SWNOVELXO Chapter 1112: Boundless Ice Prison!
"You have lost!"
Xiao Yi held the Red Sky Sword at an angle, its sharp tip pressed against Chen Longxiang's throat.
Just one more inch.
And Chen Longxiang would be decapitated.
At this moment, Chen Longxiang's entire body was consumed by a chilling cold, the icy sensation from the sword spreading throughout him, making him feel as if trapped inside a frozen cellar.
On Chen Longxiang's face was an expression of utter disbelief.
Even now...
He still couldn't believe that he had been defeated by Xiao Yi.
After all.
From the very beginning.
He had never thought much of Xiao Yi. In his eyes, Xiao Yi wasn't even worth a glance.
It must be noted...
He was the first ancient ancestor who had established the holy land of Baiyu.
Even in Ancient Times.
His strength was overwhelming, standing alongside powerhouses like Zhao Wuji and the Dual Star Taoist as a legendary figure of his age.
He held himself to be comparable to Zhao Wuji and others.
Why would he ever consider someone like Xiao Yi, hailing from the remote Southern State after the Ancient Era, worthy?
Yet...
The icy blade against his neck constantly reminded him that he had lost.
Lost to Xiao Yi, whom he never even deemed worth taking notice of.
The sensation was akin to a wealthy tycoon realizing that all his possessions combined didn't measure up to a street vendor's earnings.
The stark disparity and shock.
Nearly drove Chen Longxiang's mind to collapse entirely, while his bloodshot eyes, like two crimson gemstones, fixed unwaveringly on Xiao Yi: "I have not lost... Earlier, if you hadn't launched a sneak attack while I was unprepared, I wouldn't have fallen into your hands..."
A sneak attack?
Xiao Yi paused, looking at Chen Longxiang with a strange expression.
He was clearly the one who attacked first!
And now he accused Xiao Yi of a sneak attack?
Xiao Yi laughed furiously: "As expected of someone who's survived since Ancient Times—your face is indeed thick enough. Just your shamelessness alone might be impervious even to high-level Yuan weapons."
"You..."
Chen Longxiang's face turned grim.
Xiao Yi pointed towards the Seal Demon Stele below: "Unlock the Seal Demon Stele and release Qingzhu!"
"Never!"
A gleam flashed in Chen Longxiang's eyes. Seeing an opportunity to overturn his defeat, he chuckled sinisterly, "Xiao Yi, now you need a favor from me. Is this how you ask for help? Aren't you supposed to be so capable? Go rescue Fang Qingzhu yourself—why beg me?"
Chen Longxiang crossed his arms and spoke arrogantly.
Even with the sharp sword tip still pressed against his throat, he remained fearless.
After all...
The Seal Demon Stele was a sacred artifact created by the Hall of Longevity during Ancient Times, used for imprisoning rebels at the Longevity Secret Realm level and above.
Especially its Eighteen Layers of Hell.
The Eighteen Layers were the most formidable mechanism of the Seal Demon Stele.
Unless the wielder of the stele actively unlocked the Eighteen Layers and opened the stele, even a Sacred Venerate descending couldn't force it open from the outside.
Xiao Yi's expression darkened: "I don't care if you're Chen Longxiang or the first ancient ancestor... Fang Qingzhu is my wife. Anyone who dares harm her—I will kill them!"
Buzz!
The sword vibrated, and it looked as though Chen Longxiang's head would be severed at any moment.
"You wouldn't dare!"
Chen Longxiang's face changed drastically. He had thought Xiao Yi would hesitate to risk harming him.
But Xiao Yi's decisiveness truly shocked him to the core.
Chen Longxiang could even feel the breath of death approaching rapidly, so close it could not be ignored.
Faced with life and death.
Chen Longxiang was ready to surrender and use his powers to unlock the Seal Demon Stele.
But just at this critical moment...
Streams of white light, like scattered stars, drifted in from all directions, gradually converging between Xiao Yi and Chen Longxiang into a dazzling white figure. The light solidified, blocking Xiao Yi's sword from advancing.
Not only did it stop Xiao Yi's Red Sky Sword in its tracks, but it also shielded Chen Longxiang behind it.
As the myriad lights merged.
The crowd finally saw the figure's appearance clearly.
He wore a pristine white robe.
Upon the robe were embroidered snowflakes, exquisite and mesmerizing, each snowflake seemingly real. Moreover, the robe itself was woven from silk spun by ice silkworms, cool to the touch, incredibly smooth, evoking a sense of unforgettable elegance.
Beneath the robe, his body stood tall and proud, exuding an aura of grandeur akin to an unreachable mountain summit.
The aura he radiated.
Made it feel as though, in that instant, he had become the center of the world.
And he.
Was none other than the current Master of Baiyu—Fang Ru!
Meanwhile.
Fang Ru was also Fang Qingzhu's father and Xiao Yi's father-in-law.
"Enough!"
Fang Ru spoke with an aloof expression, his voice resounding with an invisible yet overwhelming pressure suffusing the entirety of Baiyu.
It made everyone feel an intense compulsion—they must obey him, and under no circumstances provoke him!
Even Xiao Yi.
Momentarily lost himself in front of Fang Ru.
He snapped his head back quickly.
His pupils contracted sharply, a vigilant gaze focusing tightly on Fang Ru standing before him.
From the instant Fang Ru appeared...
Xiao Yi keenly sensed that his father-in-law was anything but simple.
Though Xiao Yi was the youngest Sacred Venerate of the Human Race in Qingtian Realm, even as he faced Fang Ru now, he felt, incredibly, the same awe he had felt standing before Past Buddha and Master Nantian.
This feeling signified that Fang Ru's martial achievements were on par with theirs!