Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

"What if you're a disciple of the Holy Land? I'll kill you all the same!"

Xiao Yi gazed emotionlessly at the decapitated body of Zhang Yi before him.

With his current strength, killing a Heaven Venerate Realm expert was as simple as slaughtering livestock.

Just one sword strike.

Zhang Yi was obliterated, body and soul.

*Hiss!*

At this sight, the central plaza filled with the sound of people sucking in their breath in shock.

Countless powerful figures looked up in confusion, staring at the falling corpse from the sky and the rain of blood splashing down.

Eyes wide open.

Mouths agape.

Utterly stunned.

Even when Xiao Yi had slaughtered hundreds of experts bribed by Ouyang Wuxiu, who attempted to block his path, none of the onlookers felt this kind of shock. After all, anyone attending the Saintess Marriage Alliance tournament was a top-tier expert or a prominent young talent from various factions.

Whose hands here hadn't been stained with blood?

But...

The fall of Zhang Yi shook the hearts of everyone present to the core.

He was an elite inner disciple of Baiyu Sacred Land.

And this was one of the four main cities of Baiyu Sacred Land.

Yet...

In front of everyone, Xiao Yi had mercilessly beheaded Zhang Yi, as if brazenly treading on sacred ground and plucking the tiger's whiskers!

"How... how does he dare act like this..."

"To kill Baiyu's disciple in Baiyu Sacred Land... this... this is a direct slap in Baiyu Sacred Land's face!"

"It's over... it's all over for him..."

Shock gripped everyone.

Ouyang Wuxiu's face turned unnaturally pale, his complexion drained of blood. He stared at Xiao Yi in disbelief, as if gazing upon a demon risen from hell. "You... you... how dare you kill her? She was an inner disciple of Baiyu Sacred Land. How could you... how could you be so audacious?"

In addition to disbelief, a chill seeped into Ouyang Wuxiu's very bones.

Xiao Yi had killed Zhang Yi without hesitation—what about him, then, the instigator of the entire debacle? Would Xiao Yi spare him?

The answer was obvious!

With coldness as frigid as icy winds, Xiao Yi's gaze locked onto Ouyang Wuxiu with deadly intent. He sneered, "At the banquet that night, I spared your dignity and chose not to kill you. I assumed you'd repay that slight grace, but you repaid kindness with betrayal. Since you refuse to accept my benevolence, then your head—I will kindly collect it!"

"No—!"

Ouyang Wuxiu trembled all over, his body consumed by the overwhelming presence of death.

His entire form shuddered.

Large beads of cold sweat dripped incessantly.

*Demon Smoke Escape!*

Dark smoke engulfed Ouyang Wuxiu's body. Shrouded in black mist, he transformed into a streak of black light, fleeing to the distant skies. "Madman! This lunatic is completely insane—I've got to escape! Run! Run!"

All that occupied Ouyang Wuxiu's thoughts was a singular desire—to flee!

He needed to get as far away as possible!

Abandoning the idea of marrying Fang Qingzhu or restoring the Ouyang Family, Ouyang Wuxiu now sought only survival.

"Since you've come, you might as well stay!"

Thinking he'd escaped Xiao Yi's grasp, Ouyang Wuxiu suddenly heard a voice laced with cruel amusement echo in his ears.

The voice was calm and unhurried, yet in Ouyang Wuxiu's ears, it exploded like thunder.

*Boom!*

Ouyang Wuxiu's head felt as if it had collided with an invisible wall, leaving him dazed and seeing stars. His body trembled and his vision swirled as he realized—to his shock—that Xiao Yi had somehow already caught up to him. At this moment, Ouyang Wuxiu's Demonic Qi recoiled back into his body.

The heir of the demonic path.

In this instant...

He was pathetically akin to a rabbit injured and cornered before a lion.

His face was a mask of terror.

This was the man who could effortlessly slay an elite disciple of Baiyu Sacred Land. As the sole heir of the Ouyang Family—a promising young talent with boundless potential—he did not wish to die here.

Ouyang Wuxiu pleaded, his face riddled with fear, "Xiao... Xiao Yi, please don't kill me! I can be your dog! I am the heir of the Ouyang Family—the pinnacle of the demonic path. Spare me, and I can make the Ouyang Family your vassal. I beg you, don't take my life..."

"The Ouyang Family? Worthy to be my dog?"

Xiao Yi scoffed and shook his head dismissively.

He raised his finger.

*Bang!*

Ouyang Wuxiu's head exploded, his existence annihilated.

The brilliant heir of the demonic path—the hope for the rise of the Ouyang Family—was utterly extinguished in this moment.

Although it seemed to have unfolded over a long time.

