Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 575 - 574: An Empty Grave, Rage Sky-high!

"A dead end!"

Xiao Zhong's body leaned slightly forward, his face twisted into a hideous smile, utterly disregarding Xiao Yi's identity.

In his opinion...

With Xiao Tianjiao's support behind him, he could fear nothing.

Even though Xiao Yi's name had reached his ears over and again these days, in his eyes, Xiao Yi was still not comparable to Xiao Tianjiao.

After all...

In the past decade or so.

Xiao Tianjiao was the true dragon among men, the chosen son of heaven.

And Xiao Yi?

He was the most lowly ant.

Even he could trample on him at will.

This notion had become firmly entrenched in Xiao Zhong's mind.

What he never anticipated was...

that the current Xiao Yi had changed beyond recognition, no longer the youth who could be bullied by them, like ten years ago.

Slap!

A crisp slap suddenly echoed throughout the Xiao Residence, leaving all the members of the Xiao Family dumbfounded.

Xiao Zhong clasped his cheek, his face full of shock, staring at Xiao Yi incredulously. If not for the burning pain on his face, he still couldn't believe that Xiao Yi had actually slapped him.

And...

the slap was so loud.

So painful.

"Motherf**ker..."

Xiao Zhong's eyes turned blood red as he roared like a rampaging lion, "Xiao Yi, you dare hit me? You're f**king seeking death! I am Young Master Tianjiao's pageboy; hitting me is like slapping Young Master Tianjiao's face. When he returns, he will flay you and dismember you, he will kill you, kill..."

Slap!

Before his words finished, Xiao Zhong's voice was interrupted again.

"You son of a bi..."

Slap!

Slap slap slap!

The sound of slaps, like rain on rooftiles, was incessant.

The phantom-like slaps dazzled the onlookers.

After dozens of slaps, Xiao Zhong's face was as swollen as a pig's head, blood dripping from his nose. His body swayed, but the ferocity and hatred in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Bang!

Xiao Yi punched heavily into Xiao Zhong's abdomen, sending him flying back, and just as he was about to leave his reach, Xiao Yi grabbed his hair in the split second before.

And yanked Xiao Zhong back.

Xiao Yi's voice was unnervingly cold, "This punch, because of your betrayal."

Bang!

Another punch.

"This punch is for your treachery seeking glory!"

"This punch, for poisoning my food..."

"This punch..."

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

One punch after another.

With each punch, Xiao Yi's voice grew lower and his killing intent sharper.

Xiao Yi had forgotten how many punches he had thrown; Xiao Zhong was gasping for breath. When Xiao Yi released his grip, Xiao Zhong collapsed to his knees in front of him. His body shook violently, and with a thud, he fell to the ground.

Without any breath left.

"Zhong, my child..."

Xiao Fu's face drastically changed, a look of terror flickering across his features as he scrambled over to Xiao Zhong.

Clinging desperately to Xiao Zhong and confirming he had no life left, Xiao Fu's resentful gaze fixed on Xiao Yi as he bellowed, "Xiao Yi, you dare kill Zhong! I, I'll fight you to the death..."

Whoosh!

Xiao Fu actually embraced Xiao Yi's leg. Knowing he was no match for Xiao Yi.

He chose to self-destruct!

Hum!

Energy surged, gathering at the dantian.

The destructive power of a self-explosion from a seventh-layer Dharma Manifestation Realm expert could severely injure, or even kill, an ordinary Nirvana Realm master.

However...

Xiao Yi merely let out a cold laugh and pointed a finger.

Spurt!

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His energy directly pierced through Xiao Fu's dantian, shattering it thoroughly, dispersing the rampaging energy within. Xiao Fu's breath suddenly faltered, deflating like a punctured ball, slumping to the ground.

His dantian, completely destroyed!

All cultivation, gone.

Not to mention self-destruction!

"You, you, you..." Xiao Fu was dumbfounded, staring blankly at Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi squatted in front of Xiao Fu, his lips curving slightly as he said indifferently, "Xiao Fu, remember what you told my mother deliberately after not bringing me food for half a month, making me pass out from hunger?"

Xiao Fu's pale face suddenly changed, growing even paler.

Xiao Yi's eyes sharpened, recalling his mother's despair and helplessness, his voice deepening, "You told my mother I was trash with no right to live in this world, that my birth was a mistake, and that she would suffer less if she pretended she never had a son like me. Today, I return those words to you. Pretend you never had a son like Xiao Zhong, and naturally, you won't feel as bad!"

"You, you... I, I..."

Xiao Fu's face alternated between ashen and white.

Suddenly...

He violently opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of fresh blood, his body stiffly arching backward as he fell to the ground.

There were no more sounds.

Xiao Yi looked coldly at the corpses of Xiao Fu and his son, took a deep breath, and felt a surge of exhilaration.

Over these years,

during his years of captivity, aside from Xiao Zhengde and Xiao Tianjiao, the ones he hated the most were Xiao Fu and his son, Xiao Zhong. This father and son had kicked him when he was down, using despicable means to humiliate and torment Xiao Yi, which had caused his mother to die of heartbreak—they were indirectly the murderers of his mother.

Xiao Yi's gaze swept over the remaining members of the Xiao Family.

The Xiao Family had originally been just a small local clan. It was because of Xiao Tianjiao that within a short span of a dozen years, it became the Great Qian Dynasty's most sought-after powerhouse.

