Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

Chen Longxiang was seething with rage, his venomous gaze fixed firmly on Fang Qingzhu, grinding his teeth with hatred reaching the heavens: "You wretched woman, how dare you flirt with that wild man right before my eyes? Seal Demon Stele, Five Elements Rotation, Yin and Yang Shift, blessed by the powers of the Eighteen Hells..."

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The Seal Demon Stele emitted an earth-shattering black light.

The stele transformed into the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

Abi Hell, Hell of Tongue-Ripping, Hell of Boiling Oil... Each layer of the Eighteen Hells was distinctly different, yet every one of them exuded an eerie and terrifying aura, saturated with boundless resentment. Each hell represented a form of excruciating torment.

It was torture beyond human comprehension.

To endure a journey through the Eighteen Hells, even if one managed to survive, it would drive them to insanity, or worse, cause their soul to fall into eternal despair.

"Xiao Yi, aren't you and Fang Qingzhu supposed to be inseparable? Didn't you pledge undying devotion? Now, I will see if after sending Fang Qingzhu through the Eighteen Hells, you two will still remain devoted unto death. Hahaha..."

Chen Longxiang stood arrogantly atop the Seal Demon Stele, letting out a hysterical roar.

"Chen Longxiang, how dare you!"

Xiao Yi's entire body bristled, his voice echoing with uncontrollable fury.

He never expected Chen Longxiang to be this mad.

All because Fang Qingzhu had said she wanted him to take her home, Chen Longxiang was now resorting to the Seal Demon Stele's most terrifying punishment—the Eighteen Hells.

If Fang Qingzhu truly experienced the Eighteen Hells...

The odds of survival were slim to none!

Even if she were to barely survive, she would likely be reduced to the state of a lifeless shell, dazed, tormented by living nightmares, existing in a fate worse than death.

Chen Longxiang smirked maliciously and said coldly, "What do I have to fear? If I can't have her, then neither can anyone else..."

If he couldn't obtain it, he would destroy it!

This was Chen Longxiang's principle.

Boom!

Chen Longxiang grabbed Fang Qingzhu by her hair, casting a sinister smile in Xiao Yi's direction. With a single push of his hand, he threw Fang Qingzhu into the First Hell.

Woo woo woo...

The anguished cries of ghosts and wolves echoed through the hells, as resentful souls filled the air.

Fang Qingzhu's figure disappeared into the vast, ominous black mist in the blink of an eye...

But soon...

From within the First Hell came Fang Qingzhu's gut-wrenching, despairing screams of agony...

"Chen Longxiang, Baiyu, you forced my hand..."

Xiao Yi clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails piercing into his flesh as bright red blood flowed from the wounds between his fingers, yet he remained oblivious to the pain. His jaw was clenched so hard it emitted a grinding noise, and his eyes were already bloodshot. His gaze was as icy as frost, and the murderous intent emanating from his entire being pierced the heavens.

A dragon's reverse scale—touch it, and you die.

Fang Qingzhu.

Was Xiao Yi's reverse scale!

"Quick, take this chance to kill Xiao Yi while he's distracted!"

"Hahaha, he's mine now..."

"Die!"

One by one, the powerful figures, who had been preparing all along, seized the moment of Xiao Yi's grief and rage, pressing their attack while he seemed momentarily lost.

The surrounding assembly of warriors moved in unison, unleashing the most ferocious onslaughts.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Waves of terrifying energy exploded into dazzling brilliance, blades and swords with razor-sharp auras falling ceaselessly upon Xiao Yi.

And yet...

When those horrifying attacks landed on Xiao Yi, they resounded with clangs and bangs.

As though metal striking against metal.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

They stared at the crumpled blades, the shattered swords, and the rebounding hidden weapons...

"How... How is this possible?"

"He had no defense at all, yet we used all our strength and couldn't even breach it?"

"What kind of monstrous physique is this..."

The crowd of elites stood aghast, staring at Xiao Yi in disbelief.

Golden light coursed across Xiao Yi's body; the ninth transformation of the Wind Thunder Holy Body rendered his form as indestructible as high-grade ninth-tier artifacts. Even ordinary Sacred Venerate-level attacks would struggle to inflict deadly harm on him. Let alone this group of challengers?

"All of you, deserve to die!" Xiao Yi declared coldly, his frosty gaze sweeping over the assembly.

"..."

The group shuddered in unison.

Startled at first, they retreated in fear, but quickly recalled their numerical superiority—tens of thousands against one—how could they be afraid of Xiao Yi?

"Xiao Yi, surrender willingly!"

