Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 1235 - 1211 First Battle Success

Zhao Xing’s face was as ugly as it could get.

His old face was ashen, like a liver-colored purple, with eyes full of red.

Furious!

He originally thought everything was under his control, but in the end, he realized that the clown was actually himself.

This feeling made the always successful Zhao Xing feel terribly miserable. His blood-red eyes stared deadly at Fang Tianchi and the others across him, his eyes flashing with viciousness and cruelty: "How dare you all mock me like this, it’s simply outrageous. Fang Tianchi, just wait and see. Even if we lose this first round, I will slay your Tiance Clan’s Sacred Venerate expert first..."

With his strength in a duel with Fang Qingyun,

he could completely kill him!

As for Zhao Jin, who had reached four thousand steps on the Great Dao, facing Fang Tianchi was a losing situation, but Fang Tianchi absolutely didn’t have the strength to kill Zhao Jin.

Zhao Yu and Fang Tianmiao were evenly matched.

Even if Fang Tianmiao had some mysterious means to slightly gain the upper hand, he couldn’t possibly kill Zhao Yu.

This way,

his side of the Martial Clan’s three experts were perfectly safe.

However, there was a significant gap between Fang Qingyun and himself; Zhao Xing had complete confidence that he could kill him!

Removing one Sacred Venerate Realm expert from the Tiance Clan would be enough to offset the loss of losing the first round of individual battles.

With this thought,

Zhao Xing took a step forward and instantly appeared on the arena, his cold gaze falling upon Poseidon and Luo Sen: "Let Fang Qingyun come up and die!"

Luo Sen hurriedly urged, "Fang Tianchi, why aren’t you letting Fang Qingyun come up?"

On the side of the Martial Clan,

a great demon with two half-meter-long spiral horns on his head and eyebrows like blades sneered, "The Tiance Clan indeed knows only how to play little tricks. The Martial Clan has an absolute advantage, so what if they win the first round by exploiting opportunities? The Martial Clan suffers almost no losses, but they will lose a Sacred Venerate Realm expert..."

"They are already at the end of their rope!"

"We should discuss how many moves Elder Zhao Xing needs to kill Fang Qingyun!"

"At most three moves..."

People were discussing it.

Their eyes were full of mockery and ridicule.

However...

To everyone’s surprise, Fang Tianchi stood up and calmly said, "We forfeit this round!"

What?

The Martial Clan experts, who were just full of sarcasm and ridicule, were completely stunned.

Forfeited?

Surrendered without a fight?

"What kind of trick is this?"

"Damn, those sly Tiance Clan, did they just surrender? Do they have no shame?"

The Martial Clan’s experts were outraged.

This round was already given up. They thought at least killing a Fang Qingyun wouldn’t be too bad, but Fang Qingyun just surrendered?

This way...

Other than losing some face, the Tiance Clan didn’t suffer any losses at all!

The most furious was Zhao Xing.

He had already drawn his sword, and now they’re telling him they surrendered?

Furious and frustrated, Zhao Xing cursed angrily: "Fang Tianchi, where’s your pride? Does the Tiance Clan surrender without a fight?"

Fang Tianchi glanced at him calmly and said, "What’s the use of pride? Can you eat it?"

"I, I..."

Zhao Xing was fuming but helpless.

He hadn’t expected that the always proud Tiance Clan, who regarded themselves as a higher race, could let go of their pride and dignity.

Looking at Zhao Xing’s furious expression, Fang Tianchi suddenly felt the blockage in his chest clear, feeling an unprecedented sense of relief!

He couldn’t help but glance at Xiao Yi, who was chatting and laughing with Fang Qingzhu, thinking silently: "Elder Xiao was right, shamelessness is invincible!"

Above the arena,

Luo Sen looked at Poseidon and said, "What should we do about this?"

Poseidon rolled his eyes, his golden hair trembling slightly, as the blue throne formed by seawater beneath him rippled, and he said calmly, showing no trace of emotion, "They’ve already surrendered, what more can you do? Do you insist he comes up to die?"

"Uh..."

Luo Sen was at a loss for words and could only force himself to announce, "In the first round of personal battles, Fang Qingyun of the Tiance Clan surrendered, so the winner is Zhao Xing, the elder of the Martial Clan. Congratulations to the great elder!"

"Congratulations my ass..."

Zhao Xing glared at him fiercely, depressively returned to his seat, and coldly said to Zhao Yu beside him, "Zhao Yu, no matter what method you use, you must kill Fang Tianmiao..."

"Rest assured, great elder, even if I have to die with him, I will take Fang Tianmiao with me!" Zhao Yu said resolutely.

Zhao Xing being tricked made the entire Martial Clan lose face.

As an elder of the Martial Clan, he naturally felt the same.

Zhao Xing nodded, his face darkened: "You Tiance scum, just wait... After I win this bet, I will rip every one of you Tiance Clan members to pieces, never to be reborn..."

Luo Sen said, "In the second match, Zhao Yu from the Martial Clan versus Fang Tianmiao from the Tiance Clan!"

Whoosh!

Zhao Yu leaped onto the arena, his eyes fixed sharply on Fang Tianmiao, taunting, "Fang Tianmiao, are you going to surrender too?"

"Surrender? You think you’re worthy?"

Fang Tianmiao sneered coldly and slowly stood up.

Xiao Yi said calmly, "Once you’re up there, follow the plan!"

"Don’t worry about it!"

