Live-in Son-in-law

However, these two armored figures had no intention of talking to Qin Yi and simultaneously let out a deafening roar, charging towards Qin Yi.

"Oh, come on..."

Qin Yi exclaimed in shock. How could these two armored figures be so fast? In the blink of an eye, they were in front of him—it was practically instantaneous movement. The broadsword in their hands, carrying a fierce sofa-like energy, slashed towards him.

Qin Yi didn't have time to dodge and could only brace himself.

Bang!

A surging purple light swept out from Qin Yi's body, crashing towards them like a raging tide.

Shhh! Shhh!

However, those two rusty broadswords effortlessly sliced through his tide-like power, as if tearing through a piece of cloth.

Qin Yi was shocked; both his fists struck together, turning into a purple-gold color like they were made of metal, as fist light swept out.

Clang! Clang!

A piercing metallic clash resounded, and Qin Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward, crashing into a steel pillar dozens of meters away, and then thudding heavily to the ground, spewing out another mouthful of blood.

Qin Yi was aghast; the cultivation of these two was too peculiar. Their strikes lacked much momentum but their power was astonishing.

His ten fingers were nearly severed, blood flowing freely, the pain from his fingers connected to his heart making Qin Yi shudder.

"Damn it..."

Qin Yi exclaimed again, darting away like a fish in water.

Bang! Bang!

The place where he had just stood had the floor exploded by the sweeping broadswords.

Purple light flowed around Qin Yi's twin fists, the wounds rapidly healing.

But as he had just gotten up, the two armored figures were already in front of him, leaving Qin Yi shivering. Their speed was simply instantaneous.

"Damn your ancestors."

Qin Yi was completely enraged. With a flash of black light in his hand, a black brick appeared, which he swung directly at one of the armored figures.

Clang!

Sparks flew as the black brick was directly knocked away by the rusty broadsword in the opponent's hand.

Damn it, Qin Yi thought in that moment, he had sworn more profanities in these few moments than he had in all his previous twenty-something years combined.

The black brick's material was unknown, able to break even the claws of a ghost cat, yet the rusty broadsword could strike it without any problem—astonishingly, it didn't even leave a scratch.

Qin Yi unfolded fire wings on his back, moving swiftly as a streak of light, while another broadsword came down, exploding the place where he had just been standing.

Initially, Qin Yi intended to summon the Blood Flood Dragon, but seeing the rusty broadsword that couldn't even be touched by the black brick, he figured the Blood Flood Dragon wouldn't withstand it either. He retrieved the black brick with a wave, ready to throw it out again, but turned around and froze.

Damn it, an armored figure had somehow appeared right behind him, face almost touching his when he turned around, causing Qin Yi's soul to nearly flee in fright.

This guy was so fast it was like he was attached to him.

Bang!

Qin Yi's reflexes were lightning fast, swinging the brick at the opponent's head. Yet, the damaged helmet, after taking a hit, lost not a bit of its rust.

"Bro, I was just joking, really... this is for massage, it doesn't hurt at all, right? How about you hit me once and see?"

Bam!

Qin Yi said, but his hands didn't slow, seizing the chance to strike the opponent's head again.

Yet he almost cried; the indestructible black brick, smashing against the opponent's head, couldn't even knock off a bit of rust.

But Qin Yi drew a sharp breath. He could see the opponent's eyes—what kind of eyes were those? Completely lifeless, without a spark of life, cold and unfeeling like a living dead.

These two aren't human.

Qin Yi's hair stood on end.

But before he could react, a metal-covered hand gripped his neck, lifting him straight up.

Qin Yi's eyes bulged from the pressure, desperately trying to use energy movement to shatter the hand, but it was useless; the opponent seemed immune to his attacks.

Bang bang...!

Qin Yi swung the black brick, pounding blindly at the opponent's face.

Shit, it was completely useless.

"Wind Blade."

Qin Yi formed a seal with one hand, and a fierce wind arose, conjuring wind blades that circled the armored figure.

The wind blades struck the armor with a clanging noise, sparks flew, but they left not a single mark.

The veins on Qin Yi's neck, temples, and forehead bulged as breathing became increasingly difficult.

Chaotic Purple Flames.

Purple flames rose from Qin Yi's palm, seizing the metal arm choking him, attempting to incinerate it. However, he was disappointed; even the origin fire of this world couldn't burn through the armor—a testament to his inadequately low cultivation, unable to unleash the power of the Chaotic Purple Flames.

It's over... I'm done for!

Qin Yi wore a bitter expression, but he wasn't one to give up easily. If he couldn't destroy the armor from the outside, he'd do it from the inside.

With trembling hands, Qin Yi flicked his fingers, sending two purple flames shooting through the only visible eye slits in the helmet.

Roar!

The armored figure let out a muffled roar.

Qin Yi was overjoyed; it worked. He could clearly see the fire burning inside the armor.

But before he could savor it, the armored figure tossed him away like a cannonball. He smashed into a steel pillar as thick as an adult waist, bending it.

Pff!

Qin Yi spat out a large mouthful of blood, falling heavily to the ground, gasping for breath, barely escaping death.

If he could see himself now, he'd be shocked—his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were all bleeding.

Whoosh!

A piercing sound sliced through the air, making Qin Yi roll over in fright. A broadsword slashed into the ground, exploding the floor, and he was thrown up by the blast wave again.

Qin Yi unfolded his fire wings, barely stabilizing his form.

The armored figure that had nearly choked him to death stood unmoving, the broadsword in its hand falling to the ground.

Dead?

Attacking from within really did work.

But there was still one more, and Qin Yi couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

"You think I'm afraid of you?"

Qin Yi was infuriated too. He, Qin Yi, being nearly killed by two living dead—no way could he let that slide.

His hands flew swiftly, forming seals.

On the large ship, purple light danced, instantly forming a vast and majestic star map.

Star Falling Disaster.

The star map soared high, blotting the sky, unimaginably massive, even the people outside, Mo Wuji and others, could see it.

"What is that?" someone exclaimed in surprise.

Mo Wuji was delighted, "It seems Brother Qin is still alive."

"You say this is Qin Yi's doing?" Bai Jingqing said in amazement.

"To my knowledge, Brother Qin has a divine skill that manifests this scene when used."

Inside the cabin, Qin Yi reached out, as if moving pieces on a chessboard. A giant star wavered and then suddenly fell, igniting in mid-air as it transformed into a fiery meteor, crashing down on the armored figure.

But with a boom, the star suddenly exploded, fire waves swept across, sending ripples through the ship's air, like a stone breaking the calmness of a serene water surface.

Qin Yi's eyes went wide—he almost cried... A formation; the entire ship was covered by a formation, and his Star Falling Disaster couldn't break it, proving the formation was of a very high level.