Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 479: Battle Nangong Again
"I could beat a hundred of his kind, let them all come at me together!"
Xiao Yi pointed at the group of powerhouses from various forces behind Yang Kun, his face filled with a playful expression.
In the ten great sects,
the Tianjian Sect was the strongest, with many other sects looking up to it as the leader.
Those who followed Yang Kun, each and every one of them supported him as the Crown Prince.
From this, one could see just how terrifying the power Yang Kun possessed was; aside from the Feixue Temple and the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, there were powerhouses from the other eight great sects behind him.
Xiao Yi was pointing at these people behind him, but included among them were powerhouses from the eight great sects, as well as giants like the Nangong Family, the Beitang, and the Xiao Family.
Among them, there were not a few at the peak of the Dharma Manifestation Realm. Xiao Yi wanted to face a hundred alone, which to Yang Kun and the rest was undoubtedly a naked provocation.
"This is too much!"
"Xiao Yi, do you really think you are Xiao Tianjiao?"
"If all of us attacked you together, we could drown you in spit, what do you think you are?"
"Hahaha..."
A hysterical cold laugh suddenly echoed from the crowd, making everyone look in the direction of the sound. They saw Nangong Shengji observing Xiao Yi with an indifferent face, sneering wickedly, "You can't even get past me, yet you think of facing a hundred alone? That must be the funniest joke I've heard in my life!"
Boom boom boom!
Nangong Shengji moved with the speed of a dragon and the force of a tiger. As he rushed forward like the wind, his voice was as deep as a muffled thunder, "Xiao Yi, we once had a promise of battle, and now it's time to fulfill that promise!"
Whoosh!
His figure lightly descended onto the altar like a dandelion seed, making a welcoming gesture towards Xiao Yi, "You caused the Nangong Family to fall apart. Today, it's time for us to settle things!"
The Nangong Family was once the first among the four great aristocratic families.
Just in the Great Qian Dynasty alone, their medicinal shops numbered over ten thousand, with income like pouring gold, rich enough to rival nations.
Nangong Shengji, as the patriarch of the Nangong Family, wielded immense power.
Even the great powers competed to court them.
Emperor Qian, the Unparalleled War King, and so on...
All of them had to consider their reaction.
But now...
Ever since Xiao Yi joined forces with the Treasure Pavilion to act against the Nangong Family, the entire Nangong Family's enterprises had been devastated. Now, their ten thousand shops had all closed, and the Nangong Family was heavily in debt.
When the walls fell, everyone pushed them down.
The Nangong Family fell to pieces and had no choice but to cling to the Unparalleled War King, Yang Yuhuan, merely to survive.
This feeling was like plunging from the high clouds straight to the bottom of the valley.
And the chief culprit for all this was the young man standing before him now, exuding an air of elegance as if he were a celestial being - Xiao Yi.
Giggle giggle giggle!
Nangong Shengji clenched his fists tightly; his shoulders trembled ever so slightly, and his eyes were narrowed into slits, emitting a cold light sharp as blades, "Xiao Yi, if not for you, would my Nangong Family be in such a plight? I swore before our ancestors that I would tear you to pieces. If I don't kill you today, I'll have no face to meet our ancestors..."
Xiao Yi raised his hand to wipe his nose and chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll be sending you off to meet our ancestors!"
"Audacious!"
Nangong Shengji gave a cold laugh.
Crackle and pop!
Infinite energy burst forth from his body, agitated energy waves wrapping around him, twisting and turning, emitting piercingly sharp sounds like throngs of thunder snakes.
With each collision of energy, sparks flew like firecrackers.
It was so intense it caused pain in the eardrums and made the scalp tingle.
An overwhelming pressure.
In an instant, it enveloped the surroundings, making the powerhouses who were not at the Dharma Manifestation Realm around the altar feel as though they were under the weight of a huge peak, instinctively retreating and not daring to get close.
"Nangong Shengji's cultivation has shot up by a large margin!" Fu Yuan's pupils slightly narrowed.
The Shadow Demon had a solemn expression, his gaze as focused as ever, "I'm afraid Nangong Shengji has already surpassed the scope of the Dharma Manifestation Realm..."
"Hmm?"
Jin Feiyan and the others all showed a change in their expressions.
Surpassing the scope of the Dharma Manifestation Realm?
Could that not mean the Nirvana Realm?
The gazes of the crowd uniformly shifted toward the altar above, and even the air itself seemed to carry an extra weight of solemnity.
Atop the dragon couch.
Emperor Qian's fingers lightly tapped the armrest, his expression as still as ancient well water, betraying no hint of his emotions. Had it not been for his slightly squinted eyes, which occasionally flickered with a chilling gleam that alarmed the heart, one might have thought he had fallen asleep.
Yang Ling turned back to look at Emperor Qian, and seeing no expression on his face, could only seek help with his eyes from the eunuch Qi beside him.
Eunuch Qi gave him a slight shake of his head in response.
Yang Ling opened his mouth a few times as if to speak, but ultimately, it all turned into a sigh. Looking at Xiao Yi on the altar, he quietly clenched his fists: "Xiao Yi, you must not have any troubles!"
......
Whooosh!
A fierce wind blew from around Nangong Shengji, forming a tempestuous wave that covered the entire altar.
Located at the center of the altar, Xiao Yi was directly facing the gale.
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His robes flapped with a snapping sound, and his black hair whipped wildly in the wind. Pieces of gravel, caught by the storm, struck toward him like arrows, yet exploded into bits mere inches from his body.
Reducing to a sky full of dust.
Not even close to touching him.
Suddenly...
Nangong Shengji's body shuddered, and with a booming noise, the sweeping winds abruptly ceased.
The numerous particles of dust and debris caught midair froze for a moment, then, like a heavy rain, cascaded toward the ground. But at that moment, Nangong Shengji's figure bolted, piercing through the layers of dust and debris.
With a reach of his palm in midair, countless particles of dirt and stone gathered in front of him.
Turning into rows of sharp, stone swords.
As Nangong Shengji rushed forward, he directed the stone swords to explode toward Xiao Yi.
By the hundreds!
Thousands...
The densely packed stone swords spun continuously, emitting a buzzing, ear-piercing noise. Just as they were about to reach Xiao Yi, the numerous swords suddenly converged into one, forming a twenty-meter-long colossal sword aimed directly at Xiao Yi's body.
Boom!
The colossal sword triggered the automatic release of Qi from within Xiao Yi, which concentrated into a net of Qi in front of him.
Crackling!
The colossal sword collided with the net of Qi, creating a violent burst of sparks like flint against steel, shattering the swords upon impact.
The twenty-meter sword also continuously shrank.
Fifteen meters.
Ten meters.
Five meters...
Until, with a loud bang, the Qi net on the surface of Xiao Yi's body exploded. Simultaneously, amidst a cloud of dust, Nangong Shengji reached out with his palm and thrust it into the remaining three-meter stone sword, his arm shaking.
The stone sword burst apart, and a flash of silver light streaked by.
A longsword enveloped in silver light emerged from the broken stone sword, evidently hiding a Yuan weapon inside!
With the lethal Yuan weapon longsword propelled by Nangong Shengji, it thrusted directly at Xiao Yi's glabella.
Hiss!
This perilous moment elicited a wave of gasps.
Countless powerhouses widened their eyes as if an invisible hand was gripping their hearts tightly.
Staring intently at the altar above.
At the longsword that was about to cleave Xiao Yi's head in two...
