Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 483: Like a God! Also Like a Demon!

"Ask them in the netherworld!"

Xue Xiong's arm swung upward, and with a clanging sound, the Wolf Fang Club shot out from the altar, bringing up a spray of rubble.

With each step upon the altar, resounding booms caused the entire structure to shake and roar.

Massive rocks were flipped into the air.

Swinging the Wolf Fang Club in his hands, each blow slammed against the rocks, sending them hurtling like fiery meteors with a whistling sound as they cleaved through the air.

Xiao Yi nimbly navigated among the massive rocks.

At times, he dodged with his movement technique, sometimes flicking his fingers to deflect the rocks, or leaping high to tread upon them.

The rocks he evaded continued their course unabated, crashing into the crowd below.

Gasps of shock rose from the spectators.

Boom, boom, boom!

Caught off guard, the rocks rolled amidst the crowd.

Many powerful figures were crushed by the rolling boulders, screaming in agony, wailing incessantly: "Get out of the way... Ahhh..."

"Shit, my leg is broken..."

"Who the hell stepped on my manhood? I'm the ninth generation to inherit it, dammit..."

Above on the Dragon Couch, Emperor Qian slightly furrowed his brow.

Qi, quick to catch the hint, waved his hand understandingly: "Imperial Guards, protect the civilians!"

Amidst the clanging of armor,

the Imperial Guards, clad in gleaming battle armor, moved swiftly. Each of them held a war shield, and with their Qi activated, they conjured Qi shields that rose in front of the people. Behind the shields, stood Imperial Guards wielding long spears, which they thrusted horizontally, shattering the incoming rocks and sheltering the civilians.

Emperor Qian's finger tapping on the armrest paused briefly, and he turned to Yang Yuhuan with a light chuckle, "War King, who do you think will win?"

Yang Yuhuan gave him a sidelong glance.

These two most powerful men of the Great Qian Dynasty engaged in another silent confrontation.

Gazes tangible as substance clashed in the void.

Around their central area, a vacuum zone formed.

This caused the surrounding strong ones to be silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to utter even the slightest sound.

Yang Yuhuan's presence suddenly withdrew, his gaze slowly shifting back to rest upon the altar. He spoke unhurriedly, "Xiao Yi is indeed a remarkable young genius. Among the younger generation of the Great Qian Dynasty, aside from Xiao Tianjiao, only the chief disciples of the top ten sects can hope to match him in battle."

"So you believe Xiao Yi can win?" inquired Emperor Qian, an indiscernible smile playing on his lips.

The Blood Saber Guards represented Yang Yuhuan's most elite force.

Even Emperor Qian had exerted innumerable strategies and yet failed to infiltrate their ranks.

The corners of Yang Yuhuan's mouth lifted. Having full confidence in the Blood Saber Guards, he spoke indifferently, "Xiao Yi is indeed not bad, but after all, he is too young! Youth always comes with a price to pay..."

Emperor Qian's pupils narrowed slightly.

Back then...

When the position of Emperor Qian was being decided, more people supported Yang Yuhuan.

However,

at the critical moment, the former emperor dispatched Yang Yuhuan to the border to suppress a rebellion. By the time Yang Yuhuan triumphed and returned, the throne had already fallen into Emperor Qian's hands.

In Yang Yuhuan's view, the throne should have been his,

It was Emperor Qian who had swindled it from his grasp.

For this reason...

Over the years, Yang Yuhuan had always harbored resentment towards Emperor Qian, and the two had always been at loggerheads, both overtly and covertly.

Emperor Qian replied with a smile that was not quite a smile, "I, however, believe you might suffer the loss of a major general!"

"Hmm?"

Yang Yuhuan paused, puzzled.

Emperor Qian did not elaborate further, but the inscrutable smile lingering on his lips became increasingly enigmatic.

"Xue Xiong would lose to him?"

Yang Yuhuan frowned slightly, his eyes intently focused on the fierce battle atop the altar. Xue Xiong, wielding the Wolf Fang Club, had transformed into a humanoid beast. His striking was grandiose and utterly terrifying. Each swing he made was imbued with earth-shattering force, an overwhelming power that seemed insurmountable.

Xiao Yi was being driven back, clearly at a disadvantage.

Yang Yuhuan felt more assured and sneered, "Xue Xiong is the third strongest amongst my Blood Saber Guards, battle-hardened. He has smashed a Nirvana Realm expert to death with his Wolf Fang Club. How could he possibly lose to this youngster?"

Boom!

Xue Xiong leaped high into the sky.

Descending like a tiger pouncing on its prey, he lifted the Wolf Fang Club up high and ruthlessly brought it crashing down.

Xiao Yi was cornered at the edge of the altar with no room left to retreat; he had no choice but to defend overhead with his Falling Dust Sword.

Clang!

A sound as loud as a bell striking rang out.

The Wolf Fang Club hit directly upon the Falling Dust Sword.

