Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 1455: The Master Manipulator

Qin Yi’s injuries have not healed.

No matter how miraculous his cultivation technique’s healing effect is, it’s impossible to recover instantly as if nothing happened.

His left shoulder was shattered by the Evil Lord’s punch and still cannot move.

However, Qin Yi turned to Jing Wangyou and said coldly, "I admire you, Jing Palace Master."

"In this world, there are not many who aren’t driven by interests."

"Thank you, Jing Palace Master, for your protection. From here on, I’ll handle it myself."

Jing Wangyou’s cultivation is extraordinary and naturally perceives Qin Yi’s weak aura, realizing his injuries have not healed.

"Young Master Qin, there’s no need for formality between us. You’ve saved Wuyan and Xiao Jian; our Netherworld Hall owes you greatly."

"Take your time to heal and recover. Leave Ying Jian to me."

Qin Yi smiled slightly, "Jing Palace Master might not know, but I have a peculiar temper. Whoever dares to bare fangs at me, I destroy them, never relying on others."

"Though my injuries are not healed, it’s enough to kill him."

With the Flood Dragon Spear in hand, Qin Yi pointed it at Ying Jian, eyes sharp and full of battle intent.

"Yin Jian, are you ready?"

Ying Jian’s eyes grew sinister, recognizing Qin Yi deliberately calling him by the wrong name.

"Qin Yi, you are indeed arrogant."

"Even heavily injured, you dare to fight me. I, the Sect Master, am impressed."

As he spoke, sword qi circulated around him.

"You destroyed my Sword Sect’s branch, killed our Second Elder and countless powerful figures; this debt needs settling."

Qin Yi sneered, "You can’t figure it out because your information is too limited."

"Didn’t you know, your Sword Sect’s Great Elder Qingcang also died at my hands?"

"What did you say?"

Ying Jian was shocked, exclaiming in disbelief.

"Is your ear plugged with donkey hair?"

"I said your Sword Sect’s Great Elder, Qingcang, also died at my hands."

Ying Jian’s eyes shrank fiercely, face filled with disbelief.

Jing Wangyou was also shocked, believing Qin Yi’s words.

Unexpected, Qingcang was also killed by Qin Yi.

The Sword Sect truly has a run of bad luck, annoying the wrong person, Qin Yi, this disaster star.

"Impossible, even I don’t know the Great Elder’s whereabouts; how did you kill him?"

Ying Jian cried out in fury.

Qin Yi said calmly, "Believe it or not, telling you this isn’t to make you believe. It’s to tell you that your Sword Sect has provoked the wrong person."

"Boom!"

The Phoenix Battle Armor roared as the Flood Dragon Spear exploded with dazzling red light, revealing fierce battle intent, showing no sign of injury.

Ying Jian’s eyes were wary, wondering if the injury was feigned.

"Ying Jian, isn’t it?"

The Evil Lord suddenly spoke.

Ying Jian looked at him.

The Evil Lord said, "Kill him, his combat power is falling sharply, now is an excellent time to kill him."

"If you kill him for me, I am willing to accept you as a servant, allowing you to follow beside me."

Ying Jian’s old face immediately darkened like a donkey’s whip.

Who is he? The ruler of Southern Middle State, the Sect Master of Sword Sect, a pinnacle expert, standing above thousands. Now someone wants to accept him as a servant, and it sounds like a privilege.

These words are hardly hurtful, but extremely insulting.

Qin Yi and Jing Wangyou were also dumbfounded.

Although Qin Yi said he wanted to destroy Ying Jian, he himself knew without using the Eye of Righteous and Evil, he wasn’t Ying Jian’s match.

Ying Jian is an expert on par with the old slob.

Perhaps the former Evil Lord held such qualifications, rewarding Ying Jian by making him a servant. But now, this behavior is akin to having taken mad dog urine and gone insane.

Qin Yi looked at Ying Jian’s extremely ugly expression, nearly laughing aloud.

If one could endure these words, they could eat feces.

Ying Jian formed a sword technique with his hand, slicing the air.

"Swish!"

A sharp whistling sound shot toward the Evil Lord.

The Evil Lord was horrified, roaring, "You ant, such audacity, actually..."

"Poof!"

Blood splattered, as sword qi pierced through his shoulder forming a bloody hole.

The Evil Lord’s entire body was carried by the terrible power of the sword qi, crashing heavily several tens of meters away.

Since this body isn’t his, the Evil Lord doesn’t feel pain but is completely stunned.

Qin Yi can understand why he’s stunned. First, he didn’t expect Ying Jian to dare make a move against him. Second, he underestimated Ying Jian’s cultivation strength.

"A young junior, daring to speak so wildly, trying to make me acknowledge you as master, aren’t you seeking death?"

Ying Jian’s face filled with a murderous aura, shouting.

"No matter who you are, daring to humiliate the Sect Master, you’re bound to die."

Ying Jian’s fingertips flickered with sword glow, ready to strike.

The Evil Lord roared, "Stop."

Ying Jian coldly watched him.

The Evil Lord said in a deep voice, "Do you know who I am?"

"Damn..." Qin Yi sneered, "Old scoundrel, are you getting senile, brain fossilized? Threatening the dignified Sect Master at this moment, do you think your life is too long?"

Finishing, looking at Ying Jian, "If someone dared to humiliate me this way, they’d have been dismembered long ago."

"Sword Sect folks are really not up to the mark; being treated as servants is one thing, but as charity, that’s something else. If one could endure this, they could eat feces, you’re simply a Ninja Turtle."

Ying Jian’s eyes were icy, murderous intent flashing.

"Qin Yi, I’ll kill him, then kill you."

Qin Yi’s eyes revealed a trace of cunning, looking at the Evil Lord.

"Old scoundrel, you’re no match for him. I have a suggestion, you and I join forces and kill him first."

The Evil Lord was about to speak when Qin Yi interrupted, "I know you don’t want to; you’d surely suspect my motive, right?"

"Then I can only say, you deserve to be killed."

"Do you know why I’m joining forces with you? Because an enemy’s enemy is a friend. Most importantly, you can only die by my hand."

The Evil Lord coldly watched Qin Yi.

Qin Yi shrugged, "We are sworn enemies. If you die at his hands, while I’d be glad, I’d also regret."

"Of course, I’m not necessarily his match either. If he kills you then kills me, wouldn’t we both be pathetic?"

"If you want a joint fight from hell, I have nothing to say."

The Evil Lord slowly stood up, his gaze flickering slightly.

Qin Yi’s words indeed struck his heart’s seam.

"Fine, I’ll agree to join forces with you. Remember, Qin Yi, you can only die by my hand."

Qin Yi laughed, "That’s better! We are enemies; dying by my hand is better than being taken down by this shameless old guy."

Upon finishing, Qin Yi looked at Jing Wangyou, "Jing Palace Master, lend a hand. You and this Yin Jian are also sworn enemies; isn’t it inappropriate to just watch?"

Jing Wangyou was completely stunned; he couldn’t understand how Qin Yi, who previously shouted about taking down Ying Jian alone, had persuaded his enemy to join forces with him.

The most baffled was Ying Jian.

Originally supposed to be a one-on-one with Qin Yi, how suddenly did it turn into one versus three?

Qin Yi and this so-called Evil Lord, neither intimidated him individually, but together, they posed a threat.

But now there’s someone equally matched in cultivation, Jing Wangyou; this is just bullying.