Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 1137 - 1123: Battling to Divinity

"Get up here and face your death!"

Xiao Yi stood in the arena, his cold gaze fixed on Qing Snake Lord.

He had no deep connection with Ma Zhong, but he admired Ma Zhong’s courage and responsibility—willing to risk his life, without fear, for his wife and daughter.

There was also respect.

In Xiao Yi’s eyes, Qing Snake Lord didn’t need to sympathize with Ma Zhong’s plight, nor was he obligated to help Ma Zhong earn ten consecutive victories.

But Qing Snake Lord shouldn’t have been so cruel, driving Ma Zhong to his death.

Qing Snake Lord’s face turned cold. He hadn’t expected Xiao Yi to so effortlessly handle Xiong Dali during their battle.

But...

Qing Snake Lord was merely mildly surprised.

His crimson tongue slid from his mouth, licking around his lips slowly, his eyes narrowing into slits. A sinister gleam appeared as he sneered, "Interesting. It’s my first time seeing someone so eager to die! Since you can’t wait to follow that foolish brute to hell, I’ll gladly oblige!"

BOOM!

Leaping into the arena in an instant, Qing Snake Lord gripped his longsword in one hand and sneered coldly, "The sword strikes like a dragon..."

SWISH SWISH SWISH!

The sharp sound of cutting through the air swept across the entire arena.

From the void, icy Sword Qi appeared out of nowhere, surging from all directions. The verdant Sword Qi, like a whirlwind, encompassed the arena.

This Sword Qi was incomparably sharp, slicing through everything, with grass and debris scattering in its wake.

Each menacing blade of Sword Qi, under the wrathful storm’s pull, coalesced into a majestic and ferocious azure sword dragon.

The azure dragon, vivid and lifelike, exuded a terrifying storm of destruction as it charged straight for Xiao Yi.

This dazzling attack sparked an uproar among the crowd in the Asura Arena: "As expected of Qing Snake Lord, this display of the Azure Dragon Sword Skill is nothing short of divine!"

"Such a terrifying technique! That kid opposite him is doomed!"

However...

The next moment.

The entire Asura Arena fell into silence, as if struck by a Binding Spell.

Every mouth gaped, the spectators frozen mid-cheer, their movements suspended.

All eyes converged on the arena.

Xiao Yi, with nothing more than a casual wave of his hand.

The terrifying azure sword dragon abruptly changed direction.

Before Qing Snake Lord could react, the azure sword dragon turned back upon him.

SWISH SWISH SWISH!

The piercing sound of blades ripping through flesh echoed in the arena.

Qing Snake Lord let out a series of horrifying screams.

His body was riddled with thousands upon thousands of sword wounds, each gash cutting deep to the bone. Blood gushed like a fountain—utterly miserable.

THUD!

Qing Snake Lord fell heavily to his knees, terror-stricken as he stared at Xiao Yi. Only now did he realize how foolish it had been to provoke Xiao Yi. His heart filled with regret as he stammered, "S-spare me... I was wrong..."

"Apologize to Ma Zhong below," Xiao Yi responded calmly.

BANG!

A muffled explosion accompanied by a fountain of blood.

Qing Snake Lord’s head burst apart.

Looking to the judge, Xiao Yi said, "You may announce the results now."

"Huh? O-Oh..." The judge trembled as he quickly declared, "The winner of this match is Xiao Yi! Additionally, Xiao Yi has achieved eleven consecutive victories..."

"ROAR!"

"Xiao Yi, Wudi!"

"With such power, surely he can reach twenty consecutive victories?"

"I think he has a shot at thirty consecutive victories..."

From the audience.

Zhang Ming watched the crowd’s excited cheers and shook his head lightly. "A bunch of fools. He’s aiming for the title of Asura War God..."

At that moment.

Xiao Yi raised his head toward the judge and asked calmly, "May I continue challenging?"

"Of course, but from now on, all your opponents will be experts with at least ten consecutive victories. Are you sure you want to continue?" the judge asked.

Xiao Yi nodded and said, "Send them out!"

"Please wait a moment!"

The judge nodded and began arranging Xiao Yi’s next opponent.

Yet...

Neither the judge nor the audience could have imagined that today, they would witness the birth of a miracle!

......

In the Asura Arena.

Usually, whenever Asura Warriors clashed, the arena would be at its liveliest.

Thunderous cheers and shouts would echo endlessly.

But today...

The Asura Arena was unusually silent.

Terrifyingly silent!

Some spectators clenched their fists tightly, others bit their lips, while many stretched their necks expectantly...

The one thing all these spectators shared was that their gazes were locked firmly on the arena.

Ninety-nine matches!

This was Xiao Yi’s ninety-ninth battle. If he emerged victorious, he would qualify for the hundredth match.

And this hundredth match would be against the reigning Asura War God.

In the South Prison Realm, there was only one Asura War God: The Lord of the Prison!

At this moment...

In front of him.

A figure stood with blood staining his lips, his breath weak, supporting his body with his longsword—Xiao Yi’s ninety-ninth opponent.

At the same time...

This was also the current record-holder for the highest number of consecutive victories in the Asura Arena: ninety-three wins, a Supreme Venerate Eighth Layer Cultivation expert, Hei Mang.

Hei Mang glanced down at his longsword. Its black blade was riddled with fine cracks. A flash of bitterness and helplessness crossed his eyes.

Raising his head to look at Xiao Yi, whose aura remained steady—showing no trace of having just fought ninety-eight battles—Hei Mang gritted his teeth and said, "I never thought someone other than the Prison Lord could reach your level. This next move of mine was intended for the Prison Lord, a technique I’ve never used before. But today, I must use it first on you!"

"Oh? A new technique? Bring it on!" Xiao Yi nodded.

Hei Mang said gravely, "This technique is beyond even my control. Once unleashed, it will spell your death!"

"Come!"

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows and spoke firmly.

"Very well!"

Hei Mang nodded and said, "If you can survive this attack, I will gladly concede!"

SWISH SWISH SWISH!

Countless streaks of sword light converged from all directions, like flickering stars, melding onto Hei Mang’s figure.

Dots of light, dazzling and brilliant, surrounded Hei Mang and his sword.

It was as if Hei Mang and his weapon had become one with an endless abyss of night.

And then...

From that starry night, a single star streaked across the void.

Followed by a second.

A third.

A fourth...

Countless streaks of starlight cascaded down from the heavens.

Yet each streak of starlight was a blade of Sword Qi!

Hei Mang roared, "Starfall Tempest!"

RUMBLE!

An unending barrage of starry Sword Qi rained down, carrying a terrifying force of destruction, all aimed at Xiao Yi.

"It feels as if the sky is collapsing..."

"Is this summoning the stars from the heavens to attack? Such terrifying power..."

"This sword attack could end the world. Xiao Yi won’t survive this, will he?"

However...

Under that storm of countless blades.

Xiao Yi merely shook his head in disappointment. "Is that all?"

"Disperse!"

He waved his hand casually.

The sun rose in the east, its brilliance illuminating the earth.

With the sun ascendant, stars retreated from sight!

The cascade of starlight vanished without a trace.

Xiao Yi looked at Hei Mang calmly. "You’ve lost."

GASP!

Hei Mang drew a sharp breath, utterly shocked that his strongest move had been so effortlessly nullified.

He chuckled bitterly. "You’ve won. Only you are fit to challenge the Prison Lord!"

Xiao Yi nodded, turned his gaze toward the sky, and declared, "A hundred battles to godhood. Lord of the Prison, come and face me!"

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