Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 465: Beating Up Huihai Sword Master

"Beat me up? What kind of dream are you having, I'm..."

The Huihai Sword Master was as if he had heard the most ludicrous joke. He was a grand master of the Nirvana Realm within the Seven Nihilities Realm, while Xiao Yi was merely at the peak of the Tao Tribulation Realm. Xiao Yi was actually thinking about beating him up?

However...

Before the Huihai Sword Master could finish his sentence, Xiao Yi in front of him suddenly vanished.

When he appeared again.

He was already in front of him, and Xiao Yi raised his fist and smashed it towards his head...

Bang!

The Huihai Sword Master had never imagined that Xiao Yi would truly dare to strike. Caught completely off guard, a muffled thud sounded as Xiao Yi's fist landed squarely on his face. With a vision full of stars and his head spinning, the Huihai Sword Master was slammed to the ground with a thud.

Hiss!

Around them rose a chorus of sharp intakes of breath.

Everyone looked on in shock.

Who would have thought that Xiao Yi, who was merely at the peak of the Tao Tribulation Realm, would actually dare to strike against the Huihai Sword Master of the Seven Nihilities Realm?

"You motherf..."

The Huihai Sword Master got up furiously, his eyes filled with rage as he gathered icy Evil Qi in his palms. The aura of the Seven Nihilities Realm exploded instantly, mixing with his fury and turning into a deadly sharp edge.

However...

Xiao Yi, showing no fear at all, sneered, "I am the Chief Sacrifice, touching me is blaspheming the ancestors of the Great Qian Dynasty, see what happens if you dare to lay a finger on me."

"..."

The face of the Huihai Sword Master twitched.

The Chief Sacrifice was not to be insulted!

This was the consensus among all the major powers.

If he truly struck Xiao Yi at this time, even Emperor Qian would have an excuse to penalize him, possibly even implicating the Tianjian Sect.

The face of the Huihai Sword Master froze, having realized why Xiao Yi dared to be so brazen. While he was distracted, Xiao Yi leaped high into the air, with his knees crashing down onto his chest.

Boom!

Caught off guard again, the Huihai Sword Master was slammed hard to the ground, and Xiao Yi rolled over to sit on top of his chest.

With one hand clutching his throat and the other hand furiously hammering away.

Boom!

Rumble!

Dozens upon hundreds of punches were thrown in an instant, all landing on the body of the Huihai Sword Master. He was left battered and bruised, his nose swollen and his face a mess. The people around trembled with awe as they watched Xiao Yi pummeling the Huihai Sword Master wildly.

"Xiao Yi, enough!"

Emperor Qian couldn't stand to watch and let out a cold snort.

"One more punch!"

Bang!

Xiao Yi's punch hit the Huihai Sword Master right on the face, causing his vision to go dark and blood to spray from his nose. Only then did he get up, looking pleased, and bowed to Emperor Qian, "Your Majesty, Xiao Yi has lost his composure!"

Emperor Qian: "..."

You still realize you lost your composure? Look at what you did to the Huihai Sword Master?

At this moment, the Huihai Sword Master felt like dying, wishing he could kill Xiao Yi with a single palm strike, but his status as the Chief Sacrifice held him back, preventing him from acting. His eyes, filled with hatred and resentment, glared at Xiao Yi, his teeth grinding, "You little bastard, just wait... the ceremony will eventually end!"

"Do you want to be beaten up again?" Xiao Yi said with narrowed eyes.

The Huihai Sword Master, trembling with anger, gritted his teeth, "Fine fine fine, just you wait!"

The enraged Huihai Sword Master gloomily returned to the crowd, but that icy and venomous gaze never left Xiao Yi.

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"Is he asking for a shorter life?"

"I think he has given up and is throwing caution to the wind. His Majesty Emperor Qian does not want to replace the Chief Sacrifice now to avoid affecting the Ancestral Worship Ceremony. He also has the protection of being the head of the Xiaoshanhe Institute. Perhaps, out of respect for His Majesty, the Huihai Sword Master may not kill him for the time being, but once the Ancestral Worship Ceremony ends, that will be his death anniversary..."

"Are you all overthinking it? Don't forget that Xiao Yi and I still have a battle agreement. Whether he can even make it to the end of the Ancestral Worship Ceremony is still in question," Nangong Shengji said with a smirk after glancing at the chattering crowd.

Over the past few days...

He reflected deeply on his pain and, with the help of Yang Yuhuan, ultimately took that step.

From the peak of the Dharma Manifestation Realm, he had now stepped into the Nirvana Realm.

Moreover, he possessed a treasure obtained in exchange for nearly half of the Nangong Family's assets. Confident now more than ever, he was convinced that if Xiao Yi fought him, the outcome could only be death!

Just then...