It had all happened in the blink of an eye.

From afar, Lin Tao finally returned to his senses. Moments earlier, he'd been desperately fighting off numerous assailants, focused solely on defending the marriage tokens.

He understood Zhang Yi's intentions clearly.

Zhang Yi would rather see the contemptible Ouyang Wuxiu advance than let a talent like Xiao Yi succeed. Lin Tao was initially indifferent to this, believing that Zhang Yi's strength and Baiyu Sacred Land's reputation ensured no issues would arise.

Yet no one could have imagined...

Within the span of a few breaths.

Zhang Yi was slain, Ouyang Wuxiu eliminated, and hundreds of experts butchered by Xiao Yi.

*Gulp!*

Lin Tao swallowed hard, a newfound awe in his eyes as he glanced at Xiao Yi.

He had admired Zhang Yi.

But...

With the unmatched power Xiao Yi had displayed, Lin Tao couldn't even entertain feelings of revenge for Zhang Yi.

Lost in thought...

Xiao Yi had already approached, waving his hand to gather the tokens into his grasp.

The surrounding experts exchanged uneasy glances.

Though their gazes burned with fury as they looked at Xiao Yi, the gruesome deaths of Zhang Yi and Ouyang Wuxiu muted their anger into resignation. Xiao Yi's cold, impassive gaze swept over the crowd as he spoke evenly, "These hundred marriage tokens now belong to me. Anyone have objections?"

The crowd exchanged glances again.

No objections?

How could they not have objections?

They were boiling with fury!

But...

Recalling Xiao Yi's overwhelming power, not one person dared voice their defiance. Heads bowed as responses flowed reluctantly. "No... no objections!"

"Haha, Young Master Xiao Yi's strength is unparalleled, a peerless Tianjiaao. Only those three Heralded Youth Supremes could rival someone of your talent. Truly, only someone like you deserves the Saintess herself. How could we object?"

The crowd nodded hurriedly.

With Xiao Yi's utter domination of the tournament—his display of absolute invincibility—who could muster the courage to object?

Even Feng Wuji, who had obtained some tokens earlier only to have them seized by Xiao Yi, dropped his resistance and shook his head in resignation.

In truth, he had never intended to participate in the marriage alliance.

Having been dragged unwillingly by Little Lingdang, now that he couldn't obtain any tokens, he simply cast the matter aside.

But Lingdang cared deeply about it!

She loved Feng Wuji dearly and forced him—a man desperate to heal his wounds—to join the tournament for her sake, suppressing her love and pressing him on. However, now that Xiao Yi had claimed all the tokens, severing Feng Wuji's hope for recovery, Lingdang's eyes reddened with fury. She screamed, "You can't do this—!"

"Hmm?"

Xiao Yi cocked an eyebrow at the sound and turned his gaze toward her.

Feng Wuji's face paled, and he darted in front of Lingdang, covering her mouth swiftly while addressing Xiao Yi, "Apologies—she misspoke unintentionally!"

"Wuji, let go of me—!"

Lingdang broke free from Feng Wuji's hold, glaring angrily at Xiao Yi. "How can you be so selfish? Wuji already seized some marriage tokens—why do you think you can take them from him? There are a full hundred tokens—why should one man monopolize them all?"

Xiao Yi frowned slightly, speaking calmly but firmly, "Because Fang Qingzhu is my wife."

"Fang Qingzhu? The Saintess?"

"Did he just claim the Saintess is his wife? How arrogant can he be?"

"Strong as he may be, this is North Plum City and the tournament's weakest venue. The actual strongest contestants are the three Heralded Youth Supremes—does he fear offending them?"

Lingdang had not expected Xiao Yi to say such words.

But, seeing Feng Wuji's injuries, she was about to retort, only for Feng Wuji to cover her mouth again, shaking his head solemnly at her. "Don't say another word."

"Wuji... marrying the Saintess is the only way to heal your injuries—!" Lingdang shouted anxiously.

Feng Wuji shook his head, his gaze full of affection. "My wounds are beyond healing. All I want now is to spend the remainder of my days with you—that will be enough."

"Wuji—!"

Lingdang burst into tears.

She threw her arms around Feng Wuji, sobbing uncontrollably.

Feng Wuji gave a bitter smile, gently holding the woman in his embrace.

Xiao Yi, hovering in mid-air, raised an eyebrow at the scene. He could see clearly that the two were a matched pair of lovers. Piecing together their conversation, he quickly understood the situation. Lingdang's actions—forcing her beloved to pursue another woman for his survival—earned Xiao Yi's quiet admiration.

With a slight shift in his gaze, Xiao Yi spoke slowly, "Don't cry. His wounds—I can heal."