The Great Zhou Dynasty had once witnessed a sensational event.
A young man who married into the royal family and became a noble son-in-law tried to dissolve the marriage due to the restrictions of the royal rules. As a result, he was ordered by the royal authorities to be dismembered!
Such was the fate of a son-in-law.
In the eyes of the Wen family, no matter how outstanding Su Yi might be, he was ultimately just a son-in-law. His destiny was firmly in the hands of the Wen family.
Even if they killed him, no one would blame the Wen family.
Therefore, even though they knew that Su Yi had regained his cultivation, knew that he was valued by Lord Fu Shancheng and favored by Huang Yun Chong, and knew that Miss Yuan from the Yuan family also admired him, Wen Changjing didn't care at all.
This was their family matter!
Wen Changjing didn't believe that figures like Fu Shancheng and Huang Yun Chong would break ties with the Wen family for the sake of Su Yi.
Of course, that would be the worst-case scenario.
Wen Changjing was confident that under such intimidation, a mere seventeen-year-old boy would not be able to withstand the pressure and would obediently accept his conditions.
The atmosphere in the hall became oppressive and grim.
However, Su Yi seemed completely oblivious and sighed, "So, if I don't agree today, you are destined to be relentless?"
"Su Yi, you have experienced success and setbacks in your youth. Now that you have become a warrior again, don't you know how to cherish it? I advise you to bow down quickly and not provoke the clan leader!"
A senior remarked coldly.
Someone sighed, "Young man, remember this: knowing how to bow your head allows you to live longer. If you become arrogant when you achieve success, you will undoubtedly bring harm to yourself."
"Su Yi, what else do you have to be dissatisfied with? Becoming the leader of the guards for the young generation of the Wen family is a great honor. Don't be ignorant of your own good fortune."
Someone sneered.
At this moment, Wen Jueyuan also stood up and sneered, "Su Yi, if you really have the guts, refuse. But I guarantee that you will not be able to leave this ancestral hall intact today!"
He felt proud and extremely satisfied in his heart.
Su Yi swept his gaze over the people around him, and his expression gradually faded, leaving only a hint of indifference in his deep pupils.
He looked at the bamboo staff in his hand, then smiled faintly, saying, "Since Wen Jueyuan speaks like this, I might as well make it clear. As long as the Wen family dares to make a move, blood will flow like a river in this place today."
Although he was smiling, there was no fluctuation in his emotions.
A chill ran through the hearts of the people present.
Wen Changjing was completely enraged and shouted, "Capture this scoundrel and imprison him in the dungeon! He can only be released when he knows how to repent and bow his head again!"
"If he dares to resist, kill him without mercy!"
With a loud sound, a group of armed guards rushed into the hall and surrounded Su Yi.
Each person was cautious and vigilant.
They all knew that the Su Yi before their eyes was no longer the waste he used to be, but a dazzling figure who had once won the first place in the Dragon Gate Competition.
"Young Master, the clan leader has rewarded you with such an important position. Why do you have to refuse? I advise you to surrender and save us the trouble. Otherwise, accidents happen when blades clash, and if you get hurt, it's not our fault."
The leading guard said in a deep voice.
As they spoke, they closed in on Su Yi step by step.
"Give it a try?"
Su Yi's gaze remained indifferent.
"Attack!"
The leading guard's face darkened, no longer hesitating. He and the others launched a fierce assault.
Over ten guards, all elite members of the Wen family, with the weakest possessing cultivation at the Tendon Transformation stage. They attacked with full force, and the hall was filled with dazzling sword lights and shadows, creating a thrilling scene.
Clang!
Su Yi stood still in his original position. The Dust Blade Sword was unsheathed from within the green bamboo staff, emitting a clear and melodious sword chant, as if thirsting for blood.
With a flick of his wrist, the Dust Blade Sword swung, creating a round arc of sword shadows.
In that instant, it seemed as if countless sword lights erupted, piercing towards all directions.
The ethereal and carefree sword technique, without a trace of worldly aura, seemed to be everywhere and unstoppable. It embodied the profound and exquisite charm.
"I have a sword that travels through all directions, reaching the highest heavens and the depths of the underworld!"
This was the magnificent sword technique known as "Traveling Through All Directions."
It derived its meaning from the phrase "the sword travels through all directions, without limits."
In my previous life, when this sword technique was executed, it could traverse endless space and strike down enemies from hundreds of miles away!
At this moment, even though it was just a sword move, when executed by Su Yi, its power far surpassed that of ordinary martial arts.
Clang!
The guard at the forefront was sent flying as his long knife was shaken away. His right wrist shattered, and a streak of sword light pierced his chest, penetrating three inches into his bones, splattering a handful of blood.
He let out a cry of pain and collapsed to the ground.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
At the same time, a dense and harsh collision resounded as the weapons in the hands of the guards were all shaken away.
Their chests were pierced three inches deep by the sword edge, blood splattered, and each figure was sent flying in disarray.
The tables, chairs, and decorations in the hall were shattered, creating a mess on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, over ten guards were severely injured and defeated!
Su Yi, on the other hand, stood still, his clothes tidy and not a hair out of place.
Only on the edge of his sword, there were small blood droplets pouring onto the ground.
Drop by drop, they were glaringly red.
"If you can't even defend against a single sword, don't embarrass yourself in front of me."
Su Yi shook his head.
The guards' expressions were bleak, filled with fear.
Their weapons were all shaken away, and the wounds inflicted by the sword were in the same position. How could they not understand that Su Yi had clearly shown mercy?