A loud bell rang out from the mountain top.

Dong!

Thud!

Thud, thud!

Eighteen times in succession.

Qi glanced towards the summit and said solemnly, "Your Majesty, the eighteen continuous bells have sounded; it's the auspicious time to offer the first incense in the Ancestral Worship Ceremony!"

"Hmm!"

Emperor Qian nodded and said, "Xiao Yi, begin!"

"Alright!"

Xiao Yi responded, looking towards Jin Feiyan: "Fei Yan, offer the first incense!"

"Yes, Master!"

Jin Feiyan quickly nodded, breaking free from the tense atmosphere that had just been as taut as a drawn bow, wiping the sweat from her forehead. With a leap, she took the long incense that was placed before the mountain gate and walked towards the large cauldron ahead.

With each step, a bowing of the head.

After bowing her head ninety-nine times, Jin Feiyan finally placed the first incense stick into the cauldron.

The strong figures around looked at Jin Feiyan with eyes full of intense envy and jealousy, as the reward for offering the first incense was exceedingly generous.

It was enough to change the destiny of a family!

However.

The battle for offering the first incense this time was full of twists and turns, with continuous reversals.

Those strong figures who had not managed to secure the position for the first incense witnessed Xiao Yi's strength and dominance, and thus, they dared not stir any trouble at this time.

The first incense had been offered.

The Ancestral Worship Ceremony was now to enter the official sacrificial segment, and as the dean of Xiaoshanhe Institute, Xiao Yi would traditionally take on the role of main officiating priest, responsible for presiding over the ceremony.

Under the watchful eyes of the audience, Xiao Yi cleared his throat with a light cough, then stepped forward: "Ladies and gentlemen, today is a joyous day of the Great Qian Dynasty's Ancestral Worship Ceremony, and it shall be I who act as the main officiating priest."

This time, no one spoke further.

After all…

The Ancestral Worship Ceremony was a matter related to the royal face, and even if they were inclined to make things difficult for Xiao Yi, they would absolutely not dare to make a move at this time.

Xiao Yi said aloud, "Emperor Qian, dismount your horse!"

Whoosh!

Emperor Qian rose to his full height, his dragon robe fluttering with noise, his face solemn and majestic without anger. His walk was as powerful as a tiger's stride and as graceful as a dragon's glide, his dignity such that all the ministers behind him were filled with willing submission, loudly proclaiming, "Long live our Emperor, may he live forever…"

"May Emperor Qian enjoy a reign of ten thousand autumns and the Great Qian Dynasty flourish for all eternity…"

Wuuu, wuuu, wuuu…

A series of somber horn sounds suddenly arose.

In the midst of these horn sounds,

Emperor Qian approached Xiao Yi, his eyes carrying a hint of resistance and coldness, but constrained by the rules of the Ancestral Worship Ceremony, Emperor Qian had no choice but to respectfully hold the sacrificial fist and palm in front of Xiao Yi, bowing his head slightly and saying solemnly, "The thirteenth Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, together with his ministers, worships the ancestral lineage, please Main Priest, lead the way!"

"Granted!"

Xiao Yi responded loudly.

With a wave of his hand,

Xiao Yi took the sacrificial scepter from Emperor Qian's hands and pointed behind him: "The Main Priest leads the way, for the worship of the ancestral lineage…"

In that moment,

The summit resounded with loud sacrificial hymns: "To virtue divine, who else do we reference? Diligence in southern tours, ceremony ascends to join. Hereby concluded, blessings bestowed upon the people. Shrine's likeness remains, sincerity unswerving. Today the virtue errs on the side of time, the pouring rain mournful. Descending are the floods, muddying the blend…"

Xiao Yi bellowed out: "Lost souls, return!"

Emperor Qian and the others responded: "Return…"

Xiao Yi held the sacrificial scepter in his hand, leading at the forefront, each step taken with such solemnity and gravity. Everyone else followed suit behind him, matching his pace in reverence, the black stream of people slowly moving toward the central altar at the mountain summit.

From the mountain gate to the altar, there were precisely ninety-nine steps.

Nine is the ultimate number.

The Emperor is revered as the Sublime of Nine-Five!

The significance of these ninety-nine steps is not only a hope for the longevity of the Great Qian Dynasty's national fate but also signifies that the ancestral lineage of the Great Qian Dynasty is valued even more than the Emperor himself, above the Sublime of Nine-Five!

Xiao Yi reached the center of the altar.

This altar was octagonal, all made of white Han marble; it is said that to construct this altar, the Great Qian Dynasty had excavated several dozens of white marble mines.

Nine Dragon Locking Columns stood around the altar.

Xiao Yi, standing in the center of the altar, raised the sacrificial scepter and said aloud, "The first phase of sacrifice—offering!"