Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 393: Sorry, You’re Too Late!
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Transmigration puppets are an extremely bizarre method.
The transitions between one’s main body and the two puppets are continuous, everything completed in the blink of an eye.
Even powerhouses of the same realm fail to catch any clues.
As Xiao Yi attacked the puppets on both sides, the Funeral Envoy’s true body was in the middle, his cold edge stabbing towards Xiao Yi’s vitals. Xiao Yi’s whole body shook, fierce winds battered him, and thunder roared.
Streaks of purple and gold lightning clung to his body, transforming into a suit of purple and gold battle armor.
Clang!
In the ear-splitting noise,
the sharp weapon failed to penetrate Xiao Yi’s defenses, causing the Funeral Envoy’s expression to suddenly change, "Not good!"
No sooner had he spoken,
than Xiao Yi’s palm had already come crashing down from above.
Spurt!
A golden palm descended from the sky, and with a loud bang, the Funeral Envoy was smacked to the ground.
Like a kite with a broken string, he plummeted from the sky.
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Boom!
The entire body slammed into the ground, raising clouds of dust, and amidst a swooshing sound of tearing through the air, Xiao Yi followed closely. In an instant, Xiao Yi also reached the pit where the Funeral Envoy had fallen.
Rumble!
The ground shook as though an earth dragon was turning over.
An immensely powerful energy formed a shockwave, surging up from beneath the ground and splashing a column of dirt straight into the sky. Amidst the flying dust, a white figure over thirty feet tall tore through the layers of sand and shot into the air in an instant.
This fifteen or so feet tall white figure turned out to be the Funeral Envoy.
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Behind him, a white Dharma Manifestation floated in the air, radiating a cold chill, while his snow-white face had a blood-red tongue that was seven or eight feet long, fluttering with the wind.
The Funeral Envoy was on top of the Dharma Manifestation’s head, half of his body merged with the Dharma Manifestation.
The Funeral Envoy’s face was swollen from Xiao Yi’s beating, and his eyes now seethed with a venomous look, fixed on Xiao Yi, "Xiao Yi, you’ve completely enraged me!"
"Boundless Ghost Realm!"
During the Funeral Envoy’s fierce roar,
brilliant white light emanated from him, streams of white energy stretched across the sky, creating a ghastly white world.
This white energy, like the waters of a white lake, rippled, revealing bluish silhouettes one by one amidst the waves—these were unmistakably blue coffins.
"Boundless Ghost Realm?"
"Has the Funeral Envoy gone mad? He dares to use this move within the imperial capital?"
"Damn it, run!"
The white-garbed Funeral Envoy, the controller of the Boundless Ghost Realm.
This was the Funeral Envoy’s strongest move.
It was also the Innate Divine Ability of his Dharma Manifestation.
Within the Great Qian Dynasty, only he could use this Secret Technique. Once the Boundless Ghost Realm was initiated, the area in all directions would turn into a grim ghost realm.
One after another, ancient bronze coffins appeared within the ghost realm.
Clang!
Clang!
Amidst a series of chilling clanging sounds,
the lids of the ancient bronze coffins began to open, some pushed forcefully, some gently shifted, and others shot up... From within these bronze coffins, one after another horrifying figure emerged.
Some had green faces and fierce fangs, some were covered in rotting flesh, and others were just chilling skeletons...
Every gaze that turned towards Xiao Yi carried resentment and coldness, as if looking at the enemy who had killed their father and stolen their wife.
With a ferocious look, the Funeral Envoy sneered, "Xiao Yi, as someone of the Tao Tribulation Realm, you’re the first to force me to use the Boundless Ghost Realm."
Xiao Yi smiled, "I’ve killed more than one in the Dharma Manifestation Realm!"
"Hm?"
The Funeral Envoy’s face darkened as he sneered menacingly, "Want to kill me? Let’s see if you have the ability!" He pointed forward with his right hand, and the ten-foot-tall long-tongued Dharma Manifestation raised its right hand, from within its wide sleeves, a ghastly white skeletal hand reached out, pointing at Xiao Yi.