The clan did not have many members to start with.

The majority of these powerhouses had been recruited later, among whom there were many strangers Xiao Yi had never seen before.

At this moment...

As they faced Xiao Yi's scanning gaze, each one of them lowered their heads, fearing to provoke Xiao Yi's displeasure and be killed along with the others.

Xiao Yi spoke indifferently, "With Xiao Fu dead, who can manage affairs in the house?"

"Xiao... Young Master Xiao Yi, I am the commander of the Xiao Family's guards, I was bestowed the Xiao surname by the head of the house, my name is Xiao Tong..." A middle-aged man in the fifth level of the Dharma Manifestation Realm said as he shakily rose to his feet, his face bearing a hint of flattery.

Xiao Yi glanced at him and nodded, saying, "Xiao Tong, is it? Do you know where my mother is buried?"

"I know..."

Xiao Tong quickly nodded, speaking respectfully, "Please follow me, Young Master Xiao Yi; I will take you to the lady's grave..."

Under the lead of Xiao Tong,

Xiao Yi left the Xiao residence. Both of them flew through the sky and left the imperial capital, with Xiao Tong carefully saying, "The lady is buried in Imperial View Mountain to the west of the city. That place is usually reserved for royal family members to be buried. The head of the house once said that having the lady buried there would make our Xiao Family even more powerful..."

"Imperial View Mountain?"

Xiao Yi squinted, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He remembered that his mother once said that she hoped to be buried at her old home on Jing Mountain after her death.

That was where she grew up.

Yet, Xiao Zhengde, for the so-called benefits of feng shui and the might of the Xiao Family, went against her last wish and buried her in Imperial View Mountain.

Huh!

Xiao Yi exhaled a long breath, his eyes growing colder and more piercing: "Over these years, did Xiao Zhengde and Xiao Tianjiao ever go to worship my mother?"

"This... This..." Xiao Tong broke out in a cold sweat.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes and said, "What 'this' and 'that'? Just tell me, did they or did they not?"

Xiao Tong was startled, his face turned gloomy as he said, "The head of the house went once the first year after the lady passed away, but Young Master Tianjiao said the gravesite was too inauspicious and stopped the worshipping. Over the years, it's only occasionally that some servants are sent there to clean up..."

Boom!

Xiao Yi's entire body shook, his terrifying aura almost causing Xiao Tong to fall from the high sky.

Xiao Yi's eyes turned blood red, and with teeth clenched in fury, he said, "Very well, very well, Xiao Zhengde, Xiao Tianjiao... If there is a single weed on my mother's grave, next time I see you, I will kill you..."

Imperial View Mountain was not far away.

It was a burial site reserved for the royal family and clan, known for its excellent feng shui.

But...

Xiao Zhengde and the others had buried their own here solely for the prosperity of their family, completely disregarding the last wishes of a wife and mother—this was where Xiao Yi's anger stemmed from.

Furthermore,

they hadn't worshipped here for years, deeming it inauspicious.

This made Xiao Yi eager to kill his way up to Tianjian Sect and slaughter Xiao Zhengde.

"Young Master Xiao Yi, the lady's gravesite is just ahead... It was me who came to offer worship and clean the tomb the year before last... So, so..." While Xiao Tong was speaking, his face suddenly turned pale.

Cold sweat covered his body in an instant,

soaking his back.

He trembled all over, nearly collapsing onto the ground.

Xiao Yi frowned slightly and looked in the direction Xiao Tong pointed.

Boom!

Xiao Yi's body shook as if struck by lightning.

He was unable to move his feet anymore.

His face turned ghostly pale in an instant, but his eyes were crazily swirling with bloodlust.

"No..."

With a roar of grief and fury, Xiao Yi rushed towards the gravesite.

What gravesite was there in front of him?

It was just a yellow dirt pit; the gravesite had long been violently dug up, and the broken coffin was scattered all over the place. The tombstone was smashed, and one could barely make out the disjointed characters of "Xiao Family... Lady..."

The grave had been desecrated, leaving only an empty mound.

Xiao Yi picked up pieces of the tombstone from the ground, trying to piece them together, but the tombstone was so terribly shattered that it was impossible to reassemble it completely.

"What in the world happened here?" Xiao Yi, holding the fragmented tombstone, glared furiously at Xiao Tong, his voice roaring with rage.

Xiao Tong was drenched in cold sweat: "I, I, I don't know, everything was still intact when I came two years ago, this, this..."

"Boss, there's a letter here!"

Little Lin suddenly leaped out and found a letter at the ravaged gravesite.

"A letter?"

Xiao Yi was taken aback, opened the envelope, and as he read the contents, his body trembled violently.

Murderous intent erupted from within him.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

A terrifying wave of energy centered around Xiao Yi flattened everything within a hundred yards to the ground.

The letter read—Xiao Yi, you unfilial son, wish to worship your mother? A fool's dream! I have moved your mother's bones to a place you will never find. If you wish to worship her, come beg me! Hahaha...

And the signature was—Xiao Zhengde!

Boom!

The letter in Xiao Yi's hand exploded into flames, as the sky-high killing intent mixed with towering rage. Xiao Yi slowly rose to his feet, his gaze icy as he stared in the direction of Tianjian Sect: "Xiao Zhengde, I will tear you to pieces..."