Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

The entire Combat Pavilion was protected by a formation.

Each of the four sub-pavilions had its own Protective Formation, capable of withstanding a clash from warriors at the Peak of the Tao Tribulation Realm, so there was no need to worry about damaging the Combat Pavilion or endangering innocent bystanders or the audience in the stands.

Despite it being morning...

There were still many people inside the Combat Pavilion.

In the circular duel arena, iron gates on the east and west sides respectively opened slowly, and two figures emerged from within.

The person from the east was extremely muscular, with a blood-red tiger tattoo on his chest, and his cultivation had reached the Third Layer of the Divine Passage Realm.

He was the Tiger King!

On the west was Azure Dragon, wearing a black mask and wielding a Green Cloud Coiling Dragon Spear, his cultivation also at the Third Layer of the Divine Passage Realm.

If one were to look solely at cultivation, the two men were evenly matched.

"Tiger King, snap that lad's neck, I've placed a wager of five million heavyweight on you!"

"Azure Dragon, kill the Tiger King..."

"Kill him!"

Shouts and roars echoed above the duel arena.

Inside the duel arena.

Azure Dragon and Tiger King both let out furious roars and charged at each other with murderous intent. Killing the other would allow them to gain a certain percentage of the wagered chips. Given the reputation of Tiger King and Azure Dragon, this battle attracted stakes that started from at least one billion, and even one ten-thousandth of that was a hundred thousand silver.

The Tiger King had immense strength and was poor; his fighting style was fierce and dominant.

He continuously suppressed Azure Dragon.

Gaining the upper hand.

Those who had placed bets on Tiger King were all yelling excitedly at the top of their lungs.

As for those who had wagered on Azure Dragon, they clenched their fists tightly with foreheads dripping with cold sweat.

Xiao Yi watched for a while but soon found it rather dull, and turning to Ye Heng beside him, he asked, "Who do you think will win?"

Ye Heng was taken aback for a moment and furrowed his brows, saying, "Master, I think it should be Azure Dragon!"

"Oh?"

Xiao Yi raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Why?"

Ye Heng rested his chin on his hand and spoke in a deep voice, "Although it looks like Azure Dragon is at a disadvantage and is being completely suppressed by Tiger King, I see that Azure Dragon's battle does not show any hint of panic. On the contrary, it seems as if he is deliberately putting himself in an unfavorable position... It feels like he's digging a pit, waiting for Tiger King to jump in!"

"Your little brat's hair hasn't even grown fully, what do you know?"

"Didn't you see Tiger King completely suppressing Azure Dragon? When narrow paths meet, the brave wins, and the winner will definitely be Tiger King!"

A few people beside Ye Heng mocked him with their remarks.

Ye Heng's brow furrowed deeper, and just as he was about to speak, a wave of shocked gasps cascaded down from the stands like rolling waves, "What just happened? How did Tiger King die?"

"What?"

"Tiger King is dead?"

"That's impossible... My money... I bet my wife and daughter's dowry and just lost it like that, how am I supposed to redeem my wife and daughter now..."

All those who had placed bets on Tiger King were collectively stunned.

Just a moment ago, Tiger King was completely dominating Azure Dragon, yet suddenly, he was dead?

Several warriors seated next to Xiao Yi and Ye Heng had bloodshot eyes; their gazes fixed dead on the two, infuriatedly roaring, "Dammit, it must be you two jinxed bastards. Before you opened your mouths, Tiger King was completely suppressing Azure Dragon, but as soon as you say Tiger King's going to lose, he dies. You two, compensate us for our losses!"

"I bet five hundred thousand silver on him, you have to compensate us!"

"I staked a million silver..."

Facing a crowd of people with fierce gazes fixed on them, Xiao Yi and Ye Heng exchanged a glance, speechless.

Were they supposed to take the blame for this, too?

Xiao Yi touched his nose, and said playfully, "This isn't fun! Are you blaming us for your wrong bets?"

