Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi
Chapter 1276 - 1262: What qualifications do ants have to live in this world?

Chapter 1276: Chapter 1262: What qualifications do ants have to live in this world?

"Kill!"

Xiao Yi could already smell the scent of blood permeating the air.

Even from such a distance, he could smell the stench of blood.

How many living beings must they have slaughtered?

Alongside the message Fang Qingzhu had previously sent him, informing Xiao Yi of the calamity and catastrophe facing countless living beings in the Southern State, linking the two together, Xiao Yi had already deduced that the two hundred billion living beings of Southern State must be in the extreme south.

The overwhelming killing intent almost solidified in essence, as Xiao Yi leapt between heaven and earth, the void trembling behind him with howling gales tearing apart the thick fog, dispersing wildly in all directions.

Master Nantian and others desperately chased behind him, but could only see Xiao Yi’s figure growing more distant.

If it weren’t for the shattering murderous aura that dispersed the fog,

they would have long since lost Xiao Yi’s trail.

As they watched the distance widen, their faces showed horror, "How fast is he really?"

"Speed is secondary; the truly shocking thing is that terrifying killing intent."

"Saint Lord Xiao is truly furious this time!"

"The Daqian Dynasty was solely supported by him, and the people adored him, revering him as a guardian deity."

Master Nantian said gravely, "According to what I know, almost every household in the Daqian Dynasty worships a statue of Xiao Yi. Those are his people, and now two hundred billion of them are suffering trials and slaughter; how could he not be enraged?"

Fang Tianchi, with the Compass glowing above his head, said in a deep voice, "I now actually feel a bit sorry for those daring to lay hands on the Southern State’s people..."

"If it’s not the Changsheng Sect, then so be it, but if it truly is masters from the Changsheng Sect, I fear this time the Changsheng Sect might be erased from the Qingtian Realm!"

As they conversed,

they found Xiao Yi had become a point of cold light, like the Ancient Stars above the sky.

Inaccessible!

"Increase your speed!"

"Perhaps we’ll still get to see Saint Lord Xiao’s heroic deed of slaying those demons..."

They all exerted their full speed, hurrying in the direction Xiao Yi had departed.

......

Xiao Yi’s face was icy cold.

The Qingping Sword lay quietly in his hand, unmoving, not daring even to make a sound.

After all, it was a peak saint weapon refined by Xiao Yi himself.

With its mind connected to Xiao Yi’s.

Naturally, it could feel how furious Xiao Yi was at this moment.

Boom!

The mist in front of Xiao Yi was violently crashed open, like a huge sonic boom of air, fiercely dispersing the mist within ten thousand miles ahead. His eyes finally saw everything happening around the Blood Spirit Lake.

The area, already transformed into a blood-red spirit lake, was filled with a massive whirlpool of surging blood light.

And at the deepest part of that whirlpool...

A black stele with the words "Changsheng" gleaming with immense evil light.

Giving a sensation as if a demon emperor had descended.

The divine aura on the entire stele had weakened to the extreme, covered with hideous cracks, continuously exuding black air filled with the stench of death, slowly escaping from those cracks.

And on the bank of the Blood Spirit Lake...

The leader of the Changsheng Sect was commanding a group of sect followers to continually throw countless Southern State creatures into the Spirit Lake.

The despaired cries and shouts of those innocent living beings resonated, "You devils won’t die a good death, Xiao Zhenguo will surely avenge us..."

"Xiao Zhenguo won’t let you go..."

"Don’t kill my son, please..."

"I don’t want to die..."

"Xiao Zhenguo, where are you?!"

Screams and cries filled with desperation.

It grieved the listeners, moved the watchers to tears.

Yet it couldn’t shake the rock-hard hearts of those exalted Martial Artists above.

The leader of the Changsheng Sect had a grim face, already sensing Xiao Yi getting closer, and roared with blood-red eyes, "Speed up the blood sacrifice, the speed is still too slow... Cut these ants to pieces and throw them in, quickly..."

In an instant.

Sword lights and shadows filled the air, blood light reached the sky.

The sect followers no longer simply threw the living beings into the Spirit Lake but drew their weapons to slay these beings of the Southern State.

In their eyes...

These billions of living beings aren’t kin but merely a bunch of sacrificial offerings.

Even less than animals!

This scene fell into Xiao Yi’s eyes...

In the crowd.

Lin Maotian suddenly saw a Changsheng Sect follower showing mercy to a pleading pregnant woman, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and do it!"

The sect follower looked hesitant, "V-Vice Sect Hierarch, she, she is nine months pregnant, I-I can’t bear to..."

"Useless fool!"

Lin Maotian coldly snorted, slapping him away.

With one hand, he gestured toward the sky.

The pregnant woman was grabbed into his hand through the air, with a single hand around her neck.

The pregnant woman’s face was flushed purple.

Despair filled her plea, "Spare me, My Lord, spare my life, my child is about to be born, I-I am willing to be a sacrifice, but please spare my child, I beg you..."

"What right do ants have to live in this world?"

Lin Maotian sneered.

His palm turned into a sharp blade, ripping open the pregnant woman’s belly with a wet sound, and when he retracted his hand.

His blood-soaked palm was already holding a baby.

The umbilical cord of the baby still attached to the mother.

The pregnant woman wailed in despair, "No, don’t kill my child, don’t..."

As if sensing its mother’s despair.

The baby opened its eyes, emitting cries of "wah wah wah."

"Noisy!"

Lin Maotian coldly snorted, and cold light burst from his palm, instantly killing the pregnant woman!

At the same time, Lin Maotian lifted the baby high with one hand, then smashed it down toward the ground.

Yet at this moment...

A figure sliced through the air, a dark shadow swiftly sweeping past his eyes.

The baby in Lin Maotian’s hand vanished.

The shadow gradually formed into the figure of Xiao Yi, who held the barely breathing baby in one hand, the cold Qingping Sword pressed against Lin Maotian’s throat. With just a thrust, Lin Maotian would be sent to the underworld, into hell.

Gulp!

"Xiao, Xiao Yi?"

Lin Maotian was trembling all over, even his voice quivering, the cold edge of the Qingping Sword transmitting the presence of death, he cried out miserably, "Lord, Lord Xiao, spare, spare my life... this, this was all ordered by the leader..."

"What right do ants have to live in this world?"

Xiao Yi coldly replied.

The Qingping Sword flashed past.

Thud!

Blood sprayed wildly, and a head soared high.

Lin Maotian, dead!

Xiao Yi’s frosty gaze sharply lifted, looking at the Changsheng Sect leader and Siling Feng, articulating each word: "I want you to be buried with them!"