Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

Chapter 1282: Chapter 1268: He’s Still Alive!

"Gulp!"

Tongtian and the others collectively swallowed their saliva, looking at the Death God’s Hall Master’s head with no longer the slightest contempt.

This was merely a head!

Yet, with just a glance, it had sent Zi Feng flying.

Who could have imagined this before the actual confrontation?

Even Xiao Yi...

Upon first seeing this head, he too felt a sense of lightness, letting out a sigh of relief in his heart.

But now.

The Death God’s Hall Master’s head told them through its actions that, even with just a remnant body, he was still one of the dominant Hall Masters of the Hall of Longevity from the Ancient Times.

An overlord of the past.

Still as formidable today!

"A mantis trying to stop a cart, overestimating oneself!"

The Death God’s Hall Master’s mouth moved; his cold voice resonated in this space, his blood-red eyes swept over Xiao Yi and the others, as if seeing through them completely.

His blood-red eyes eventually landed on Xiao Yi and Fang Tianchi, with a cold smile full of mockery, he said: "Has the Qingtian Realm become so feeble now? Are you the only two who have surpassed over five thousand steps of the Dao?"

Master Nantian and the others’ faces turned alternately green and red.

This was a remark that harmed little but was extremely insulting!

The five of them were directly ignored like that.

However...

They too could not think of any words to refute.

Swoosh!

Zi Feng flew back from afar, looking disheveled, blood still flowing from his shoulder, strands of black airflow clinging to the wound, exuding a dense death aura.

A Supreme Venerate could regenerate limbs.

The vitality of a Sacred Venerate was even stronger, but even with Zi Feng’s strong vitality, the wound long resisted healing completely.

One can imagine how terrifying the destructive power of that black airflow was.

Zi Feng’s face was slightly pale, gritting his teeth, he said: "Everyone, be careful, this guy’s strength contains a powerful death force of the world. Once wounded, it’s difficult to eradicate..."

The Death God’s Hall Master’s head floated in mid-air, still dripping blood from beneath his neck.

His gaze lingered on Fang Tianchi and Fang Tianmiao for a moment, suddenly breaking into a grin as he said: "You two are the little ones from the Tiance Clan, right? Back then your Tiance Clan refused to submit under my Hall’s dominion, and carried the Qingtian Realm’s Eight Ancient Clans into hiding in the Mysterious Realm. How come you dare show yourselves in the Qingtian Realm now? Do you not fear clan annihilation?"

The Eight Ancient Clans.

They were once the dominant existences of the Qingtian Realm.

But due to the emergence of the Hall of Longevity showcasing formidable strength, the Eight Ancient Clans did not dare to contend with it.

Choosing to retreat into seclusion within the Mysterious Realm.

Seeking a corner of peace.

Throughout the Ancient Times...

The Eight Clans of the Mysterious Realm almost never showed themselves in the Qingtian Realm.

Until Zhao Wuji’s appearance...

Moreover.

At that time, the Tiance Clan calculated that Zhao Wuji would make a move against the Hall of Longevity, fearing he might ultimately fail, causing the Hall of Longevity to bear a grudge against the Eight Ancient Clans. Thus, the Tiance Clan’s ancestor leaked the news of Zhao Wuji to the Hall of Longevity.

It was precisely because of this...

The Martial Clan bore deep hatred toward the Tiance Clan.

Indeed.

If the Tiance Clan hadn’t leaked Zhao Wuji’s information to the Hall of Longevity, the Martial Clan wouldn’t have been targeted by the Hall, having lost many strong members during the Ancient Times.

Fang Tianchi snorted coldly, his expression rather unsightly.

The Tiance Clan’s decision back then, although preserving the clan, had also caused alienation among the Eight Ancient Clans.

This is an indelible stain on the Tiance Clan.

After all.

No matter the circumstances, betraying an alliance is always a contemptible act.

Fang Tianmiao said: "Our ancestor back then also acted for the peace of the Mysterious Realm and the Qingtian Realm..."

"Nonsense!"

The Death God’s Hall Master sneered, looking disdainful, he said: "Your Tiance Clan is just a bunch of cowards, priding yourselves on foreseeing destiny, always hiding like turtles. Yet unwilling to remain lonely, often secretly traveling through the Qingtian Realm, using your destiny-measuring means to incite conflicts among various forces. If it wasn’t for your ancestor’s betrayal, revealing to my Hall that Zhao Wuji would one day endanger us, my Hall wouldn’t have acted against him, hence creating an unresolvable grudge..."

