Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 1131 - 1118: He who kills will always be killed!_2

"He Old Ghost, what do you mean by this?" Huang Xiaohei demanded darkly, his face clouded.

He Old Ghost.

The most senior ferryman in all of Ferryport Town.

At the same time...

He was also the most notorious glutton, bandit, and murderer—no stranger to killing and looting.

Only in recent years had he become a bit more restrained.

Xiao Yi had flaunted his wealth by spending heavily.

Huang Xiaohei intercepted him midway and snatched his business.

This was why He Old Ghost had gathered his old cohorts and chased after them.

From several other ferries, a few figures began stepping out, their blazing, greedy gazes fixed squarely on Xiao Yi and Huang Xiaohei: "He Old Boss, the fat prey you mentioned is that kid, right? Tsk tsk, a thousand essence stones handed over just like that—looks like this catch is truly rich!"

"Why waste time talking? Lay them out and slice them up. Their valuables will be ours!"

"If you don’t want to die, surrender everything of value on you..."

One after another, the thugs shouted fiercely, their words dripping with malice.

Huang Xiaohei’s face grew pale.

He wanted to resist.

But...

Facing this pack of murderous villains under He Old Ghost, resistance was futile.

If he obediently handed over the essence stones, there might still be a chance for survival.

But if he resisted, his corpse would end up sinking into the swamp. frёeωebɳovel.com

He wasn’t afraid to die.

But he couldn’t bear to implicate his mother who was in the cabin.

Huang Xiaohei pleaded, "He Old Ghost, I’ll give you the thousand essence stones I have on me. Let us go, will you?"

As he spoke.

He retrieved the thousand essence stones from his chest.

Bright light shimmered; spiritual energy emanated intensely.

Looking at the thousand essence stones, everyone’s breathing quickened, their eyes consumed by greed and heat.

He Old Ghost sneered coldly: "You idiot. A thousand essence stones? What are you trying to give, scraps for beggars? Today, what I want is everything from the one behind you..."

His gaze locked onto Xiao Yi.

Someone who could casually produce a thousand essence stones was unlikely to have that as his full wealth.

Huang Xiaohei’s face shifted. "You can’t do this! There are rules in Ferryport Town—you’re not allowed to harm the guests..."

"Hahaha, rules? You think anyone in this Endless Ice Prison cares about rules? Even if there are, they’re for the dead only, hahaha..."

"Such naive thoughts!"

"Rules? If we kill you, wouldn’t that erase any traces of our actions?"

The crowd laughed collectively.

Huang Xiaohei’s face turned ghostly pale, his eyes growing red with panic. Just as his mind descended into chaos, a calming hand landed on his shoulder. Xiao Yi gently patted Huang Xiaohei’s shoulder and smiled: "Don’t worry, leave this to me."

"But..."

Huang Xiaohei opened his mouth to speak but stopped as he saw Xiao Yi already passing him and confronting He Old Ghost and his men.

Numerous fiery gazes scrutinized Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi spoke calmly, "You lot, are you certain you want everything of value on me?"

"Of course!"

"Kid, we know your cultivation isn’t weak, but there are two Earth Venerate Realm experts among us. Besides, this place is the Endless Swamp—we hold the advantage of time and terrain. You have no chance of escaping!"

"Hand over your belongings, and maybe we’ll spare your life."

The crowd spoke in unison.

Xiao Yi murmured, "Is that so? Then I suppose I’ll consider this losing wealth to avoid calamity. But the valuables on me are too numerous, every piece extremely precious. I worry that once I show them to you, you might not dare to take them."

"Such nonsense!"

"There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t dare to claim..."

"Hurry up and hand them over!"

He Old Ghost took puffs from his pipe, exhaling thick white smoke, his eyes filled with greed and heat. "We’re just after the wealth, and we won’t take lives. As long as you cooperate and hand over everything, I guarantee your life remains intact!"

"Alright!"

Xiao Yi nodded earnestly. "Among everything I own, the most valuable treasure is probably this."

"Hmm?"

Their eyes widened, staring unblinkingly at Xiao Yi’s hand.

None could conceal their anticipation of the treasure Xiao Yi would reveal.

In the next moment.

Their expectant expressions froze in unison. Xiao Yi revealed to them... his hand.

"What the hell is this?"

"A hand?"

"Are you mocking us?"

He Old Ghost and a few of his men’s faces grew dark, their eyes flickering with murderous intent.

Xiao Yi shook his head. "I’m not mocking you. My hand truly is the most priceless treasure. After all, it’s about to end your miserable lives."

As the words fell.

Xiao Yi moved instantly.