"Don't struggle in vain. You're alone; how can you resist all of us?"

"Let me land the killing blow. I promise it'll be quick and painless. You're going to die anyway—let me take your life, and if the Saintess fancies me in the future, I'll look after her on your behalf..."

The powerhouses mocked him in vile and obscene ways, jeering heartlessly, and reveling in his misfortune.

Each word struck like a venomous dagger stabbing deep into Xiao Yi's heart.

Pain!

Heart-wrenching pain!

Fury!

Uncontrollable fury!

Xiao Yi took a deep breath, his icy voice reverberating across the skies above Baiyu Sacred Land, quietly yet clearly reaching everyone's ears: "I, Xiao Yi, came to Baiyu Sacred Land today only to take my wife home. Yet I encountered all of this... Right or wrong, success or failure... Today, I, Xiao Yi, will begin a slaughter."

"Anyone who blocks my path—die!"

"Anyone who dares insult my wife—die!"

"Anyone with ill intentions—die!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

His voice boomed like an echo, reverberating endlessly. Just as everyone believed he was bluffing, a golden figure floated into existence above his head.

This figure radiated golden light, with six pairs of gold foil-like wings on its back.

Its insect-like head, seemingly forged of gold, bore countless densely packed eyes, blinking coldly with a chilling gaze as though it stared down from the Nine Serenities Hell itself, delivering a deadly judgment.

This was the Queen of the God Devouring Ants!

With Xiao Yi's current strength capable of rivaling Sacred Venerate Realms, summoning his Martial Dao Phantasm, the God Devouring Ant, had reached a new pinnacle.

Now, he could summon a swarm numbering in the billions!

"I, Xiao Yi, swear here today: anyone who obstructs my reunion with Fang Qingzhu—kill without mercy!"

Xiao Yi's body slowly soared into the sky as golden God Devouring Ants surged endlessly, forming a golden throne beneath him. Xiao Yi sat upon it, exuding an aura of unparalleled authority, as countless ants surrounded him like stars in a night sky. His majestic voice reverberated through the heavens, "If I break this vow, may I never rest in peace for eternity... Immortals, devils, and gods alike bear witness!"

Boom, boom, boom!

Thunder roared across the heavens.

Lightning bolts pierced through the skies, connecting heaven and earth.

The winds howled ferociously.

Underneath the vast canopy of golden light, the swarm of God Devouring Ants was overwhelming and suffocating.

Every single creature present felt their scalps prickling!

This was a swarm numbering in the billions!

Each one the size of a human head.

Golden light glinted off their forms.

They looked like a river of flowing gold...

"W-What are these things?"

"They seem to be Xiao Yi's Martial Dao Phantasm? My heavens, how could there be so many of them?"

"I've never heard of anyone's Martial Dao Phantasm manifesting in such numbers. What's to be done?"

"Why fear them? They're just insects. Crush them to death..."

The elites exchanged uneasy glances.

Ultimately, greed got the better of them, and they charged Xiao Yi as one.

Facing tens of thousands of powerful enemies...

Xiao Yi sat high upon his golden throne, expressionless, pointing forward: "Kill!"

Rustle, rustle, rustle!

The swarm of billions of God Devouring Ants moved as one.

In an instant, the hum of their wings filled the air as they surged forth, covering the sky and earth.

Upon meeting the swarm...

Tens of thousands of warriors were instantly surrounded by billions of ants.

When the ants swept through...

The tens of thousands of warriors disappeared entirely, leaving no corpses, no bones, not even a trace of blood or flesh.

It was as though they had never existed in this world.

Hiss...

At that moment...

The surviving tens of thousands of warriors were dumbstruck, an icy terror crawling down their spines. Cold sweat drenched their bodies, and all thoughts of resistance crumbled: "What... What kind of demons are these? I-I'm done, I quit..."

"Run for your lives..."

"Turn back, hurry, run!"

The tens of thousands of warriors were utterly terrified and scattered like frightened animals.

But...

Did Xiao Yi intend to let them escape?

Seated on his golden throne, Xiao Yi's expression was cold: "Kill!"

Boom!

Billions of God Devouring Ants surged with unstoppable force, swarming after their fleeing prey.

Within half an incense stick's time, the tens of thousands of warriors were eradicated, without a single one left alive.

In this moment...

The world fell silent.

Xiao Yi stood upon the golden throne, slowly ascending to the peak of the Sacred Mountain. His cold gaze locked onto Chen Longxiang, standing arrogantly atop the Seal Demon Stele, and he spoke each word clearly: "Your turn..."

PS: 4,000-word epic chapter!