Fantasy: Forcibly Marry The Saint, Create Immortal Fairy Clan

The headquarters of the Sikong family is located in the Tianyun Domain, far away from the Ye Family's Canglan Domain. One must pass through the Jiuhuang Domain, the Jiuling Domain, and the Heavenly River Domain to get there.

At this moment, Sikong Zhaixing was holding the not-yet-seven-year-old Ye Tianhuang in the void, heading towards the Sikong family.

He couldn't tear open the void to quickly return with Ye Tianhuang because there seemed to be some treasure on Ye Tianhuang's body that he couldn't take away.

Moreover, Ye Tianhuang had not cultivated, and he was afraid that the power of the void would harm him.

His well-behaved grandson had repeatedly instructed him to bring Ye Tianhuang back intact.

Along the way, Sikong Zhaixing looked at Ye Tianhuang with curiosity on his face. "Aren't you afraid?"

Ye Wushang, who still looked like a child, heard this and remained calm and composed. "My father will come to save me. With his temperament, he won't let you off!"

"Your father, Ye Wushang?"

Sikong Zhaixing sneered with a hint of contempt. "Do you think he can save you? He's just a junior in the Grotto-Heaven Realm. He can't even handle the four and a half kings I left in Great Xia. How can he contend with me?"

"Unless he can invite your Ye Family's ancestor, Ye Zhen, no one can save you. But do you think that Ye Zhen ancestor would intervene for you, an illegitimate child? Also, you wouldn't happen to not have the Ye Family genealogy, would you?"

He deliberately used the term "illegitimate child" and mentioned the Ye Family genealogy to provoke Ye Tianhuang.

In his opinion, Ye Tianhuang was too calm and composed, lacking the panic and fear that a child should have. This made him particularly unhappy.

However, Ye Tianhuang completely ignored him.

"You don't understand my father. He alone is enough to deal with you. I believe in him, just as I believe that he won't give up on me!"

"Hmph! Stubborn!"

Seeing Ye Tianhuang like this, Sikong Zhaixing couldn't hold back anymore and a nameless anger surged within him.

He raised his palm and was about to teach him a lesson.

However, at this moment, an extremely shocking sword aura swept through the sky, carrying an astonishing power, and struck him horizontally.

The terrifying sword energy made Sikong Zhaixing's face pale instantly.

He felt as if he had encountered an unprecedented pressure and killing move.

The killing intent contained in this sword, as well as the sudden attack, left Sikong Zhaixing with no time to think.

At this moment, he faced only two choices: either lose an arm or let go of Ye Tianhuang.

At this critical moment, Ye Tianhuang naturally didn't value his own arm.

Without much thought, fearing that Ye Tianhuang would be injured by this sword, he threw him aside and then retreated backwards.

Just at this moment, a figure in black descended from the sky and caught Ye Tianhuang, holding him in their arms.

A familiar scent rushed over, and Ye Tianhuang felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

He looked up and happened to see the concerned eyes of Ye Wushang.

Although he and Ye Wushang had spent little time together, their interactions brought an unprecedented sense of security.

Since childhood, he had grown up listening to his father's legends.

He had always admired and respected his father.

Xia Zixuan's demands on him had always been treated as those of a future heir, especially strict.

And he, unwilling to disappoint his mother's expectations, worked hard to do well himself.

And whenever he was tired, his father would always appear coincidentally, and then sweet-talk his mother, persuading her to give him a few days off.

Every vacation was the happiest time for him.

Because during this time, he could release his true nature and play as he pleased.

Even his mother would change her usual imperial dignity and become a virtuous wife and mother by Ye Wushang's side, speaking to him in a gentle and soft voice.

As for the so-called illegitimate child, Ye Wushang had told him after he could remember that he treated all children equally.

This was not his father deliberately comforting him, because every time someone from the Ye Family came and saw him, they would show extra respect and address him as Young Master, not Crown Prince.

Even the elders of the Ye Family were the same when they saw him, not daring to show any disrespect.

From that moment on, he knew that his father had not lied to him.

When the formation in the palace was broken and Sikong Zhaixing took him away, he was not worried.

In his heart, his father would definitely turn into a great hero and come to rescue him.

As it turned out, he was not wrong. Ye Wushang came and successfully saved him.

At this moment, his heart was filled with joy, and although his stubborn eyes looked aggrieved, he still didn't let tears fall.

"Not bad, kid. You haven't lost face for your old man. From now on, I will be proud of you!"

Ye Wushang looked at this young face and couldn't help but pinch it, saying with great satisfaction.

He didn't even expect that Ye Tianhang, at such a young age, could remain so calm and composed under such heavy pressure.

Truly worthy of being a template for the Heavenly Emperor of the Wilderness, he felt satisfied but also a hint of heartache.

"Ye Wushang!"

At this moment, Sikong Zhaixing also recognized Ye Wushang's identity and spoke with a shocked voice.

He didn't expect that Ye Wushang could be so terrifying, to the point where his knife made him feel suffocated.

At this moment, a strange fear arose in his heart.

It seemed that with the appearance of this young man, he was about to be judged by some mysterious ancient existence.

This feeling made him particularly uncomfortable.

He wanted to leave, but the majesty of the king made him stop in his tracks.

If he were to face a junior in the Grotto-Heaven Realm, he would leave in fear. Not only would his Dao heart be damaged, but he would also become a laughingstock in the circle of kings.

