Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

The guard led He Ju forward, "Supervisor, this is Lord Xiao Yi!"

"Hmm, you may step back now!"

He Ju chuckled and nodded, squinting as he examined Xiao Yi. Smiling, he said, "Oh my, truly a hero from the younger generation! Xiao Yi, such a young man, yet already at the Heavenly Venerate Realm. Truly, I am in awe!"

"Supervisor He, you flatter me! My visiting card...?"

Before he could finish his sentence, He Ju replied with a grin, "The visiting card has been received; however, the Prison Master is currently in seclusion. You will need to wait until he finishes his retreat before being summoned."

They say, one does not hit a smiling face.

With He Ju's cordial demeanor, Xiao Yi found it hard to make things difficult and merely furrowed his brows, asking, "Then, when will the Prison Master come out of seclusion?"

"That's hard to say. It could be three to five years, or maybe even one to two hundred years..."

As He Ju was speaking,

A middle-aged man in a blood-red robe suddenly emerged from the Prison Master's residence. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, his nose hooked like an eagle's beak, radiating an imposing aura of ferocious evil. His gaze flickered with electric light as it swept disdainfully over Xiao Yi and fell on He Ju: "He Fatty, this is the third time I've come here, and each time you tell me that the Prison Master is in seclusion. Are you taking me for a fool?"

"Oh my, Brother Zhang Ming, why say such things? You are the Blood River War God under the Yellow Springs Prison Master. How could I dare toy with you? Unfortunately, the Prison Master is indeed in seclusion today. Look at Mr. Xiao Yi here; he's also handed in his visiting card and is waiting, just like you."

"Hmm?"

Zhang Ming was stunned, a look of contempt sweeping across his face as he pointed at Xiao Yi's nose and mocked, "He Fatty, what are you implying? Comparing this wet-behind-the-ears brat to me? Who do you think you're underestimating? This kid couldn't even measure up to one of my hairs, so why should I wait like him?"

He Ju's expression changed slightly, just as he was about to speak,

Xiao Yi, standing behind him, spoke coldly: "Keep pointing your finger, and I'll shove it into your belly button. Believe me."

"Shove it into your belly button, you say?"

Xiao Yi stared expressionlessly at Zhang Ming.

Already annoyed by the Prison Master's seclusion, and further aggravated by Zhang Ming venting his resentment on him,

Xiao Yi couldn't tolerate it any longer.

He Ju's face abruptly changed. In recent days, he had personally experienced Zhang Ming's fiery temper.

It was no exaggeration...

If Zhang Ming didn't fear the Prison Master's reputation, he would've already fought He Ju.

The audacity of Xiao Yi to speak to Zhang Ming like this amounted to poking at a tiger and plucking hairs from a lion's mane!

He Ju quickly stepped forward, putting himself between the two, trying to mediate, "Gentlemen, gentlemen, please let me speak..."

"Get out of my way!"

Zhang Ming snorted coldly and shoved He Ju aside. He stepped forward, finger still extended, pressing it against Xiao Yi's forehead as he sneered, "I'm pointing, so what will you do about it?"

Before he could finish his sentence,

A sudden jolt of pain erupted.

Zhang Ming screamed miserably, looking down to find his finger had been snapped off by Xiao Yi. Blood gushed like a spring from the severed finger, and before Zhang Ming could even react, Xiao Yi grabbed the broken finger and forcefully shoved it into Zhang Ming's belly button with a squelch.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

The entire finger was inserted into the belly button, and with a twist of Xiao Yi's wrist, Zhang Ming's intestines were churned inside.

The pain caused beads of sweat to form on Zhang Ming's forehead.

"You little bastard, daring to ambush me? Die..." Zhang Ming's eyes glowed with a savage, biting cold light as veins bulged on his forehead like struggling dragons.

From his palm, a ball of dark light gathered in an instant.

The dark light glittered brilliantly.

Dark lines of energy rotated slowly across the surface of the swirling black light. With a single palm strike,

The black light shot toward Xiao Yi's forehead.

"Watch out!"

He Ju's expression changed drastically.

Zhang Ming's power was close to He Ju's own, having once served as one of the four War Gods under the Yellow Springs Prison Master in the Northern Prison Realm. However, due to his explosive temper and cruel methods—killing the disciples of the Yellow Springs Prison Master—he was forced to flee to the Southern Prison Realm to seek refuge under the Asura Prison Master.

His skills were absolutely formidable.

Add to that his fury in battle, and even ordinary Supreme Venerate experts could be instantly annihilated!

Yet...

In the next moment.

He Ju's worry vanished, replaced by deep shock and disbelief.

Xiao Yi had only raised a single hand behind his back.

With just a lift of his left arm, he grabbed Zhang Ming's wrist firmly, the pulsating dark ball of energy unable to move an inch further.

"Instantly condensing the dark attribute's elemental force to its peak intensity; on contact with an enemy, it would fully erupt from within to induce devastating damage—not a weak method of attack..."

With each word Xiao Yi spoke, beads of cold sweat dripped from Zhang Ming's forehead.

He hadn't imagined that one of his trump cards would be exposed so casually by Xiao Yi.

"How... how do you know how this move works?" Zhang Ming asked in disbelief.

Xiao Yi smirked slightly and opened his mouth leisurely: "Is it that difficult? It's merely a trivial technique. I could design similar moves anytime, with power several times stronger than yours."

"Impossible! I spent hundreds of years crafting this move..."

Zhang Ming roared hysterically.

Compressing elemental force was exceedingly difficult!

He had leveraged his unique cultivation technique and immense experience, painstakingly researching for centuries to create this move.

Xiao Yi claimed to be able to replicate it at will?

And create one far more powerful?

He Ju shook his head in resistance: "Xiao Yi's strength is indeed terrifying, but he's far too arrogant for his age. On the surface, such an attack seems straightforward, but mastering it requires tremendous effort. If not for Zhang Ming's unique circumstances, even a Sacred Venerate couldn't compress elemental force! For Xiao Yi to say he can casually craft it—what youthful arrogance. Forget it, I'll step in and save him later..."

He had long despised Zhang Ming.

But Xiao Yi's polite demeanor left a good impression.

Just as He Ju prepared to intervene...

Xiao Yi suddenly raised his hand, and five swirling vortexes appeared on his fingertips.

Crimson, orange, red, green, and blue.

The five-colored vortexes rotated.

The power of the five elements, each distinct and condensed to its peak, transformed into spiraling balls of energy.

"This... this... how is this possible?"

"Compressing all five elements at once? Is this kid the reincarnation of the Martial God?"

Shock etched onto both He Ju and Zhang Ming's faces.

Simultaneous mastery of the five elemental forces.

Such an innate gift alone was staggering, but Xiao Yi's ability to compress all five elemental forces simultaneously demonstrated supreme mastery over each.

In that instant,

Zhang Ming felt like a clown.

The technique he had proudly crafted over centuries was mere child's play before Xiao Yi.

Sensing the terrifying pressure emanating from the five energy balls,

Cold sweat poured down Zhang Ming's forehead as his body trembled uncontrollably. Gone was his earlier arrogance; with a thud, he dropped to his knees before Xiao Yi: "Lord Xiao, have mercy! I was blind to Tianshan's might. Please forgive me... I swear to make a martial vow of subservience to Lord Xiao, to follow at your heels and never betray you..."

Zhang Ming's fiery temperament and brutality held no sway against absolute power.

His reasons for slaying the Yellow Springs Prison Master's disciple stemmed from revenge for his own brother,

But against Xiao Yi's overwhelming strength, coupled with his unparalleled talent, he surrendered entirely.

Xiao Yi froze: "Serve me?"