In a flash, he vanished from their line of sight.

When he returned to his previous position, he brought with him a scene none could believe. Around the surrounding ferries, the throats of countless strongmen were streaked with blood. Immediately, spurts of blood sprayed forth, flowing from their necks.

Scarlet blood sprayed everywhere.

Heads rolled.

Only Huang Xiaohei and He Old Ghost were left dumbfounded, staring at Xiao Yi in disbelief.

Xiao Yi glanced at He Old Ghost and waved his hand. "See? I wasn’t lying."

"..."

He Old Ghost’s body trembled, his pipe clattering into the swamp below with a hollow plunk. His legs gave out, and he knelt on the deck trembling, pleading in terror, "Mercy, my lord, mercy! I didn’t recognize someone of your caliber from Tianshan. I dare not offend you again—please spare my life..."

Slap! Slap! Slap!

He Old Ghost repeatedly slapped his own cheeks.

His pus-filled sores burst open under the blows, leaking rancid fluid, an unspeakably gruesome sight.

Xiao Yi’s gaze remained indifferent. "Spare you? Had it been someone else you encountered today and not me, would you have spared them? Murderers meet their end in kind. In your next life, remember not to commit wicked deeds."

Bam!

With one palm strike.

He Old Ghost and his ferry turned to ash.

Huang Xiaohei trembled, watching the scene before him in horror.

He Old Ghost, the eldest ferryman of Ferryport Town, notorious for his ferocity and ruthless fame.

Now slain by a single strike from Xiao Yi?

For a moment.

Huang Xiaohei’s heart pounded intensely. As Xiao Yi turned his gaze upon him, his heart skipped in panic. Hastily, he stammered, "M-Master... Xiao Hei was blind to your greatness and dared to take your essence stones. Please accept them back, and I beseech you to save my mother..."

"You’re not afraid I’ll kill you?" Xiao Yi queried with a half-smile.

Huang Xiaohei paled, hesitated briefly, then gritted his teeth: "If Master wishes for Xiao Hei’s life, he may have it anytime. But I beg Master to save my mother!"

"..."

Seeing Huang Xiaohei’s resolute expression.

Xiao Yi suddenly chuckled. "How admirable, Huang Xiaohei—you’d die to protect your mother. Relax and keep rowing the ferry. If you successfully cross the swamp in time, not only will the thousand essence stones be yours, but I will also personally heal your mother!"

The poison from the swamp’s miasma.

For Xiao Yi, it was merely a small matter.

Filled with gratitude, Huang Xiaohei flushed red and spoke excitedly, "Alright, I’ll row the ferry immediately!"

Splash splash splash...

He rowed with fervor, as though invigorated, tirelessly moving the oars.

The ferry cut across waves.

The speed reached its peak.

In no time...

Within a day, they broke free of the miasma’s grip, crossing the entirety of the swamp.

Huff huff huff!

Huang Xiaohei collapsed on the deck, gasping heavily. Though he had poured all his strength into crossing the swamp within a day, he had inhaled copious amounts of toxic gases, leaving him dizzy with his internal organs aflame.

Yet Huang Xiaohei seemed unfazed, instead staring at Xiao Yi with both anticipation and anxiety: "M-Master, we’ve crossed the swamp. You, you..."

"Rest easy!"

Xiao Yi waved his hand lightly, a divine force coursing through Huang Xiaohei and purging the toxic gases from his body.

Meanwhile...

A radiant beam entered the cabin.

Moments later.

The cabin door opened from within, revealing Huang Xiaohei’s mother. No longer weak as before, the sores on her face and body had vanished entirely. She looked at Huang Xiaohei with confusion: "X-Xiao Hei, what happened? How did I recover suddenly?"

Overcome, Huang Xiaohei rushed forward, embracing his mother with tears streaming down his face: "Mother, you’ve truly recovered? Waaaah! We owe this to the benefactor who helped us..."

"Benefactor? Where is the benefactor?" His mother was stunned.

Huang Xiaohei froze and turned around, only to find the deck empty.

Xiao Yi had already departed.

"This, this..."

Huang Xiaohei was utterly baffled.

Xiao Yi’s voice resonated from the void: "Cherish your mother!"

"The benefactor has left..."

"Xiao Hei, we must forever remember the benefactor’s kindness. If there’s ever a chance, we will repay it someday!" His mother urged him.

Mother and son knelt in unison, bowing toward Xiao Yi’s departing direction.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yi...

Had already arrived at the outskirts of the realm city.

Gazing at the sprawling city before him, Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes: "Asura Realm City? I hope this place holds a way to leave the Endless Ice Prison..."

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