He coldly looked at Ye Wushang, as if trying to see through this mysterious man in black.

As for his thoughts, Ye Wushang had no way of knowing.

At this moment, his gaze fell on his son.

It must be said that he was very satisfied with this son.

"Father, I knew you would come to save me!" Ye Tianhuang happily spoke, his bright eyes shining.

Seeing this, Ye Wushang became even more satisfied. He held Ye Tianhuang and looked towards Sikong Zhaixing.

"It was this old dog who took you away. Tell father, how do you want to punish him? Father can fulfill your wishes!"

Looking at Sikong Zhaixing, Ye Tianhuang's eyes were clear, but he uttered a shocking word.

"Kill!"

After saying that, he stared fiercely at the other party and said, "Father, it's this old dog who broke your formation and insulted mother as a concubine. After saying that I am a son of a concubine, I want you to kill this old dog!"

"Good! I will fulfill your wishes!" Ye Wushang held Ye Tianhuang and nodded without hesitation.

"Outrageous!"

Hearing the father and son calling him an old dog and saying they wanted to kill him, even Sikong Zhaixing couldn't bear it at this moment.

His heart was filled with anger, and his eyebrows were furrowed in fury as he glared at the two of them.

"Ye Wushang, do you really think you are so strong? Dare to speak so shamelessly in front of a King. Die!"

After saying that, he soared into the air, a ruler appeared in his hand, carrying a powerful attack, and struck towards Ye Wushang.

The wrath of a King, imposing and unyielding, brooked no provocation.

When Sikong Zhaixing made his move, he fully displayed the majesty of an unparalleled King.

Boom!

An immense aura erupted, the ruler carrying a vast divine might, directly facing the father and son.

Feeling the terrifying pressure coming towards him, Ye Tianhuang was worried, but because of Ye Wushang, he still tried to make himself calm and composed...

This performance made Ye Wushang particularly satisfied.

"Brat, pay attention. In the face of absolute strength, nothing is impossible in this world. Watch how I cut down this old dog with three slashes!"

After saying that, he held Ye Tianhuang in his left hand and raised Zhan Yue in his right hand, and the sword fell.

The eighth layer of knife intent swept across the sky, shaking the entire earth, rippling for thousands of miles.

A tens of thousands zhang long blade light refracted, containing a rolling momentum of the blade path, and struck forward.

Boom~!

The ultimate blade light shattered the heavens and the abyss. Wherever it passed, everything was shattered.

The powerful blade light directly shattered the full force attack of a king in front of Ye Tianhuang's admiring eyes.

Ye Tianhuang's eyes were almost filled with stars.

He had always known that Ye Wushang was very strong. The legends circulating throughout Great Xia were all about him.

But when he saw it with his own eyes, he couldn't help but be shocked.

With the cultivation of the Grotto-Heaven Realm, being evenly matched or even gaining the upper hand against a king, throughout history, only his father had achieved this!

"Brat, watch closely, the second slash!"

Without any hesitation, Ye Wushang soared into the air, Zhan Yue roaring as it met the empty space, and then fell from the sky.

In an instant, the clear sky turned dark. In the blink of an eye, within a radius of a hundred thousand li, only an invincible blade light roared, carrying a rolling blade might, and fell towards Sikong Zhaixing.

Sikong Zhaixing's expression suddenly changed drastically. This slash unexpectedly gave him an unprecedented sense of crisis.

He didn't dare to be negligent, his qi soared to the sky, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

"Break for me!"

With a resolute aura, Sikong Zhaixing raised the giant ruler in his hands and aimed to unleash his most lethal move.

The two moves almost met in an instant.

Boom~~!

The entire sky trembled violently, rippling.

In the center of the battle, a figure was sent flying backwards, moving so fast that it created friction in the air.

Thud~!

The body fell to the ground, creating a massive crater.

Sikong Zhaixing's hair was disheveled, his face bruised, and his eyes were filled with defeat. He looked tattered and devoid of any trace of the aura of a king, like a beggar.

At this moment, he lay on the ground, his eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

He couldn't believe that he was so pathetic, defeated by a 2.3 Grotto-Heaven Realm expert.

His eyes were filled with fear, dread, and endless regret.

For the first time, he felt a murderous intent towards the younger generation of his own family, who had made him incredibly proud and proud.

He never expected to provoke such a terrifying enemy.

However, Ye Wushang wouldn't give him the chance to think or regret.

He still held Ye Tianhuang in his arms, the long knife in his hand broke through the blockade of the Shattering Void and struck down from above.

"Die!" Ye Wushang's voice was extremely cold as it descended.

"Ah!" Sikong Zhaixing's heart was filled with fear, and he was even scared out of his wits, screaming in shock.

Just then, from behind, several terrifying thunderous sounds suddenly came, each sound containing boundless majesty.

"Stop!"

"Ye Wushang, if you dare to kill me, you won't leave here today!"

"Outrageous! Who gave you the audacity to kill someone from the Sikong family!"

Hearing these voices, Sikong Zhaixing's eyes suddenly filled with a glimmer of hope.

He recognized them, these were the kings of their family.

They sensed the battle here and came to rescue him.

"Save me~~!"

He exerted all his strength and directly pleaded for help.

Unfortunately, the response he received was a terrifying flash of the knife, overwhelming him.

"Ah~~! I refuse to accept this!"