Capítulo 1527: Chapter 1500: Killing You Like Slaughtering a Pig or Dog!
“Were you trying to kill my son? Are you tired of living?”
A voice full of majesty suddenly echoed between the heavens.
An imposing figure appeared out of nowhere, with hands folded behind him, dressed in a python robe, and his black hair cascading like a waterfall down his back.
Each strand of hair fluttered.
As if swept up by a storm.
A pair of eyes merely swept across, and wherever his gaze landed, even the void burst open.
Ahead, it transformed into a massive vortex, inside which thunder and storm intertwined, seemingly threatening to tear this world apart.
This was a super expert of the Seventh Layer of the Saint King Realm.
However.
He was not Wang Jianfeng’s true self.
Merely an avatar of his divine thought!
Even though just an avatar, his combat power could rival a master at the Fifth Layer of the Saint King Realm.
Wang Jianfeng’s gaze was like a torch, and his indifferent eyes fell upon Xiao Yi.
“Father, Yun was killed by this bastard; he still wants to kill me. You must seek justice for me…” Wang Shaojie roared, his face contorted, hysterical.
“Is Xiao Yun dead too?”
Wang Jianfeng sighed lightly, quickly returning to his indifferent demeanor.
A being like him had long been accustomed to life and death.
Although Yun was his confidant, serving him since childhood, what of it? He could cultivate more confidants. With his Saint King Realm Seventh Layer cultivation, he was nearly immortal, as long as the heavens and earth don’t collapse, the sun and moon don’t extinguish, he remains eternal!
But.
What truly angered him was someone daring to lay a hand on his people.
To him…
Anyone under his command was like a dog.
Even more noble than ninety-nine percent of the creatures in this world.
Wang Jianfeng’s body shimmered with a chilling light, raising a finger: “Choose one. Submit, or die!”
Having his father’s backing, Wang Shaojie was extremely proud at this moment.
He straightened his back.
With his hands behind him, he spoke fearlessly: “Kid, you wanted to kill me, didn’t you? Go ahead, make your move! This young master is standing right here. Do you dare? I’ll tell you, Shu Feng and his warrior underlings were all killed on my orders by Yun, and I ordered Wang Hui to whip and humiliate their corpses. You’re furious, aren’t you? But what can you do about it? It’s not like I’m losing any flesh…”
Swoosh!
Xiao Yi exhaled a long breath, ignoring Wang Shaojie’s taunting.
With a status like his.
Wang Shaojie wasn’t qualified to spar with him.
Narrowed eyes focused intently on Wang Jianfeng before him, the leader of the Vermilion Bird Legion, one of the top figures in Jun Shang City.
Xiao Yi spoke solemnly: “Wang Corps Commander, before making a move, I have a question!”
“Oh?”
Wang Jianfeng raised his sword-like brows, “Is this your last request? If so, then ask away!”
Xiao Yi pointed at the mutilated bodies of Shu Feng and others behind him, saying “he” for each one he pointed at, and when the final “he” was uttered, his finger pointed directly at Wang Shaojie: “It was him. For selfish desires, he caused the deaths of all our squad members. According to military law, harming allied comrades is a capital offense. What do you believe your son’s punishment should be?”
“According to the law, he should be sentenced to death!”
Wang Jianfeng calmly replied.
“Father…”
Wang Shaojie’s face slightly changed.
Wang Jianfeng continued: “I speak of sentencing by the law… However, he is my son. Not to mention just killing a few soldiers as insignificant as ants, even if he slaughtered cities and clans, who would dare to convict him?”
Confident.
Tyrannical.
Overbearing.
Wang Shaojie secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a smug smile creeping on his lips, he looked at Xiao Yi and taunted: “You heard what my father said, right? I’m innocent!”
Swoosh!
Xiao Yi nodded, suddenly revealing a relaxed smile, seemingly relieved: “That’s good!”
“Ah?”
Wang Shaojie was taken aback, utterly bewildered.
Weren’t you trying to kill me for revenge?
Why do you seem relieved upon hearing I’m innocent?
Wang Jianfeng also frowned and asked: “What do you mean?”
Xiao Yi shrugged, smiling: “I was considering that you’ve guarded the battlefield for many years, achieving numerous accomplishments, contributing significantly to the Unharmed Heaven Realm. If I killed you, it would be a great loss for the Unharmed Heaven Realm, but seeing that you, as a law enforcer, disregard the law, committing offenses knowingly. Killing you wouldn’t leave me slightest guilt…”
Had Wang Jianfeng been upright and incorruptible, Xiao Yi would hesitate to act.
But since he is equally malicious, disregarding the law.
Killing him poses no moral quandary for Xiao Yi.
However.
These words fell on Wang Jianfeng’s ears like he had heard the funniest joke in the world, he laughed heartily: “Interesting, even if enemies from Blissful Heaven Realm or Longevity Realm come, they’d dare not speak so arrogantly to me. You dare to claim to kill me? Truly amusing!”
“Father, what’s the point in wasting words with him? Just kill him directly. I want to eat his flesh and drink his blood…” Wang Shaojie’s face was cold.
Wang Jianfeng smiled faintly: “Eating flesh and drinking blood is too wasteful. Let me crush his soul, shatter his Primordial Spirit. Then let your Primordial Spirit possess his body, granting you Saint King level combat prowess. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”
“Saint King?”
Wang Shaojie was surprised, looking at Xiao Yi incredulously; he had thought Xiao Yi was merely at the Sacred Venerate Realm, never expecting the opponent to be a Saint King.
Recalling Wang Jianfeng’s previous words.
Having him possess and seize this body, becoming a Saint King.
Wang Shaojie’s eyes lit up, his blood boiling within.
To become a Saint King!
Once he becomes a Saint King, the Wang Family would truly become the first family in Jun Shang City, and his father could further rise to become the supreme leader of the four major legions.
And he…
The dignified Saint King.
With Wang Jianfeng’s help, inheriting the Vermilion Bird Legion wouldn’t be a problem either!
For a moment.
Wang Shaojie’s eyes burned: “Father, quickly act, I want to seize his body, I want to become a Saint King…”
“Haha, my son, just watch from the side!”
Wang Jianfeng laughed heartily, as he stepped forward, with a buzz and dull echo, a circular void portal appeared before him.
Wang Jianfeng’s figure vanished as he retreated.
Xiao Yi, however, remained expressionless, the Qingping Sword slicing out behind him: “Sweep away thousands of troops!”
Swoosh!
The Qingping Sword trembled, a fan-shaped sword silhouette hugging the void, covering a vast area, as it slashed behind him.
Wherever it passed…
The void was cut into two halves.
In that empty, unoccupied void, Wang Jianfeng’s surprised voice suddenly rang out: “Oh? You can actually see through my movement trajectory?”
“Seeing through movement trajectory, what of it?”
Xiao Yi stood holding his sword, slowly turning, staring at the divine thought avatar whose form gradually condensed and appeared, speaking clearly and deliberately, “I will kill you like slaughtering pigs and dogs!”