Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 474: Ye Heng Fights Yun Dian

"Who dares to fight?"

Ye Heng’s eyes turned a deep red as he howled up at the sky.

His black hair moved without any wind behind him, dancing wildly as if possessed, while the heavy black sword in his hand whipped through the air, creating an imposing aura.

The heavy sword had no edge.

Great skill requires no effort!

This heavy black sword weighed over a thousand pounds; when wielded, it resembled a rampaging beast, ensuring instant death to anyone not strong enough to withstand its power. Around his body, a circular storm of Sword Qi was unleashed.

It made it impossible for anyone to approach.

Around the altar.

Some cultivators of weaker abilities, faced with such a terrifying storm of Sword Qi, all went pale and kept retreating, step by step.

They didn’t dare to come close!

"A Second Layer of the Golden Elixir Realm can be this terrifying?"

"Just what kind of existence is Xiao Yi to be able to instruct such a fearsome disciple..."

"Not only is Xiao Yi remarkable in guiding disciples, but it’s also said he’s proficient in alchemy and formations... Even the Pavilion Master of Treasure Pavilion is inferior to him in the art of alchemy. How can there be such a perfect person in the world?"

The stronger Ye Heng got, the more formidable Xiao Yi became.

After Ye Heng successively slew challenger after challenger, Xiao Yi’s reputation also soared.

Yang Kun had already recovered, his expression changing unpredictably as he never imagined that Ye Heng, mere at the Second Layer of the Golden Elixir Realm, could be so overpowering.

He turned back to look at the one beside him, the Huihai Sword Master, his eyes flickering with a venomous light, "We can’t let him continue winning. Otherwise, even if we defeat him in the end, Xiao Yi’s reputation will have reached its peak!"

"Right!"

The Huihai Sword Master solemnly nodded and turned to a frail-looking young man behind him, saying, "Yun Dian, kill him!"

"Hmm!"

The frail young man nodded, his seemingly weak body emitting a bone-chilling coldness at that moment.

Step by step!

He moved toward the altar step by step, neither fast nor slow, yet the crowd around automatically parted to make way for him.

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With concern, Xiao Zhengde said, "Yang Kun, from my point of view, Yun Dian is merely at the Golden Elixir Realm Peak, just like that member from Vast Righteousness Pavilion who was scarcely weaker than him, yet he was still slain by Ye Heng. Are you sure it’s alright for him to take action?"

The Huihai Sword Master confidently smiled, proudly replied, "Xiao, just put your heart at ease!"

"The Sword Master is right, you just relax!"

The corners of Yang Kun’s mouth curved slightly upward, forming a cold arc, "Xiao Yi, oh Xiao Yi, I wonder what you’ll feel when your direct disciple dies before your very eyes, huh? Hahaha..."

Tap tap tap!

Yun Dian slowly made his way up to the altar, squeezing out a sickly smile on his pale face, "Yun Dian of Tianjian Sect!"

"So the scum of Tianjian Sect is finally willing to make a move?"

Ye Heng snorted coldly, his heavy sword sweeping across the air, but he didn’t underestimate Yun Dian, "Come on, let’s see what kind of skill people from your Tianjian Sect actually have!"

"As you wish!"

Yun Dian chuckled lightly.

He slowly took out a silver brocade box from his chest, and with a flick of his finger, the box opened quietly. Flashes of silver light shot by and inside the box lay a row of small swords like needles, varying in size and utterly silent.

The moment the brocade box opened, Yun Dian’s originally feeble gaze suddenly sharpened.

It was as if his very eyes held razor-sharp longswords within them.

"Sword, come!"

With a flick of his finger, Yun Dian pointed forward.

Swish!

A silver needle-like sword shot out.

A streak of silver light flashed through the air, and almost instinctively, Ye Heng drew back. At the same time, he felt a sting on his cheek, and a trail of blood spurted out.

Ye Heng frowned slightly and raised his hand to wipe his face.

Bright red blood dripped onto his palm.

"What a fast sword!" Ye Heng narrowed his eyes.

He had just barely managed to dodge instinctively; otherwise, his throat would have been the one slashed!

Hum!

The silver small sword returned to Yun Dian’s side, hovering to his left. Yun Dian smiled and said, "This is just the beginning, the faster swords are still to come! If you kneel and beg for mercy now, and admit Xiao Yi is trash, maybe I’ll consider sparing your life!"

"Go to hell!"

Ye Heng flew into a rage.

To him, Xiao Yi was as important as his own life; how could he tolerate such insults and provocation?

"Stubborn fool, then die!"

A cold snort came from Yun Dian’s nostrils. With a flicker of his fingers, a series of crisp tinkles rang out. In the whooshing sound of the air being split, row after row of small silver swords flew out of the brocade box, aligning themselves in a row and charging towards the oncoming Ye Heng.

Thud!

Ye Heng’s figure came to an abrupt halt, he leaned back and twisted both hands to block with his black heavy sword in front of him.

Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle!

The small silver swords flew through the air, continuously striking the blade.

Every collision’s terrifying impact forcefully pushed Ye Heng back.

Each step he retreated left behind a series of footprints half a foot deep in the ground.

The sixteen small silver swords pushed Ye Heng back sixteen steps. When Ye Heng finally stopped, the webs of his hands had burst open, blood trailing down the sword hilt. In contrast, Yun Dian appeared relaxed with sixteen small silver swords hovering over his head. "I haven’t even exerted my full strength, and you’re already struggling to keep up?"

"Cut your mother’s rancid crap, how can mere embroidery needles injure me?"

Ye Heng sneered.

"Embroidery needles?"

Yun Dian’s face darkened. He detested when people likened his artistry to mere embroidery, considering his weaponry and effeminate appearance. Glaring at Ye Heng with a gloomy look, Yun Dian sneered, "I gave you a chance, but you didn’t cherish it. Now, die!"

"Sword Rain!"

At Yun Dian’s command, the sixteen small swords burst forth at once.

They were like a silver sword rain.

"A Stroke That Surprises the Wind and Rain!"

"Green Lotus Rebirth..."

Ye Heng consecutively executed the "Green Lotus Sword Song," repelling each of the small swords one by one.

Yun Dian’s face remained expressionless as his hands suddenly came together, "One Sword Divides the Heavens and Earth!"

Clang, clang, clang!

The small silver swords merged into the form of a gigantic sword. Strands of silver essence inhaled and exhaled among each other, linking together. Eventually, they formed a giant silver sword and slashed towards Ye Heng, who raised his sword to block.

Boom!

Amidst a loud crash, the altar beneath Ye Heng’s feet exploded into pieces, sending dust flying and creating a sandstorm ten meters high.

For a moment, it was impossible to see the figures of Ye Heng and his opponent.

"What’s happened?"

"Who has won?"

All spectators were captivated, their eyes fixed upon the dust-filled altar.

Xiao Zhengde clenched his fists, his gaze never leaving the altar, "Huihai Sword Master, are you sure Yun Dian can win?"

"Don’t worry!"

The Huihai Sword Master said confidently, "Yun Dian is a disciple of the Tianjian Sect’s Inner Sect, adept in the Sword Control Skill, and furthermore... his cultivation level is not..."

Before he could finish,

a thunderous boom was heard.

Two sword shadows collided, creating a chaotic storm that swept away the dust obscuring the view. Amid the dust, a figure was sent flying out in a very wretched state, instantly drawing everyone’s attention, "Is the match decided? Who won?"