Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 473: Who Dares to Fight?

"Insult my master, die!"

Ye Heng’s cold shout surged with an overwhelming intention to fight.

Two streams of warfire ignited, hissing wildly, as the stones beneath his feet exploded with loud booms.

Terrifying energy erupted in an instant.

A series of resounding cracks joined together in rapid succession, like frying beans, as flames spread from his feet towards Guang Ang. As the cracks expanded, shards of stone flew up like darts and cold arrows, shooting out swiftly.

Guang Ang’s face was expressionless, and he smiled coldly, "Trivial skills, witness my True Martial Sword Skill—Sweeping Sword Strike!"

True Martial Hall.

One of the top ten sects of the Great Qian Dynasty.

This was also an extremely powerful sect, fond of collecting all sorts of strong martial arts techniques. In terms of the collection of martial arts, perhaps even the number one sect, the Tianjian Sect, could not outdo them.

The moment the Sweeping Sword Strike was unleashed.

Silver sword flowers blossomed with a whoosh from Guang Ang’s longsword, as the silver blade whistled through the air, slicing it with a series of ear-piercing sounds.

The circular sword flowers expanded.

Like a Sword Qi Flower Lotus blooming continuously, the petals of Sword Qi blossomed, shattering the incoming stone shards with a series of crisp clangs. At the same time, Guang Ang’s toes tapped the ground repeatedly, and he swiftly circled to Ye Heng’s back like a swift monkey.

"Take this... Level Sword Strike!"

Silver sword light formed a fan-shaped sweep, cutting horizontally close to the ground.

Where the sword edge passed, it lifted a layer of dust.

Without looking back, Ye Heng slammed his palms onto the ground, and his Second Layer of the Golden Elixir Realm cultivation erupting with a force comparable to the Fifth Layer of the Golden Elixir Realm. With a loud boom, a series of earthen walls shot up from the ground behind him.

One.

Two.

Three...

A total of nine earthen walls blocked behind him, wearing down the fan-shaped sword edge, not even managing to destroy the last wall.

At the same time.

Ye Heng performed a backward somersault, soaring through the air like a star falling from outside the sky, descending towards Guang Ang.

"Annihilation Sword Strike!"

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Guang Ang was equally poised in his response, showing no panic, calmly lifting his longsword from below upwards, thrusting towards Ye Heng’s heart. The speed of this thrust was incredibly fast, with a very tricky angle.

Just as Ye Heng was about to collide with the blade.

At that moment...

Ye Heng twisted in the air, causing a brief stall in his movement, followed by a toe tap that landed on the sword edge.

Ding!

Amid the crisp sound.

Ye Heng’s toe landed directly on the tip of the sword, his fighting will blazing like fire, and with a thunderous growl, he executed a thousand-pound drop out of thin air.

The Thousand Pound Drop.

This was a unique secret technique, which once unleashed, could make even a hundred-pound body instantly become as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Not good..."

Caught off-guard, Guang Ang’s arm weakened, and his longsword dropped to the ground.

Forcefully stamped into the earth by Ye Heng.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, leaving Guang Ang unable to react, his sudden descent unbalancing him, instinctively leaning forward. Almost simultaneously, Ye Heng, who had landed, lifted his heavy fist and smashed it towards Guang Ang’s face, "Heavenly Fist!"

Boom!

One punch to send you to heaven!

Like a heavy punch falling on a sandbag, with a dull thunderous noise, Guang Ang didn’t even have a chance to scream before his head was smashed apart.

The headless Guang Ang still held the sword hilt in his hand.

But from that neck...

Blood spurted out like a fountain.

Hoo!

Ye Heng let out a long breath of murky air, waving his hand to toss Guang Ang’s corpse off the altar, his face remained indifferent as he looked at the crowd, "Whoever dares to insult my master again, this will be their end!"

Hisss...

At this moment.

Everyone couldn’t help but close their mouths.

Having killed Xue Shiyi and then crushing Guang Ang’s head, Ye Heng had faced both battles with such ease.

This level of strength had completely conquered them.

