Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

Chapter 1283: Chapter 1269: I’ve been waiting for you for a long time!

"He’s not dead yet!"

Xiao Yi said in a deep voice.

Everyone was taken aback and turned towards the direction of the Hall Master of Death.

They had all just witnessed with their own eyes how terrifying that sword strike was.

None of them present had any confidence in surviving such a sword, and the Hall Master of Death only had a head left. How could he still be alive facing such a terrible sword?

Gurgle gurgle!

The two lumps of shredded flesh wriggled continuously, rapidly reorganizing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A moment later.

The Hall Master of Death’s head reappeared in front of everyone, unchanged from before, not even a fluctuation in its aura.

The Hall Master of Death twisted his head, making a creaking noise, and said eerily, "How is it? Are you surprised to see me still alive?"

Xiao Yi said indifferently, "What’s so surprising? Even the Siling Clan you created can have vitality comparable to an immortal body. What’s more, you, the creator of the Siling Clan?"

The Siling Clan was a peculiar race personally created by the Hall Master of Death.

As long as their heart of death remains unextinguished, they cannot be killed. Even if chopped into pieces, they can regenerate from the shredded flesh.

How could the creator of the Siling Clan be that easily slain?

"I see!"

The Hall Master of Death suddenly understood, curled his lips to reveal two rows of sawtooth-like fangs, and sinisterly laughed, "Although my body is immortal and my soul is hard to destroy by Heaven and Earth, it was still quite unpleasant to have my head chopped off! So..."

The Hall Master of Death suddenly let out a hideous cold laugh.

Almost simultaneously.

From the blood-red mouth on his face, an intense green mist burst forth, spreading without wind, instantly covering the area.

This thick fog was far more terrifying than the fog that shrouded the extreme south before.

Even with Xiao Yi activating the power of gods in his eyes, his vision was greatly obstructed, able to see only within a ten-mile radius.

Suddenly...

Xiao Yi’s pupils suddenly contracted, a glimmer of light flashed through his eyes like a meteor in the dark night, and he shouted towards Zi Feng, "Zi Feng, get out of the way!"

"Huh?"

Entrapped in the mist, Zi Feng suddenly heard Xiao Yi’s voice, instinctively responded, and then felt a tingling sensation all over his body.

He burst forth with unprecedented speed.

Leaping up like a startled cat.

Almost simultaneously.

From where he stood, a blood-red mouth opened wide, and two golden, glittering, finger-long fangs snapped down on empty air.

This made the Hall Master of Death furious.

If it weren’t for Xiao Yi’s warning, allowing Zi Feng to dodge in time, those two sharp fangs would have been deeply embedded in Zi Feng’s neck.

Just a moment’s time...

He would have been able to absorb thirty to forty percent of Zi Feng’s strength.

With the mist as cover.

He was fully confident he could drain Zi Feng dry before others noticed anything wrong.

Even though Zi Feng’s cultivation wasn’t the most advanced among them.

However...

He was a genuine Sacred Venerate Realm expert!

Treasure from head to toe.

What a feast it would be!

Unfortunately.

His plan was thwarted by Xiao Yi.

"According to the memory of the Master Nantian, this Xiao Yi brat has only been cultivating for a little over a decade? To have such power in such a short time, this boy must hold an enormous secret..."

The Hall Master of Death once again vanished into the green fog, his thoughts racing after devouring the Master Nantian and gaining his memory to better understand the Qingtian Realm for the past millennia, "I must find a way to capture this boy alive and force out his secret. If I can control this secret, my return to the peak will be imminent, maybe even further progress..."

"However..."

The Hall Master’s head was hidden in the mist, moving incredibly swiftly, even Xiao Yi found it difficult to track his position.

"Damn, this guy is too cunning!"

"What should we do?"

Everyone looked around cautiously.

Fearing the Hall Master of Death would suddenly appear behind them and take a bite at their necks.

Amidst the mist.

Master Nantian and Elder Tongtian stood back to back, vigilantly watching their surroundings, seeing themselves being toyed with.

Master Nantian said gloomily, "His speed is too fast, and with this fog as cover, he just escapes after a missed attack, not engaging us at all..."

The Hall Master of Death was not at his peak now.

Only a head remained.

Sealed for thousands of years.

After witnessing Xiao Yi genuinely being a threat to his life, the Hall Master wisely gave up on confrontational combat.

Although it would damage his reputation, it was the most suitable and sensible choice for the Hall Master at present.

"Get out of my way!"

Elder Tongtian’s hair, refined like sword threads, soared, each strand a sharp sword light, thousands of sword lights piercing the sky.

The fearsome sword power stirred bolts of thunder and lightning in the heavens. noveldrama

The Hall Master of Death remained indifferent, his eyes emitting blood-colored light.

The blood-colored eye beams were like thunder tearing through the sky, akin to two blood-red Azure Dragons twisting their vast bodies, crashing into the sea of sword lights.

Rumbling echoes shook heaven and earth.

Two vastly different yet equally violent forces clashed, battled fiercely in the sky.

In a flash...

Elder Tongtian’s hair kept snapping, breaking over ten thousand strands, even turning a part of his thick silver hair bald.

Causing Elder Tongtian to grimace in pain, looking at the Hall Master of Death hiding again in the mist and gritting his teeth, "This damn bastard is too cunning! What a pity the Qingping Sword isn’t in hand. If I could set up the Heavenly Luo Sword Formation, I could trap him, just wait until Xiao Yi has time to act, then this scoundrel wouldn’t get away scot-free..."

His words were unintentional; the listener took them to heart.

Upon hearing Elder Tongtian’s words, Master Nantian pressed his lips together, his brows knit, a firm resolve welled in his eyes.

Master Nantian took a deep breath, saying solemnly, "I’ll go check over there!"

"Huh?"

Elder Tongtian was surprised, not yet reacting, as Master Nantian had already distanced himself.

"Be careful!"

Elder Tongtian suspected nothing, merely reminded him, then flew towards Zi Feng and Fang Ru.

The three stood back to back, guarding every direction.

Giving the Hall Master of Death no chance to strike.

Suddenly.

The Hall Master of Death, hidden in the void, shifted his gaze to the "isolated" Master Nantian, a greedy, brutal gleam flashing in his eyes, "You dare to act alone with your meager strength? Truly not putting me in your eyes!"

His form blended into the mist again, quietly approaching Master Nantian.

Suddenly.

The Hall Master of Death’s figure emerged behind Master Nantian, sharp fangs bit into Master Nantian’s neck, devouring hungrily, laughing viciously, "Hahaha, you sought death yourself, I won’t be polite then!"

However...

Master Nantian, feeling his vitality draining, showed no panic but instead flashed a brilliant smile, "I’ve been waiting for you!"