Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 464: Beat the Hell Out of You!

"If you want to kill, kill; if you dare not, then release him!"

The calm voice carried a faint authority.

It was the Emperor Qian who spoke from atop the dragon throne, lazily leaning on the side, his eyes slightly squinted into slits, indifference lurking deep within them.

Everyone around bore sneering smiles, taking pleasure in Xiao Yi's misfortune.

"Xiao Yi is truly caught in a dilemma now!"

"After all, that's the Crown Prince, even if he has more favor towards the Tianjian Sect, causing dissatisfaction to His Majesty. But he's still a prince, and Xiao Yi's actions are equivalent to disregarding the royal family, he's courting death!"

"If he does not release the Crown Prince, Emperor Qian will not let him off; if he releases him, Xiao Yi will be utterly disgraced!"

Among the crowd,

Nangong Shengtian wore a thick sneer, his fists unconsciously clenched tight, revealing a fierce look as he thought, "Xiao Yi, oh Xiao Yi, this is the consequence of your arrogance. Today, without me lifting a finger, you only have one path left—death!"

Beside him, the Unparalleled War King, Yang Yuhuan, had his arms crossed, his face revealing mockery: "Under the vast sky, is there any land that isn't the king's? At the edge of the land, is there any man who isn't the king's subject? No matter how capable he is, he's ultimately just a dog raised by our royal family. If he obeys, he will naturally enjoy riches and honor; if he disobeys, the royal family can replace him with another dog at any time!"

Qi and Yang Ling both wore anxious expressions.

Seeing Qi about to speak up, Yang Ling hastily shot him a look to stop him, gently shaking his head at Qi. Yang Ling's gaze discreetly swept past Emperor Qian.

His meaning was self-evident.

What Emperor Qian loathed most was anyone going against his wishes.

Since he had already spoken, he would not allow anyone to speak up for Xiao Yi.

Yang Kun, who was being held in Xiao Yi's grasp, saw this and a triumphant look spread across his fierce face. He spoke fearlessly, "Xiao Yi, aren't you very arrogant? If you have the guts, kill me! If you kill me, not only will you die, everyone from the Xiaoshanhe Institute will have to be buried with me!"

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes at him: "..."

Seeing this, Yang Kun became even more reckless, his sneer growing as he moved his face closer to Xiao Yi's, "Hit me! If you have the nerve, hit me! Do you dare? Do you da—"

Slap!

Slap slap slap!

Xiao Yi's palm moved like a phantom.

A direct slap.

A backhand slap.

A flurry of direct and backhand slaps!

After a rapid beating, the Yang Kun in Xiao Yi's hand was now hanging his head, looking like a wretched dead dog.

"Xiao Yi!"

Emperor Qian leaned forward slightly, his hands gripping the arms of his throne tightly, a tangible chill shooting from his narrowed eyes towards Xiao Yi. The intangible pressure seemed capable of crushing the void itself.

The surrounding powerhouses looked at each other, their faces as pale as sheets of white paper.

Despite being under the terrifying pressure of Emperor Qian, Xiao Yi appeared indifferent, completely unaffected.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he shrugged at Emperor Qian, "Your Majesty Emperor Qian, I will give you this face. I won't kill him in front of you, but, can you protect him for a moment, or for a lifetime?"

"Audacious Xiao Yi, you dare to openly threaten His Majesty?"

"You are seeking death!"

A chorus of court officials roared in anger.

"Shut up!"

Emperor Qian barked coldly, causing the officials to shut their mouths. He glared darkly at Xiao Yi.

It was just as Yang Yuhuan had said.

In the eyes of Emperor Qian, Xiao Yi was nothing more than a dog raised by the royal family!

The previous indulgence towards Xiao Yi, in the eyes of Emperor Qian, was only because Xiao Yi had managed the Xiaoshanhe Institute so well that it was flourishing, even showing signs of returning to the ranks of the top ten sects.

But now…

Xiao Yi was increasingly out of his control.

For an emperor, a power that can't be controlled naturally won't be tolerated much.

Emperor Qian said coldly, "Xiao Yi, what exactly do you want?"

Xiao Yi inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled.

He had long known the Tian family was heartless.

But...

Previously, whether it was Emperor Qian or Yang Ling, their interactions with him had been quite in sync, but now what Emperor Qian had done completely chilled his heart. Xiao Yi said with a heavy voice, "Return Little Lin, and I won't make things difficult for him!"

"Is that all?" Emperor Qian was taken aback.

He had always felt that Xiao Yi was only using Little Lin as an excuse to ask for more benefits.

He had never expected that Xiao Yi's demands would be so simple.

Xiao Yi said indifferently, "That's all!"

"Very well!"

Emperor Qian hesitated for a moment, then nodded. However, the look he gave Xiao Yi became even colder, "I can have Yang Kun return Little Lin, but you must remember that after this ancestral worship ceremony, you will no longer be the head of Xiaoshanhe Institute!"

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"Rest assured!"

Xiao Yi nodded and said, "You don't need to tell me; I would resign from the position myself!"

"Hmph!"

Emperor Qian snorted coldly and looked towards Yang Kun, "Return that beast to Xiao Yi!"

Yang Kun's face was bruised, and his eyes were teary.

He was filled with reluctance.

But at the thought of Xiao Yi's terrifying slap, he couldn't help trembling all over and quickly looked towards the Huihai Sword Master in the crowd, "Deputy, Deputy Sect Master, please, return the beast to him..."

"Your Highness..." Huihai Sword Master looked hesitant.

Little Lin was extremely unusual, and even he could not discern its kind.

If used as a sacrificial offering, it would undoubtedly aid Yang Kun in securing first place in the cultural sacrifice.

Especially since Yang Kun's Ice Snow Phoenix had lost to Yang Ling, if they didn't have Little Lin as an offering, they wouldn't be able to present a beast capable of defeating the Ice Snow Phoenix!

Yang Kun said with anger, "Return it to him!"

"This... Alas..."

Huihai Sword Master hesitated for a moment, then let out a long sigh and waved his hand, sending a beast-storing bag flying towards Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi grabbed it with one hand.

He checked briefly.

Little Lin was lying inside the beast-storing bag, quietly asleep, with its scales shattered and its body covered in ferocious wounds, clearly having been beaten and harshly punished.

There were two black chains piercing through its body, binding it tightly.

Blood had spread along the chains, already dried up and turned into dark scabs.

It was particularly jarring.

Xiao Yi's eyes instantly turned red, and his malevolent gaze swept towards Yang Kun and the Huihai Sword Master. His bloodshot eyes seemed as if they would devour someone alive as he asked, word by word, "Who did this?"

Yang Kun trembled all over and quickly said, "This, this was all done by the Deputy Sect Master of Huihai. He was worried about controlling it during the sacrifice, so he used the Demon Binding Chains to control it."

"Yang Kun..."

The Huihai Sword Master's face darkened, not expecting Yang Kun to sell him out outright.

The Huihai Sword Master glared at Yang Kun fiercely, but it was more annoyance than anything. In his view, even if Yang Kun told Xiao Yi that he was responsible, Xiao Yi couldn't do anything to him with his strength.

With an assured yet challenging look, the Huihai Sword Master faced Xiao Yi, "Even if I did it, what can you do?"

"What can I do?"

Xiao Yi squinted his eyes, staring at the Huihai Sword Master, and cracked a smile, "Kick your ass!"