Since Xiao Yi is injured, it is excusable. Shadow Demon, is it? Bring the sacrificial staff forth."

"Oh!"

The Shadow Demon nodded and approached Emperor Qian with deliberate steps.

Emperor Qian gave him a cold glance and reached out, grasping the sacrificial staff in his hand, then raising the staff, he declared, "Set off, to Imperial Dragon Mountain!"

"May our emperor live thousands of autumns, live as long as heaven!"

"May the Great Qian Dynasty reign supreme forever..."

The group of officials shouted loudly.

Under Emperor Qian's lead, the solemn and luxurious procession moved grandly beyond the palace gates.

Within the crowd.

Yang Kun glared angrily at the Shadow Demon, Yang Ling, and the others, while a cruel smile curled at the corners of his mouth as he caught a glimpse of Deputy Sect Master Huihai Sword Master beside him, "Xiao Yi, again and again you've opposed me. This ancestral sacrifice ceremony will be your end!"