If he really wanted to kill them, they would probably already be dead!
Chaos filled the scene.
The prominent figures of the Wen family's complexion changed, angrily shouting:
"You scoundrel, how dare you act so ruthlessly!!"
"Su Yi, you have quite the audacity, thinking of defying the heavens?"
"Do you want to force us to execute you?!!!"
... Wen Changjing, Wen Changqing, and other important figures of the Wen family were all furious, almost unable to believe their own eyes.
No one expected that Su Yi, such a useless son-in-law, would dare to resist!
Even Wen Jueyuan's mouth hung open, his mind blank.
He always believed that Su Yi was just like him, a young person who, despite his youthful vigor, couldn't help but bow his head when faced with threats from those prominent figures.
Who would have thought that a young man like Su Yi would dare to commit violence in the ancestral hall, right in front of all the important figures of the Wen family!
In the entire city of Guangling, which young figure of the younger generation would dare to do such a thing?
It was simply seeking death!
"I didn't kill anyone just now, but if you stubbornly persist, I don't mind killing a few as a warning to others."
Su Yi spoke calmly.
His words infuriated Wen Changjing, his face turning ashen. He shouted sternly, "Changqing, go and capture this scoundrel!"
"I'll take care of it."
Wen Changqing's expression was cold and indifferent as he stepped forward.
In an instant, all eyes focused on Wen Changqing.
Within the entire Wen family, Wen Changqing's cultivation was on par with the family patriarch. He possessed the martial power of the "Meridian Opening" stage in the mid-stage of the Qi Gathering realm.
What did Meridian Opening mean?
It referred to opening the twelve meridians within the body. With each meridian opened, one's martial power would increase.
And Wen Changqing had already opened eight meridians!
Among the Qi Gathering realm experts in the entire city of Guangling, he could be considered top-notch.
Wen Changqing's eyes gleamed with a sharp light as his qi and blood surged like the mighty Yangtze River. His momentum soared, and his robes fluttered in response.
The imposing aura unique to the Qi Gathering realm overwhelmed many in the vicinity, causing their breathing to stagnate, and their expressions to change.
"Uncle, don't be polite with this scoundrel!"
Wen Jueyuan gritted his teeth and shouted.
Wen Changqing nodded, his gaze as sharp as a hawk, fixed on Su Yi.
From his lips, a single sentence was uttered with thunderous force:
"Kneel down, or die!"
The voice echoed through the hall, buzzing in people's ears.
That level of momentum was soul-shaking!
However, Su Yi remained as indifferent as before, except for a faint trace of killing intent in his eyes.
No wasted words.
He walked forward, grasping the Dustblade Sword and casually thrusting it out.
Seeking death!
Many people revealed looks of disdain and contempt. A mere Blood Shifting realm existence dared to make a move against a Qi Gathering realm powerhouse. It was like striking a rock with an egg, no different from courting death.
Wen Changqing let out a cold snort, crossing his hands and raising them.
Eagle Claw Technique!
The Wen family's most top-notch profound-grade martial art, Finger of the Blade, possessed fingers like sharp blades that could tear through swords, rip apart tigers and leopards, and shatter rocks!
When an ordinary martial practitioner was touched by it, their flesh and skin would be torn off, and in severe cases, their entire body would be ripped open. It was truly ruthless and bloody.
Clang!
The Eagle Claw and the sword clashed, sparking flying in all directions.
The Dustblade Sword was firmly grasped, like a snake captured by an eagle's claw.
This scene caused the entire audience to erupt in cheers, amazed by the spectacle.
A trace of disdain appeared at the corner of Wen Changqing's lips.
But in the next moment, the Dustblade Sword suddenly emitted a resounding sword chant, and an immensely terrifying power burst forth from the blade. It was like a bursting flood, shattering Wen Changqing's fingers.
Freed from the restraint, the sword flashed like lightning, thrusting forward with an unstoppable force.
Oh no!
Wen Changqing's face changed drastically. He was about to dodge, but it was already too late. The Dustblade Sword had pierced through his chest, penetrating his flesh, bones, and exiting through his back.
A sword pierced through!
The entire hall fell silent.
Everyone who had just cheered in excitement was now shocked, their eyes wide open, their bodies trembling in disbelief.
"This..."
Wen Changqing also seemed unable to believe it, his eyes widened in disbelief.
In just one sword strike, he had been severely injured by a Blood Shifting realm youth!?
Puff!
Su Yi withdrew his sword, a spray of scorching blood accompanying it. Wen Changqing let out a muffled groan, his figure swaying as he fell to the ground.
This sword had come within two inches of piercing his heart. His injuries were extremely severe, and the pain made Wen Changqing's vision darken. His old face turned pale, and sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall.
"Kneel down or die?"
A faint mockery appeared at the corner of Su Yi's lips. "Your cultivation is pitiful, yet you talk big."
He swept his gaze across the entire hall and said, "Who else wants to test the sharpness of my sword?"
Everyone was horrified, feeling as if they had fallen into an icy abyss. Not a single person dared to meet Su Yi's gaze.
Wen Jueyuan was trembling all over, on the verge of collapse. One of their Wen family's top experts at the Meridian Opening stage in the Qi Gathering realm had been severely wounded by a single sword strike!
It was like a bloody nightmare.
"Su Yi, are you really going to wage a full-scale war against my Wen family?"
The family patriarch, Wen Changjing, took a deep breath, his face turning iron-blue as he questioned sternly.