Roar!
One after another, green-faced and fierce-fanged, terifyingly grotesque ghosts rushed towards Xiao Yi.
As they charged, they brought with them a suffocating shadowy and deathly air.
"A Stroke That Surprises the Wind and Rain!"
Xiao Yi tapped his longsword in the void, every streak of sword light that appeared turned into a shower of blades.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
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The sword rain filled the sky, tearing apart those ghosts one by one.
But the moment they were destroyed,
second and third heads would again pop out from within the bronze coffins...
They were endless, unkillable!
"Hahaha. Xiao Yi, do you really think my Boundless Ghost Realm is that simple? Within the Boundless Ghost Realm, these ghosts are infinite, you cannot kill or eradicate them all..." The Funeral Envoy laughed uproariously to the sky, his face full of ferocious glee.
He slowly raised his hands, clasping them together in front of him, and let out a low roar, "Destroy!"
Roar!
Hundreds of ghosts converged into a black iron torrent, rolling in waves, making one’s scalp tingle and heart despair at a mere glance.
Nangong Yi clenched his fists tightly, excitement on his face, "With such a powerful attack, Xiao Yi is undoubtedly doomed!"
Sun Yao nodded heavily, "This is the fate of those who offend our Battle King Mansion!"
Almost everyone believed that Xiao Yi had no chance of winning.
Yet, even in such a situation...
Xiao Yi still maintained his calm and composure, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up as he gently swung his sword.
Hum!
The sword edge cut through the air.
A circular sword arc formed in front of him, the silver arc gradually dissipating and returning to tranquility. Xiao Yi, gripping a black longsword in one hand, seemed to merge with his blade.
Becoming one!
The man was the sword, and the sword was the man!
"Slash!"
In that moment, the sword in Xiao Yi’s hand appeared to move extremely slowly, yet it was so swift it was beyond human reaction, slicing through the air with supreme speed.
Swish!
This sword seemed utterly ordinary.
Yet its power was astonishingly immense!
Shrrk!
A sound, akin to fabric being torn apart, abruptly filled the air.
There was no storm with Xiao Yi’s sword stroke, no earth-shattering Sword Qi, nor did it summon thunder and fierce winds.
It appeared mundane!
However, its power was unbelievably strong.
It was like the stroke that mysterious expert, practicing amongst the thunderstorm at the Beast Emperor Sea, had unleashed.
Whatever the sword edge passed, everything else was an illusion!
Ssss...
The numerous ghosts, as if made of paper,
burst under the edge of the sword, scattering into dust, vanishing into thin air. Within the Boundless Ghost Realm, the numerous bronze coffins were completely blown apart by Xiao Yi’s sword as well.
The white Boundless Ghost Realm was cleaved in two by this one sword stroke.
The terrifying sword aura didn’t dissipate.
Sput!
Within the cover of the sacred white light, the sword aura plummeted onto the ten-zhang tall Dharma Manifestation. A hysterical scream burst from the Funeral Envoy as the Dharma Manifestation beneath him exploded with a boom.
"No..."
The Funeral Envoy screamed, a torrent of blood spewing forth from his mouth.
His body fell from the sky like a broken kite.
With a bang, it smashed onto the ground.
The Dharma Manifestation completely dissipated.
Swish!
Xiao Yi, following closely behind, soared with his longsword, chopping down towards the Funeral Envoy’s head.
At the same time...
A shout suddenly echoed through heaven and earth, "Spare a life under your sword!"
However,
Xiao Yi remained unmoved, his sword edge sweeping past, and with a thud, the Funeral Envoy’s head was gruesomely severed. Blood spurted out like a fountain, the Funeral Envoy’s body convulsing wildly, then suddenly stretching out, ceasing to struggle.
Xiao Yi stood with his sword beside the headless corpse, his foot resting on the Funeral Envoy’s head that was still glaring in anger and unwillingness. He looked towards the newcomer and spoke indifferently, "Sorry, you’re too late!"