Instantly, a blinding spark erupted, like fireworks, dazzlingly bright.

The savage force shattered the altar beneath Xiao Yi's feet, causing his knees to bend, nearly bringing him to his knees. The hands clutching his Falling Dust Sword were covered in gruesome bloodstains. The impact was so severe it had even split the skin of his palms, and fresh red blood dripped down the blade.

Xue Xiong's face was ferocious as he let out a proud laugh, "Wolf-style..."

Once again, Xue Xiong raised the Wolf Fang Club and smashed it down fiercely.

This existence, truly, was the third-ranked expert among the Blood Saber Guard, not only possessing boundless strength but also extraordinarily swift in reaction and speed.

Between the rise and fall of the Wolf Fang Club, it all happened in a blink of an eye.

Clang clang clang!

With each impact, a ten-meter radius around the two of them completely collapsed and sank.

The two of them now stood in a pit several meters deep.

Xiao Yi's lower half was buried in the ground.

Jin Feiyan's face was full of worry, her hands clutching Ye Heng's arm tightly, her nails even embedded in Ye Heng's flesh, blood trickling down through her fingers. Jin Feiyan anxiously said, "Senior brother, Master won't lose, right?"

Ye Heng bore the intense pain in his arm, nodded, and said with an unwavering gaze, "Master will absolutely not lose, Master is invincible!"

"Invincible?"

Yang Kun scoffed, schadenfreude in his voice, "Xue Xiong is the Deputy Commander of the Blood Saber Guard, his combat power can match high-level experts in the Nirvana Realm, far from being comparable to trash like Nangong Shengji. Xiao Yi is now completely suppressed by him, he has no chance of turning the tables anymore, you might as well wait to collect his corpse!"

"Shut your mouth!"

Ye Heng glared at him fiercely, grinding his teeth, "Master will not lose!"

"Kid, you..."

Yang Kun's face darkened.

He didn't even regard Xiao Yi with importance, let alone paying attention to Ye Heng and Jin Feiyan.

Being scolded by Ye Heng all of a sudden, his face turned from green to white, as the chilling light continuously flashed through his narrowed eyes.

Just as he was about to speak...

From atop the altar, suddenly came Xue Xiong's angry roar, "Mad Wolf-style..."

Boom boom boom!

Xue Xiong held the Wolf Fang Club with both hands, positioning the three-meter long, pitch-black club horizontally at his waist, spinning like a top gone mad.

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Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The Wolf Fang Club whipped up a fierce wind, everything it passed was flattened to the ground.

As dust and rocks flew about,

Xue Xiong, like a Wolf King leading a pack of mad wolves, swung the viciously spiked Wolf Fang Club, aiming a sweeping blow at Xiao Yi's waist.

As Xue Xiong drew near like a whirlwind, Xiao Yi slapped the ground with one hand, pulling his body out of the earth like a sprung sprout. With Xue Xiong already before him, Xiao Yi twisted his right wrist, and the Falling Dust Sword stood erect by his side, the sounds of clanging resounding as the Wolf Fang Club struck the sword repeatedly, sending out blinding sparks.

However...

Xiao Yi remained unmoved, his eyebrows tightening, and from within him sounded a tone of Wind Thunder. His voice burst forth like thunderous battlefield drums, "The wind rises!"

Whoosh!

A cyan light burst forth from within him.

It transformed into a howling gale, furiously rolling in the opposite direction.

As the two fierce winds collided, the Falling Dust Sword and the Wolf Fang Club continuously striking each other, actually managed to force Xue Xiong to a standstill. Xue Xiong's face was full of confusion when, almost simultaneously, Xiao Yi's voice rang out again, "Thunder falls!"

Boom!

The Falling Dust Sword was raised above his head.

Surges of purple-gold lightning emerged within him as the Wind Thunder Sacred Body fully erupted in that moment.

Thunderbolts unexpectedly fell from the clear skies above!

Loud and majestic, thunder rolled heavily.

As if heaven itself was angered!

"Wind Thunder, Dominate the Nine Heavens!"

Xiao Yi's face was expressionless, the Falling Dust Sword swept across, guiding the whirlwinds and thunder, lighting up half the sky, and struck a sword blow towards Xue Xiong's head.

"No..."

Xue Xiong's eyes were wide with fury, he raised the Wolf Fang Club, attempting to block the terrifying celestial might.

But...

How could human strength rival the forces of nature?

Thunderous rumbles!

Where the Wind Thunder sword light passed, the Wolf Fang Club crumbled bit by bit, shattering to pieces. The fearsome light came crashing down onto Xue Xiong's body, a column of light that enveloped him completely turned him into powder, dissipating like smoke into the air.

Atop the vast altar...

There was scorched earth, as if it were in ruins.

No trace of Xue Xiong could be found, only Xiao Yifeng, clad in Wind Thunder, stood with a sword in hand.

Like a god!

And like a demon!