"To burst forth with such terrifying power at just the Second Layer of the Golden Elixir Realm, isn’t Ye Heng too strong?"

"Xiao Yi is really lucky to have accepted such a talented disciple!"

"Lucky? Ye Heng has been at Xiaoshanhe Institute for several years, and people like Chen Shuiwen failed to discover him, even treating him as trash. Xiao Yi just arrived at Xiaoshanhe Institute, and he discovered his talent, and even helped him awaken the Battle War Holy Body. Do you think Xiao Yi’s achievements today are really just due to luck?"

"So there are such hidden secrets? No wonder Xiaoshanhe Institute has undergone such earth-shattering changes under Xiao Yi’s leadership... Where is there any trash? This is an absolute genius!"

"The Xiao Family is really blind, holding a gem but unaware of its worth..."

Amidst the crowd.

Xiao Zhengde’s face turned shades of green and purple, as Xiao Yi became more successful and powerful, it only made him appear more incompetent and foolish.

Even without looking back...

He could feel that many behind him were pointing fingers and casting strange glances. This infuriated Xiao Zhengde even more.

"You damned bastard, wouldn’t it be good for you to remain as trash? Why must you create trouble... However, no matter how hard you try, it’s useless. As long as Tian’er is here, you will never have a day of success."

Xiao Zhengde clenched his teeth, his resentful gaze fixated on Xiao Yi, "Humph, what does it matter if you teach an even stronger disciple? Now everyone is supporting you. When I reveal Tian’er’s news to the public at the height of your fame, the higher you climb, the harder you’ll fall!"

Meanwhile.

Atop the altar, Ye Heng’s fighting spirit became even more fierce, his eyes blazing with a hint of blood-red color, like a War God.

Boom!

He took down the longsword from his back and thrust it fiercely into the ground, challenging the crowd with his gaze, "Who else? Where are the people from the Tianjian Sect? Where are those from the Feixue Temple? Aren’t you all looking down on my Xiaoshanhe Institute? Why is it that nobody dares to come out now?"

"Arrogance!"

"Ding Wenzhong from Wendao Villa is here to have a go..."

A green-faced, monkey-cheeked youth leaped onto the stage, "Ye Heng, I, Ding Wenzhong, will cut you down on this altar, so the world knows that Xiaoshanhe Institute is nothing but a joke..."

Boom!

The deafening sound of tearing air abruptly cut off Ding Wenzhong’s words, followed by a scream, as he was smashed to the ground by a punch from Ye Heng. With one stomp of his foot, his head was crushed with a bang.

Ye Heng, drenched in blood, his fighting spirit continued to climb, "Who else? Come on!"

"A lone cloud from Three Seas Mountain comes to seek..."

"Seek your mother..."

Bang!

The Seventh Layer of the Golden Elixir Realm strongman had not even stepped onto the altar when he was already cleaved into two by a sword from Ye Heng.

"With such a vicious nature, you’re simply a demon. Let me cleanse you with righteous energy from Vast Righteousness Pavilion..." A refined scholar from the pavilion, wielding a scroll and an ink brush, swept across the air.

Swish, swish, swish!

Golden characters emerged, formed from the aggregation of righteous energy, each as sharp as the edge of swords.

Golden characters rushed forward.

As if a shower of golden rain was falling.

Ye Heng, soaked with blood, having slain several powerful enemies, had fully unleashed his Battle War Holy Body.

Invincible in battle, undefeated in war!

"Among peers, I, Wudi, stand unrivaled!"

Ye Heng faced the shower of golden letters without fear, the opponent’s cultivation reaching the Ninth Layer of the Golden Elixir Realm, surpassing him by seven minor realms. Yet Ye Heng showed no fear, his fighting spirit soaring, he swept the black longsword through the air.

Hum!

Wherever the black sword light passed, not a blade of grass grew, not a tile remained intact.

The shower of golden characters was dissipated.

In face of the horror-stricken Vast Righteousness Pavilion youth, the black longsword pounded him into a muddle of flesh and blood. Ye Heng stood amidst the blood rain, tilting his head to howl to the sky, "Who dares to fight me?"