Fang Tianmiao opened his mouth, but found it hard to speak.

Indeed, as the Death God’s Hall Master claimed, the Tiance Clan truly brought disaster upon the countless beings of the Qingtian Realm.

Without Zhao Wuji and the battle with the Hall of Longevity, the Azure Heaven Continent would still be intact today.

Or it wouldn’t be falling apart like it is now.

But...

Everything is over!

At least now, they are doing their utmost to resist the Hall Master of Death, protecting the beings of the Qingtian Realm.

Xiao Yi let out a long sigh of relief, looking gravely at the Hall Master of Death: "The grand Hall Master of Death, one of the nine Hall Masters of the Hall of Longevity, and yet you resort to such petty provocations of sowing discord?"

What the Hall Master of Death said just now indeed kindled a bit of dislike towards Fang Tianchi and the others from people like Master Nantian.

But now it was exposed by Xiao Yi’s words.

The gap in their hearts, however, dissipated slightly.

A cold gleam flashed deep in the Hall Master of Death’s eyes, surprised that his plan had been exposed by Xiao Yi’s words, causing him to be somewhat embarrassed and angry. With a cold snort, he said: "In my eyes, you are just ants that can be killed with a breath. Why bother with provocations for you?"

"Maybe at your peak, we indeed are ants you could kill with a breath. But now, that may not be the case!" Xiao Yi placed his hands behind his back, subtly approaching the Hall Master of Death.

The Hall Master of Death squinted his eyes: "What makes you say that?"

Xiao Yi grinned and said: "If you were confident in dealing with us now, would you still need to go through the trouble of stalling for time?"

"What a joke, when have I ever..."

The voice of the Hall Master of Death abruptly stopped.

It wasn’t interrupted.

Instead, as he was speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth wide, and a scarlet tongue shot out from his mouth.

The speed of this tongue was as fast as lightning.

With a whoosh.

It directly tore through the void, spiraling towards the weakest among them, Fang Ru.

The tongue was like a blooming flower, suddenly splitting into four petals, each covered with sharp, sawtooth-like fangs. As the four petals of the tongue spread wide, the blood-red maw lunged towards Fang Ru.

As Xiao Yi said, having just escaped from that seal, he was at his weakest.

Everything just now was merely to stall for time.

And now...

Seeing his scheme exposed by Xiao Yi, the Hall Master of Death decisively launched a surprise attack.

"As long as I devour this Sacred Venerate Realm expert, you’ll all die before me!" The Hall Master of Death laughed triumphantly.

However...

Before he finished his words.

A cold gleam suddenly flashed past Fang Ru’s front. noveldrama

It was the Qingping Sword!

"How are you here?" The Hall Master of Death’s expression changed dramatically, looking at Xiao Yi swinging the sword down, utterly shocked.

Xiao Yi moved with the sword in his hand.

Boom!

One slash down.

The tongue was cut off entirely, blood spurting wildly, and Xiao Yi did not hesitate at all, seizing the opportunity to grab the severed tongue trying to retract into the mouth.

Suddenly, a thousand-pound slam.

His whole body turned into a towering peak, the enormous force dragging the tongue downward fiercely towards the ground.

With a boom and a loud crash.

The tongue was forcibly stomped onto the ground by Xiao Yi, while the Qingping Sword in his hand drew a sword flower, with a puff sound, pinning the tongue firmly into the ground. Following that, Xiao Yi walked on air, flying to the front of the Hall Master of Death’s head.

He suddenly lifted his foot, delivering a powerful flying kick right to the Hall Master of Death’s face.

Swoosh!

The Hall Master of Death’s head flew high like an arrow off a bowstring, the tongue stretching longer and longer.

Xiao Yi grabbed the end of the tongue with one hand, yanking it back fiercely.

Whoosh!

The Hall Master of Death’s head was pulled back once more.

Even faster, it flew towards the Qingping Sword embedded in the ground, with a puff sound running through from the sharp blade of the Qingping Sword.

Bang!

Bang!

The grotesque head was split in half, falling onto the ground.

"Did it succeed?"

"Th-this Hall Master of Death’s head, was it just destroyed like that?" Zi Feng and the others looked at Xiao Yi with wild joy.

However...

Xiao Yi furrowed his sword eyebrows, shaking his head slightly: "He’s still alive!"