"Go to hell, are you compensating or not?"

"If not, watch your backs trying to leave this Combat Pavilion!" The five men across from them bore malicious expressions as they glared at Xiao Yi and Ye Heng.

The five had already encircled them.

Their fists clenched, making crackling noises.

Ye Heng looked to Xiao Yi, "Master, what should we do?"

"Mix it up!"

Xiao Yi rolled his eyes and said, "If anyone dares to make a move, break their arms and legs and throw them out!"

Having said that.

He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as if nothing concerned him.

Ye Heng stood by his side like a statue.

The surrounding spectators all drew back a distance, watching them with interest; such conflicts were very common in the Combat Pavilion and no longer surprising: "That youngster is unlucky, to have provoked those five gambling addicts."

"I remember last time there was a bald guy who just because he sat next to them, and when these five guys lost money, they blamed that bald guy for bad luck and beat him to death!"

"Young man, you might as well compensate them with the money! It's not worth losing your life over money!"

Faced with the crowd's advice, Ye Heng smiled and said, "Thank you all for your concern, but five flies are no trouble at all!"

"This brat actually dares to call us flies?"

The five men exchanged glances and said ferociously, "Damn it, kill him!"

Whoosh!

The five men charged at once.

Bang bang bang!

After a series of muffled sounds of fists meeting flesh, calm was restored.

It was all over in the space of three breaths.

The crowd: "..."

They saw the five fierce men already scattered on the floor, with broken hands or feet, completely incapacitated.

Ye Heng searched the men and took out five purses, counted the silver notes inside, and said speechlessly, "Five grown men together have only a hundred thousand silvers? You're really too poor, aren't you?"

The five men rolled their eyes together and passed out: "..."

Rustle rustle!

The guards of the Combat Pavilion arrived one after another, carrying the five men away without even asking about the cause and effect.

The Combat Pavilion does not prohibit fighting between guests.

For any damages caused, pay tenfold compensation!

If you don't pay?

Throw them directly into the dueling arena, let them out when they've made enough money, and if they die, just throw them onto the pauper's grave.

After this disturbance, it became much quieter around Xiao Yi.

At that moment...

A girl in a red dress appeared in the center of the dueling arena, her delicate voice echoing in the Combat Pavilion: "The next duel will be between the newcomer, Blind Swordsman, with cultivation in the First Layer of the Divine Passage Realm. The other is Liu Meng with a broadsword, at the Third Layer of the Divine Passage Realm."

Clang!

Clang!

Two iron gates opened.

The man from the east was the tyrannical Liu Meng, with eyes like lightning and a burly figure, holding a nine-ring saber, exuding an impressive aura.

The swordsman from the west was thin and wore ragged clothes; his eyes were hollow, revealing he was blind.

"Eh?"

Xiao Yi suddenly opened his eyes, looking towards the direction of the Blind Swordsman.

The Blind Swordsman seemed to sense something, his hollow gaze wandering before it landed in the direction of Xiao Yi. His grey and white eyes moved around, then he lowered his head once more, a deathly stillness emanating from him, as if his life was nearing its end.

The iron gates were open for about a hundred breaths before closing again, and the girl in the red dress announced loudly: "You all have half an incense stick's time to place your bets!"

"Do we even need to choose? It's obviously free money for us, with Liu Meng suspected to be a disciple of the Kuangdao Sect and with a higher cultivation than the other; of course, I choose him!"

"The odds for Liu Meng are 1.5 to 1, while the Blind Swordsman is 3 to 1; clearly, even the Combat Pavilion thinks Liu Meng has a higher chance of winning!"

"Look at that Blind Swordsman, scrawny and blind, no way he could win..."

Ye Heng looked at Xiao Yi: "Master, which side should we bet on?"

Xiao Yi exhaled a deep breath and said, "Blind Swordsman!"

"Okay!"

Ye Heng nodded, then asked, "How much?"

Xiao Yi squinted his eyes and said solemnly, "One billion!"