Fang Tianmiao nodded, looking at Zhao Yu with a hint of pity in his eyes, he leaped into the center of the arena. The two locked eyes, their gaze practically clashing in the air, sparking blinding flashes of light, with intense fighting spirit exploding in an instant.

Luo Sen gave a command: "Begin!"

"Fang Tianmiao, prepare to die!"

As soon as Zhao Yu made his move, he showed no mercy, his fists like those Ancient Stars, breaking through the air with immense force.

The terrifying power made the surrounding void quake violently.

However...

Faced with Zhao Yu’s aggressive attack.

Fang Tianmiao casually took out an ancient stone mirror.

The moment he saw the stone mirror, Zhao Xing stood up abruptly, shocked, "The Reincarnation Destiny Mirror? Damn your Tiance Clan, you really have no shame, actually bringing out the Clan-defending Holy Weapon?"

Fang Tianchi shrugged indifferently, "You didn’t say we couldn’t use holy weapons!"

"The Reincarnation Destiny Mirror was once Fang Wuming’s life holy weapon. Once trapped inside, even I can’t escape. Not good, Zhao Yu he..."

Zhao Xing’s face darkened as he shouted at Zhao Yu, "Get out of there quickly!"

Unfortunately...

He was still a step too late!

Swoosh!

After the Reincarnation Destiny Mirror recognized Xiao Yi as its master, Xiao Yi could naturally command it to be used by others.

After a flash of radiance.

Zhao Yu disappeared from the stage, trapped inside the Reincarnation Destiny Mirror.

He reappeared on the ancient cycle path.

Zhao Yu looked at the endless, boundless ancient cycle path, bewildered: "..."

Everything was silent around him.

Fang Tianmiao held the Reincarnation Destiny Mirror, squinted his eyes, and provocatively glanced at Zhao Xing, "Elder Zhao Xing, now that Zhao Yu has been absorbed into the Reincarnation Destiny Mirror. Without my permission, he can’t come back. If you surrender this round, I’ll release him; otherwise, continue fighting until he dies in there!"

Poseidon looked at Zhao Xing, "Elder Zhao Xing, does the Martial Clan surrender this round?"

"I, I..."

Zhao Xing’s face turned ashen, originally thinking Zhao Yu could at least take Fang Tianmiao down with him, but the opponent brought out such a cheating holy weapon like the Reincarnation Destiny Mirror.

Just as Fang Tianmiao said...

Either surrender.

Or wait for Zhao Yu to exhaust himself in the Reincarnation Destiny Mirror, and then they’d be declared defeated.

Either way, they’d lose.

If they didn’t surrender, they would lose a Sacred Venerate Realm expert.

With this thought.

Zhao Xing’s face was grim, his teeth clenched, "We surrender this round!"

"Hahaha, Zhao Xing, weren’t you just mocking me for being shameless? How come you’re also surrendering now?" Fang Tianchi sneered in a yin-yang manner.

Fang Qingyun sighed, pretending to be helpless, "Actually, you could have persisted a bit longer!"

"Persist your sister..."

Zhao Xing cursed inwardly, coldly glaring at Fang Tianmiao, "I’ve already surrendered, now release Zhao Yu?"

"Sigh..."

Fang Tianmiao sighed with regret, "If you hadn’t surrendered, I’d have trapped him until he died."

Swoosh!

The Reincarnation Destiny Mirror flashed, and a bewildered, disheveled Zhao Yu appeared on the stage.

He looked around dazed.

In just this moment...

He had already run himself exhausted on the ancient cycle path.

"Grand Elder..." Zhao Yu looked ashamed at Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing waved weakly, "They even brought out the Reincarnation Destiny Mirror, you can’t be blamed for this!" Zhao Xing then looked up at Luo Sen and Poseidon, "I request that both parties be prohibited from using holy weapons..."

"Approved!"

"That’s right!"

Luo Sen and the others replied.

Zhao Xing glanced at Fang Tianchi, just about to speak, Fang Tianchi nodded in agreement, "You’re right, holy weapons shouldn’t be used. I wanted to directly trap Zhao Jin with the Reincarnation Destiny Mirror, but now it seems I can’t use it anymore. I’ll have to go all out, spend some time, and then I’ll manage to kill him..."

Are you even human?

Zhao Xing twitched the corner of his mouth; if Fang Tianchi gave it his all, he could indeed potentially kill Zhao Jin, at least he could severely injure him.

With that thought.

Zhao Xing reluctantly said, "We surrender the third round!"

Wow!

As these words were spoken, the entire Ancient Divine Abyss fell into silence.

"The Martial Clan surrendered again? That’s the second time now, right?"

"Three rounds and they surrendered twice... I thought the Tiance Clan surrendering the first round was disgraceful enough, but it turns out the Martial Clan is the really shameless ones..."

"Embarrassing!"

"Do they still claim to be the first ancient martial clan?"

The mocking taunts pierced Zhao Xing’s back like a thorn, his face dark enough to drip water.

Luo Sen felt as though he had swallowed bitter bile, reluctantly announcing, "The personal matches are over, Tiance Clan won two rounds in a row; the winner of the first round is the Tiance Clan!"

"Hahaha, we took the lead!"

"We’ve won the first battle..."

The formidable members of the Tiance Clan cheered loudly.

In contrast, the Martial Clan was mourning like bereaved mourners.

Zhao Xing’s eyes were chilling, his fists clenched tightly, hatred pouring out, "Laugh away, go on and laugh! Though we’ve only lost one match, we will not lose the next two rounds..."

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