Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

Chapter 271 One Against Ten

"All of you, come at me together!"

Xiao Yi said with an indifferent expression on his face, his voice calm.

The expressions of Yang Jin and the others changed dramatically.

The two Tao Tribulation Realm powerhouses from the Vast Righteousness Pavilion were now slain, and Little Lin had killed three from the True Martial Hall and the Kuangdao Sect.

Out of the twenty-two Tao Tribulation Realm experts from the ten great sects, a quarter had perished.

For the ten great sects, this was an outright slap in the face!

They had already forgotten when the last time someone from the ten great sects was killed!

Hu!

Yang Jin took a deep breath, his cold eyes sweeping over the remaining sixteen people.

Still present at the scene were the powerhouses from the Tianjian Sect, Kuangdao Sect, Three Seas Mountain, Liyang Sect, Feixue Temple, Wendao Villa, Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, and Yin Yang Dao Arena.

Each person's gaze toward Xiao Yi held a weight it previously didn't, rather than the previous disdain, there was now a serious undertone.

Despite Xiao Yi only being at the First Layer of Tao Tribulation Realm.

The ease with which he had slain the two Tao Tribulation Realm powerhouses from the Vast Righteousness Pavilion revealed his strength to be that of a formidable opponent.

The old Daoist from the Yin Yang Dao Arena narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly at Xiao Yi, his horsetail whisk trembling slightly in his hand, "A mere First Layer of Tao Tribulation Realm, yet possessing such terrifying power, this young man could not possibly be some nobody!"

The Liyang Sect powerhouse, surrounded by swirling red Yuan Qi, looking as ferocious as a wild beast with a miniature sun emitting a crimson glow above his head, the heat waves rolling off of it, spoke in an extremely cold voice, "No matter who he is, daring to challenge the dignity of our ten great sects, he must die!"

"We must kill him, otherwise where would the dignity of our ten great sects stand?" said the iron follower of the Kuangdao Sect, his blood-red tongue licking the handle of his saber with a sinister tone.

The middle-aged woman from the Feixue Temple, dressed in a blood-red gown, her expressionless face surrounded by drifting snow, her eyes as cold as frost, said, "Since he insisted on seeking death, we shall grant it to him."

The experts from the ten great sects exchanged glances.

They had reached an understanding!

This was the reason the ten great sects were such a headache for the imperial family: they were constantly competing with each other, but once an outside force touched their interests, challenging their authority and status, the ten great sects would unite at the first opportunity, presenting a united front. This unity was why the once flourishing Xiaoshanhe Institute had fallen to such a state.

And the suppression from the ten great sects played no small part in that.

For instance, during a training exercise, the disciples of the ten great sects would do nothing but join forces to suppress the Xiaoshanhe Institute.

Thousands of disciples would enter a mysterious realm for training, and fewer than a hundred would come out alive.

Situations like this happened all the time.

Eventually...

Naturally, no one dared to join the Xiaoshanhe Institute anymore.

Today.

The appearance of Xiao Yi challenged the authority of the ten great sects, and they immediately came to an agreement to collaborate and suppress Xiao Yi together.

Shua shua shua!

Among the seventeen experts, there were seven at the Tao Tribulation Realm Peak, with the rest being experts above the Fourth Layer of the Tao Tribulation Realm. When these seventeen people joined forces, the multicolored Yuan Qi filled the sky, and amidst the ten thousand rays of light, terrifying fluctuations of Yuan Qi converged into a dazzling, rainbow-like streamer.

As a top disciple of the Tianjian Sect and the person in charge of its branch in the royal capital, Yang Jin naturally took the lead.

Shua!

A pierced-heaven sword appeared around Yang Jin.

This sword was shrouded in a turquoise light, with mysterious runes inscribed upon its blade, a sixth-grade Yuan weapon!

