Days of Living with My Sister-in-Law-Chapter 375: Can’t Hurt Him, Really Can’t Hurt Him
"Old Bitch! You say I should die, so I die? Bring it on if you have the guts!"
Chen Xiaobei was extremely arrogant.
But arrogance aside, Chen Xiaobei wasn’t crazy enough to attack first, especially since the Iron Fist Ancestor was currently quite shady—who knows what other special abilities he might have?
"You brat! You’re facing death and still putting on airs with me. I will definitely strangle you!"
The Iron Fist Ancestor was completely enraged.
He roared and strode forward, rushing at Chen Xiaobei.
No martial arts techniques—just a pure assault, but the pressure was immense. Even before he reached, the wind from his charge made Chen Xiaobei’s face sting!
But the downside was that after the mutation, the Iron Fist Ancestor’s speed had slowed compared to before.
Though the oppressive force he radiated was immense, hitting Chen Xiaobei in one strike was still very challenging.
Seeing this, Chen Xiaobei quickly used the Seven Star Tian Gang Step to dodge behind the Iron Fist Ancestor.
Then Chen Xiaobei clenched his fist and immediately launched a Mountain Shaking Fist at the Iron Fist Ancestor’s back!
In an instant, the airwaves surged, and the rising tornado seemed like a fire dragon, crashing into the Iron Fist Ancestor’s back!
Boom—
With a muffled sound, the Iron Fist Ancestor was heavily flipped to the ground by the Mountain Shaking Fist!
But in the next second, the Iron Fist Ancestor climbed back up, turned around, and sneered,
"Chen Xiaobei, I’ve told you before, my scales cannot be broken by even a Grandmaster. You with your Third Grade of the Heavenly Rank are simply dreaming!"
"Although my movements are slow after the mutation, with this incredible defense, I can grind you down until there’s nothing left."
"I see your True Qi is almost exhausted, right? It won’t be long before I crush you!"
"Prepare to die!"
With that, the Iron Fist Ancestor charged again.
Chen Xiaobei frowned and had to use the Seven Star Tian Gang Step to maneuver left and right.
For a moment, the scene became completely one-sided, with Chen Xiaobei resembling a cat being chased by a mouse—though he seemed to be running fast, he could never escape the cat’s grasp.
Being killed by the Iron Fist Ancestor was only a matter of time!
At that time, in Xi Yao’s bedroom in Shanhe Village.
"Cousin, Sister Yaoyao, what are we going to do? If this goes on, Chen Xiaobei will definitely be grinded down and killed!"
Murong Xiaoyi was jumping with anxiety.
Luo Qingcheng was also panicking, but she didn’t understand martial arts at all. Aside from being nervous, she could only pray silently in her heart.
However, Xi Yao was extremely calm, saying, "Xiaoyi, you two don’t need to worry. It’s actually easy for Xiaobei to defeat the Iron Fist Ancestor; it’s just a matter of whether he’s thought of that crucial point!"
Murong Xiaoyi asked in surprise, "Sister Yaoyao, what crucial point?"
"There’s no fun in saying it, let’s keep watching!"
Xi Yao purposefully acted mysterious, flashing a calm smile.
Meanwhile, the sisters in the corner of Bishui Pond were just as anxious as Murong Xiaoyi, almost tearing the house down.
"Auntie, after that old man transformed, the master’s attacks seem ineffective. What should we do?"
"Auntie, shouldn’t you hurry up to help the master!"
The sisters tugged at Jiang Hongchun’s arm.
Jiang Hongchun was also anxious but didn’t act recklessly. Instead, she said,
"You two don’t panic, Xiaobei is my kin, and I won’t sit back and do nothing!"
"But now’s not the time to rush—I believe Xiaobei has hidden aces up his sleeve!"
"Just wait and see."
Qinqin was beside herself with worry and said, "Auntie! What aces does the master have? How can you be so confident?"
"Because he’s Brother Xiao Yao’s son. Since our reunion, he’s brought me many miracles. I don’t believe a mere Iron Fist Ancestor can defeat him."
Jiang Hongchun showed a confident smile.
However, the smile seemed somewhat foolish in the sisters’ eyes, akin to a brainless fangirl.
This thought made the sisters even more worried!
Compared to the sisters’ anxious thoughts, Ye Shanhe was practically bubbling with joy.
"Hahaha! Who would have thought? Really, who would have thought?! The Iron Fist Ancestor still had this trick up his sleeve. He hid it well, even fooled me!"
"But it doesn’t matter. As long as he kills Chen Xiaobei, this little deception is insignificant!"
Ye Shanhe laughed triumphantly.
Elder Ming chimed in, "Master Shan, since the Iron Fist Ancestor has such divine skills, I suggest recruiting him afterward. Surely, he’ll be grateful for Master Shan’s favor and work for you diligently."
Ye Shanhe didn’t reply but nodded.
He Yongkun hurried to agree, saying, "Congratulations, Master Shan, on gaining such a strong ally—it’s truly a joyous occasion!"
Zhao Qingshan also bowed in agreement, but his smile was utterly fake.
He had no choice.
The Iron Fist Ancestor’s performance had completely exceeded his expectations. If he caught Ye Shanhe’s eye, it would inevitably affect his standing in Ye Shanhe’s eyes.
Although he wished for Chen Xiaobei to die, he really hoped he wouldn’t die at the Iron Fist Ancestor’s hands right now. It would be better if Chen Xiaobei killed the Iron Fist Ancestor, so that he could seize an opportunity to step up and kill Chen Xiaobei later!
Meanwhile, watching as Chen Xiaobei’s aura grew weaker, Qin Shihua showed a worried expression,
"Father, I’m afraid Chen Xiaobei can’t hold out any longer. Should we let Chang Rong make a move now?"
"Making a move won’t help!"
Qin Zhengyang frowned and said, "The scales on the Iron Fist Ancestor are difficult for even a Grandmaster to break. My oversight—who would have thought that such a formidable figure would appear in a small place like Songshan? I should have brought the Mysterious Sect!"
Qin Shihua said, "Father, then what should we do? Are we just going to abandon Chen Xiaobei?"
"No!"
Qin Zhengyang shook his head and said, "Chen Xiaobei’s medical skills are exceptional; he must be utilized by me. If there’s no other way, I’ll have to sacrifice some interests to Ye Shanhe to save Chen Xiaobei’s life!"
Thinking of this, Qin Zhengyang’s expression was somewhat unsatisfactory.
As the Ninth Young Master of the Luyang Qin Family, he had never begged anyone in his life—this would be an exception.
"Damn Chen Xiaobei, why are you so stubborn? Father is willing to bow to Ye Shanhe for you, you better show some gratitude, or I won’t forgive you in the future!"
Qin Shihua furiously thought.
Noticing Chen Xiaobei’s significantly reduced speed, Qin Shihua suddenly felt a surge of worry.
"Hahaha, Chen Xiaobei! You really are quite resilient, but it’s useless!"
"Your True Qi is almost exhausted; in just three minutes, I can kill you!"
The Iron Fist Ancestor laughed triumphantly.
Due to his body’s immense movement, large amounts of filthy water flowed from between his scales, emitting a nasty stench.
Chen Xiaobei fanned his nose and nodded, saying,
"You’re right, your skin is really damn thick. I really can’t beat you."
"Since you know you can’t beat me, why don’t you just die obediently?"
The Iron Fist Ancestor said.
But Chen Xiaobei waved his hand, smiled, and said, "Old Bideng, I was just saying ordinary methods can’t beat you; I never said I can’t defeat you. Is there something wrong with your brain?"
"Want me dead? I think you’re the one who’s about to die!"
