Chapter 77

In the Great Zhou, there was once an incident that shook the world.

A young man who had married into the royal family and become a prince consort could no longer bear the constraints of the royal rules and tried to dissolve the marriage. As a result, he was directly sentenced to be torn apart by five horses by a high-ranking royal figure!

This was the fate of those who married into the family.

In the eyes of the Wen family, no matter how outstanding Su Yi was now, he was ultimately just a son-in-law of their Wen family, and his fate was firmly in their hands.

Even if they killed him, no one would blame the Wen family.

Therefore, even though they knew that Su Yi had recovered his cultivation, that he was favored by Fu Shan and Huang Yunchong, and that the young lady of the Yuan family also admired him, Wen Changjing did not care at all.

This was their family matter!

Wen Changjing did not believe that figures like Fu Shan and Huang Yunchong would break ties with the Wen family just for Su Yi.

Of course, this was the worst-case scenario.

Wen Changjing was confident that under such intimidation, a mere seventeen-year-old youth would not be able to withstand such pressure and would obediently accept his conditions.

The atmosphere in the grand hall was oppressive and grim.

Su Yi, however, seemed completely unaware, and instead sighed deeply, "So, if I don't agree today, you will never let me off, right?"

"Su Yi, you once achieved success at a young age, and you also fell into a low point. Now that you have finally become a martial artist again, don't you know to cherish it? I advise you to lower your head quickly and not anger the patriarch!" an old man said coldly.

Someone sighed, "Young man, remember this: knowing when to lower your head allows you to live longer. If you become arrogant when you achieve success, you will surely ruin your own life."

"Su Yi, what more do you want? To become the leader of the young generation's guards in our Wen family is a great honor. Don't be ungrateful," someone sneered.

At this moment, Wen Jueyuan also stood up and said with a cold laugh, "Su Yi, if you really have the guts to refuse, I can guarantee that you will not leave this ancestral hall intact today!"

He was very pleased and felt extremely satisfied.

However, Su Yi's gaze swept over the crowd, and his expression gradually turned cold. His deep eyes were filled with indifference.

He looked at the bamboo cane in his hand and then smiled slightly, "Since you, Wen Jueyuan, say so, I might as well be clear. If your Wen family dares to make a move, there will be bloodshed here today."

Although he was smiling, there was no emotional fluctuation.

Everyone felt a chill.

Wen Changjing was thoroughly enraged and shouted, "Bring this scoundrel down and imprison him in the dungeon! Release him only when he knows to lower his head and repent!"

"If he resists, kill him without hesitation!"

With a rustle, a group of guards armed with swords and sabers rushed into the grand hall, surrounding Su Yi.

Each of them was alert and cautious.

They all knew that the Su Yi before them was no longer the former cripple but a brilliant figure who had once won the top title in the Dragon Gate Competition.

"Son-in-law, the patriarch has already bestowed such an important position on you. Why do you insist on refusing? I advise you to surrender and not make things too difficult for us. Otherwise, if you get hurt, don't blame us," the lead guard said sternly.

As he spoke, they gradually closed in on Su Yi.

"Shall we try?"

Su Yi's eyes were calm.

"Attack!"

The lead guard's face darkened, and without hesitation, he and the others launched a fierce assault.

More than ten guards, all elite members of the Wen family, with the weakest having reached the Tendon Strengthening stage, attacked with all their might. The hall was filled with the flashing of swords and sabers, a breathtaking sight.

Clang!

Su Yi stood still, and the Dust Edge Sword emerged from the bamboo cane, emitting a clear and resonant sword cry, as if yearning for blood.

With a flick of his wrist, the Dust Edge Sword formed a perfect circular sword shadow.

In that instant, countless sword lights seemed to appear, piercing in all directions.

It was ethereal and free, without a trace of violence, yet it had a profound and pervasive aura.

I have a sword that travels ten directions, reaching the heavens and the underworld!

This is the "Traveling Ten Directions" of the Great Joyful Sword.

It means "the sword travels ten directions, reaching everywhere."

In his previous life, this sword could pierce through endless space and kill enemies from a distance of hundreds of miles!

Now, although it was just a sword technique, when performed by Su Yi, its power was far beyond that of ordinary martial arts.

Clang!

The long sword of the guard who charged forward was knocked away, his right wrist shattered, and a sword light pierced his chest, penetrating three inches into the bone, splattering blood.

He screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

At the same time, the sound of intense collisions echoed, and the weapons of the guards were all knocked away.

Their chests were all pierced three inches deep by the sword, blood splattering, and they were all thrown back in various directions.

The tables and chairs in the grand hall, as well as the decorations, were shattered, leaving a mess on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten guards were severely injured and defeated!

Looking at Su Yi, he stood still, his clothes clean, and he was unharmed.

Only the tip of his sword had a few drops of blood dripping to the ground.

Drip, drip, drip, the blood was bright red and striking.

"Unable to block even one sword, don't embarrass yourself in front of me."

Su Yi shook his head.

The guards looked pale and were filled with fear.