Being the son of Emperor Qian and a loyal supporter of the Crown Prince and Xiao Tianjiao, his strength was naturally formidable. His cultivation might not have been at the Tao Tribulation Realm Peak, but it was no weaker than the vast majority who were, especially when bolstered by this sixth-grade Yuan weapon and employing the Tianjian Sect's secret Sword Control Technique.

Taking the head of an enemy general from a hundred miles away was as easy as reaching into a bag.

His combat power was not to be underestimated!

"Sword, come!"

Yang Jin roared low, a flick of his sword finger.

With a series of grating clashing sounds, a sixth-grade longsword split in two, then four... until it became sixty-four longswords.

The strength of Sword Control Technique is measured by the number of flying swords one can manipulate at the same time.

Manipulating sixty-four flying swords at once, Yang Jin's combat power was by no means weaker than that of a warrior at the Peak of the Tao Tribulation Realm.

"Sword Control sixty-four?"

Dongfang Kuang thought of the eldest Crown Prince, second only to Xiao Tianjiao in the Tianjian Sect, and Yang Ling, whose depth no one could fathom, and he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, "I didn't expect Prince Yang Jin's strength to be so formidable. If it weren't for the Crown Prince and Prince Yang Ling, he'd have a good chance at contending for the throne..."

"The matter of the successor is for his Majesty to decide, best we don't discuss it!"

Qi said indifferently, then with a squint, he added, "As far as I know, Prince Yang Jin's Sword Control Technique was instructed by Xiao Tianjiao himself that's how he achieved such proficiency."

"Indeed, Xiao Tianjiao is an unrivaled genius with no equal, having cultivated the three great secret techniques of the Tianjian Sect to a very high realm. Just the Sword Control Technique alone, it is said that he can manipulate two hundred and fifty-six flying swords simultaneously. However..."

Dongfang Kuang narrowed his eyes, his gaze landing on Xiao Yi, reminded of the miracles Xiao Yi had created along the way, he said solemnly, "I think Xiao Yi might very well surpass him!"

"Oh?"

Qi looked deeply at Dongfang Kuang, a flicker of surprise darting through the depths of his eyes. Enjoy exclusive chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

Xiao Tianjiao's strength had already taken deep root in people's hearts.

Firmly entrenched!

Almost everyone believed that no one could surpass Xiao Tianjiao within a thousand years.

Until now...

Dongfang Kuang had thought so too.

Especially after he had personally seen Xiao Tianjiao conquer the Five Yin Yang Five Elements Towers and condense the five elemental Dao patterns, he became an even firmer proponent of this view.

But now.

His thoughts had undergone earth-shattering changes.

Both of them turned their attention to Xiao Yi.

The attacks from Yang Jin's Sword Control Technique, the Mad Demon Saber Skill from Kuangdao Sect, the Mysterious Tao Skill from Yin Yang Dao Arena, the Snow Transformation from Feixue Temple, and others filled the skies like a catastrophic flood, inundating from the ten major sects' experts.

One against ten.

How would Xiao Yi respond?

Under their watchful eyes...

Xiao Yi suddenly soared into the sky, the power of Wind Thunder greatly stirring; purple-golden lightning and cyan winds twirled around his body, amidst ear-splitting explosive sounds, Xiao Yi stood aloft, reaching forward with his right hand, energy converging into a sword, sweeping out: "The waterfall cascades down three thousand feet!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The number of energy longswords kept increasing, instantly turning into hundreds of energy blades.

These blades condensed into a silver waterfall.

Like a galaxy cascading down three thousand feet.

Boom, boom, boom!

Wherever the sword qi waterfall passed, colliding with Yang Jin's flying swords, it was like the point of a needle against the broad side of wheat. Amidst a series of earth-shaking roars, the flying swords fell one after another, defeated by the onslaught of thunder.

"A Stroke That Surprises the Wind and Rain!"

Xiao Yi reached out, seizing one of the flying swords, turning himself into a sword, becoming one with the sword!

Whoosh!

A streak of sword light spanned the sky, with silver threads covering his form, he seemed to become a tens of zhang long beam of sword light, thrusting forward...