Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 392 Reincarnation Puppet
"Brains are a good thing, too bad you don’t have any!"
Xiao Yi sneered at the Black and White Evildoers.
With their strength, if the two joined forces, Xiao Yi could have defeated them, but it would have cost him some price.
But...
This black-clad female Yama actually chose to use her Sound Wave Martial Technique.
She attempted to suppress Xiao Yi with the most shocking method, thereby demonstrating the majesty of the Unparalleled War King’s Mansion.
What she never anticipated was that Xiao Yi also mastered a Sound Wave Martial Technique, and it was even stronger than her "Phantom Demon Heavenly Sound"—the "Buddhist Six Syllable Mantra", rendering her Phantom Demon Heavenly Sound completely ineffective.
Not only did it have no effect, but it even caused her to suffer a terrifying backlash, turning her into a deaf-mute.
And it was still unknown whether she could ever recover!
At this moment.
With only the white-clad funeral envoy left, Xiao Yi didn’t take him seriously at all.
The funeral envoy’s complexion turned from green to pale, and his anger burned like a roaring flame, raising the temperature around him suddenly. Looking at Xiao Yi, his gaze turned icy cold, and he gnashed his teeth, "Xiao Yi, I will kill you today!"
Hum!
He flicked his feathered fan again.
Riding on the wind, the funeral envoy’s speed was astonishingly fast. In the backdrop of the raging wind, his figure started to blur and split into five silhouettes.
Diving down from five different directions.
With overwhelming momentum and murderous intent.
Facing the fiercely incoming funeral envoy, Xiao Yi remained emotionless, lifting one hand in the air, and pointing forward with one finger.
Using his hand as a sword.
Hum!
A burst of azure Sword Qi surged forth, it was "A Stroke That Surprises the Wind and Rain" from the "Qinglian Sword Song", a stroke as if written by a peerless madman composing a matchless chapter.
Freely flowing, the stroke moved like a dragon snaking through the sky.
That Sword Qi howled towards its target.
Boom!
The void shook violently, and the heavens and earth trembled.
This sword visibly shattered the clouds above the firmament, with a swooshing noise covering the area in front of him in a fan shape.
It caused the gales under the funeral envoy’s feet to explode as well.
The funeral envoy’s figure halted, and without the support of the wild winds, his five silhouettes also dissipated simultaneously. Xiao Yi’s mouth curved slightly, and he softly called out, "Sword, come."
With a clanging sound.
A black longsword abruptly appeared in his palm.
With Xiao Yi’s cultivation at the Eighth Layer of the Tao Tribulation Realm, plus the Wind Thunder Holy Body, the fourth tier of Sword Intent, and the power of the gods augmenting him. Even when faced with an opponent at the Eightfold Dharma Manifestation Realm, he had the confidence to fight.
Confronted with the white-clad funeral envoy alone, he felt no pressure whatsoever.
"Qinglian Reincarnation!"
Xiao Yi’s black longsword exuded Sword Qi that surged and pulsated, its sharp edge fluttering like a lively sprite, dancing gracefully in the air, and transformed into a dazzling azure Sword Lotus.
The Sword Lotus spun endlessly.
One split into two.
Two turned into four...
The number of Sword Lotuses grew more and more, making it seem as if one were amidst a pond of lotus flowers, with those dozens of azure Sword Lotuses enveloping the white-clad funeral envoy.
"Be careful, Lord Funeral Envoy..." Sun Yao’s face dramatically changed.
He had personally crossed hands with Xiao Yi.
He was acutely aware of Xiao Yi’s strength!
Seeing the funeral envoy surrounded by the Sword Lotuses, he immediately grew worried.
However, the funeral envoy sneered, full of pride, "Such trifling skills, you think they can harm my life? Xiao Yi, you’re overestimating yourself too much... Break for me!"
Bursts of white light suddenly appeared around the Funeral Envoy.
These spots of light, like stars in the night sky, were increasing in number, gradually enclosing him in a sphere.
Under the cover of these white lights,
to the left and right of the Funeral Envoy, two figures identical to him appeared.
All three "Funeral Envoys" moved in perfect unison.
It was as if there truly were three Funeral Envoys.
"Xiao, be careful, this is the Funeral Envoy’s unique skill, Reincarnation Puppets," Ning Luo’s face changed drastically as he shouted loudly.
Nalan Qianqiu also looked serious, "Reincarnation Puppets can instantaneously switch his main body with a puppet. Without striking his true body, even if you destroy the puppet, he can immediately bring out a new one. Xiao is in trouble now..."
By his side,
Nangong Shengji’s face lit up with a brilliant smile, previously thwarted by Nalan Qianqiu when he had the best chance to snipe Xiao Yi, which had gnawed at him. Now, he was filled with excitement and said in a strange tone, "Even you and I can barely discern which one is the Funeral Envoy’s true body. Xiao Yi’s combat strength is indeed against the heavens, but his cultivation is ultimately too weak. Nalan Qianqiu, it seems you’ve definitely lost this time!"
"You..."
Nalan Qianqiu’s face darkened as he quietly shifted his position, ready to make a move.
Crack!
A beam of cold light burst forth.
It was a point of pure energy that suddenly landed in front of Nalan Qianqiu. The ground exploded with a bang, and the icy cold wind surged wildly.
Nangong Shengji’s mouth curved slightly upward, with a hint of amused cold sneer, "Not while I’m here, you won’t save him!"
"Nangong Shengji, do you realize what you’re doing? Xiao Yi is the head of the Xiaoshanhe Institute…" Nalan Qianqiu said angrily.
Nangong Shengji shrugged his shoulders, scoffing, "So what? It wasn’t I who killed him, but the Funeral Envoy under War King’s command. If the Emperor wants to punish anyone, he’ll have to find the War King..."
Nalan Qianqiu’s face stiffened.
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With the War King’s influence, would he fear Emperor Qian coming after him?
Watching Nalan Qianqiu’s displeased expression, Nangong Shengji felt a wave of gratification.
These past few days...
He had been suffocated by Xiao Yi and the Treasure Pavilion.
Seeing Xiao Yi about to be executed,
Nalan Qianqiu, helpless, could only watch as Xiao Yi was killed. He felt a burst of spiteful relief and felt supremely refreshed. His venomous gaze fell upon Xiao Yi, "Xiao Yi, this is what happens when you oppose the Nangong Family!"
All of this seemed slow, but in reality, it all happened in an instant.
Xiao Yi’s black longsword whished through one of the Funeral Envoys, but under a puff of white smoke, it was just a puppet. The unconcerned voice of the Funeral Envoy came again, "Hahaha, you’ll never break my Reincarnation Puppets!"
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Amidst the piercing sounds of the air being split,
all three "Funeral Envoys" attacked simultaneously, each wielding a blade that shimmered with cold light, aiming straight for Xiao Yi’s vitals.
These three Funeral Envoys coordinated flawlessly.
And it was even harder to tell which was real!
Confronted with these tangible and intangible attacks, Xiao Yi was also forced to retreat step by step.
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Xiao Yi and the Funeral Envoy’s figures clashed like the wind, now dispersing, now colliding, now exchanging blows...
Their battle became more and more intense.
Clang!
In a burst of resounding firelight,
Xiao Yi’s black longsword fell from the sky, cleaving downward, but it was blocked by the bladed weapons held up by the two ’Funeral Envoys’ on either side.
At the same time,
the one in the center revealed a cold smile, and a gleam of cold light flew from his hand straight toward Xiao Yi’s dantian, "Xiao Yi, go to hell!"