Their weapons were all knocked away, and the wounds they received were in the same place. They knew that Su Yi had clearly held back.

If he had really wanted to kill them, they would all be dead by now!

The scene was in chaos.

The important figures of the Wen family all changed color and shouted in anger:

"Scoundrel, how dare you be so violent!!"

"Su Yi, you have such audacity, do you want to rebel?"

"Are you forcing us to kill you!!"

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Wen Changjing, Wen Changqing, and the other important figures were all enraged, almost unable to believe their eyes.

No one had expected that a son-in-law like Su Yi would dare to resist!

Even Wen Jueyuan was wide-eyed and stunned.

He had always thought that Su Yi, like him, was a young man. Even if he was hot-blooded, he would have no choice but to lower his head in the face of the threats from the important figures.

Who would have thought that a young man like Su Yi would dare to attack in the ancestral hall, in front of all the important figures of the Wen family!

In the entire Guangling City, which young figure would dare to do such a thing?

It was simply courting death!

"I didn't kill anyone just now. If you continue to be stubborn, I don't mind killing a few, just to set an example."

Su Yi spoke calmly.

His words made Wen Changjing's face turn ashen, and he shouted, "Changqing, take this scoundrel down!"

"Leave it to me."

Wen Changqing's expression was cold, and he stepped forward.

Instantly, all eyes were on Wen Changqing.

In the entire Wen family, Wen Changqing's cultivation was on par with the patriarch, possessing the power of the Qi Gathering stage, the "Opening the Meridians" level.

What is "Opening the Meridians"?

It means unblocking the twelve main meridians in the body. Each time a meridian is unblocked, one's martial power increases.

Wen Changqing had already unblocked eight meridians!

Among the Qi Gathering stage figures in the entire Guangling City, he was considered top-notch.

Wen Changqing's eyes gleamed, and his qi and blood surged like a great river, his aura rising. His clothes fluttered in the wind.

The aura of a Qi Gathering stage existence pressed down on many present, making them gasp for breath and feel awe.

"Uncle, don't be lenient with this scoundrel!"

Wen Jueyuan gritted his teeth and shouted.

Wen Changqing nodded, his gaze sharp like an eagle, looking at Su Yi.

He spoke softly:

"Kneel, or die!"

His voice was like a thunderclap, shaking the grand hall and making people's ears ring.

The aura was so overwhelming that it shook the soul!

Su Yi remained calm, but a hint of killing intent appeared in his eyes.

Without a word, he stepped forward, holding the Dust Edge Sword, and casually thrust it out.

Courting death!

Many people looked at him with disdain and contempt. A Blood Circulation stage existence daring to attack a Qi Gathering stage expert was no different from hitting a stone with an egg, courting death.

Wen Changqing sneered and raised his hands.

Eagle Claw!

The most advanced Medium-grade Profound Martial Art of the Wen family, with sharp claws that could split swords, tear tigers, and shatter rocks!

If an ordinary martial artist was touched, they would at least lose a piece of flesh, and in severe cases, their body would be torn apart. It was indeed fierce, ruthless, and bloody.

Clang!

The eagle claw and the sword tip collided, sparks flying.

The Dust Edge Sword was firmly clamped, like a snake caught by an eagle.

This scene made the crowd cheer and marvel.

A hint of disdain appeared on Wen Changqing's lips.

But in the next instant, the Dust Edge Sword emitted a loud sword cry, and a terrifying force erupted, like a flood breaking through a dam, shattering Wen Changqing's fingers.

The sword, now free, shot forward like a bolt of lightning, sweeping away everything in its path.

Not good!

Wen Changqing's face changed drastically. Just as he was about to dodge, it was too late. The Dust Edge Sword had already pierced through his chest, breaking through his skin and bones, and emerging from his back.

One sword, through and through!

The entire hall fell silent.

Everyone who had just been cheering was now stunned, their eyes wide, and their bodies trembling.

"This..."

Wen Changqing's eyes were wide open in disbelief.

One sword, and he, a Qi Gathering stage expert, was severely injured by a Blood Circulation stage youth!?

Puff!

Su Yi pulled the sword out, a stream of hot blood following. Wen Changqing grunted, his body swaying, and he fell to the ground.

The sword had missed his heart by just two inches, and the wound was extremely severe, causing Wen Changqing's vision to blur, his face to turn pale, and sweat to pour down his forehead.

"Kneel, or die?"

A hint of mockery appeared on Su Yi's lips, "Your cultivation is poor, but your mouth is big."

He scanned the hall and said, "Who else wants to try my sword?"

Everyone was chilled to the bone, as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and no one dared to meet Su Yi's gaze.

Wen Jueyuan was trembling like a sieve, on the verge of breaking down.

A Qi Gathering stage expert, one of the top figures in the Wen family, had been severely injured by one sword!

This was like a bloody nightmare.

"Su Yi, do you really want to wage war against the Wen family?"

The patriarch, Wen Changjing, took a deep breath and asked sternly, his face ashen.

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