Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

"A hundred million?"

Ye Heng stared at the stack of silver notes Xiao Yi handed to him, completely flabbergasted.

This was a hundred million taels of silver!

Actual, tangible silver!

Xiao Yi nodded and said, "Go ahead!"

When he saw the blind swordsman, he had a peculiar feeling, an intuition that exists between swordsmen.

Xiao Yi was certain that the blind swordsman must have mastered the power of Sword Intent.

In contrast, the overbearing Liu Meng displayed no hint of blade intent. Even if the blind swordsman's mastery was only the first stage of Sword Intent, he was more than capable of defeating someone at the Third Layer of the Divine Passage Realm!

Xiao Yi's bet of a hundred million taels of silver truly shocked many people.

You have to understand...

Bets starting at a hundred million usually took place in the Earth Character Pavilion or even the Heaven Character Pavilion!

There weren't many inside the Mysterious and Yellow Pavilions who could place a bet of a hundred million taels of silver.

Someone kindly advised, "Brother, betting a hundred million on that blind man is simply throwing your money away! Liu Meng the Overbearing Swordsman has nine consecutive wins. Even facing a master at the Fourth Layer of the Divine Passage Realm, he can easily deal with them!"

"Yeah, you should change your bet while your disciple hasn't placed it yet!"

The crowd urged.

Xiao Yi smiled and replied, "It's fine, it's just a hundred million. If I lose it, then so be it!"

"..."

The crowd exchanged glances, speechless.

To him, a hundred million was nothing!

The crowd's gaze at Xiao Yi carried a tinge of envy, of course, that was also because of Ye Heng's previously demonstrated strength, which prevented them from harboring other thoughts.

Otherwise...

There would likely be many more who would set their sights on him!

It didn't take long for Ye Heng to return, holding the betting slip in hand. He asked, "Master, can that blind swordsman really win?"

Xiao Yi indifferently answered, "In this world, there is no such thing as absolute certainty, the battle will begin shortly!"

Ye Heng instantly closed his mouth.

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Boom!

Two iron gates opened at the same time.

The blind swordsman and Liu Meng the Overbearing Swordsman appeared on the dueling ground, facing each other. The blind swordsman held a long bamboo cane, gently tapping it on the ground as he fumbled forward, his grayish-white eyes moving left and right without focus. In contrast, his opponent Liu Meng wielded a big nine-ring saber, muscles like lead, radiating a domineering presence.

Liu Meng forcefully implanted his nine-ring saber into the ground, opened his arms wide, and repeatedly clapped his hands over his head, calling out loudly, "Cheer, come on!"

"Overbearing Swordsman!"

"Victory to the Overbearing Swordsman!"

Liu Meng laughed heartily, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of being the center of attention. With a tip of his foot, he kicked up the nine-ring saber, grasping the hilt midair with one hand.

Clang, clang, clang!

The rings on the saber collided, producing a series of crisp sounds.

Liu Meng's gaze was ice-cold as he addressed the blind swordsman, "Blind man, you take the first move. I'll let you have ten strikes!"

The blind swordsman cocked his head, his grayish-white eyes wandering aimlessly.

He made no reply.

All that could be seen was his right hand gripping one end of the long bamboo cane, followed by a buzzing sound that resonated sharply. A streak of silver light flashed along the cane and then vanished.

The blind swordsman, leaning on the long bamboo cane, tapped it around and stumbled toward the iron door on the east side.

The crowd was puzzled, "What's going on? Is he forfeiting?"

"The fight hasn't even started, why is he leaving?"

Just as everyone was brimming with confusion, a soft sigh suddenly arose, "He has already won."

All eyes turned in unison towards Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, a sharp light swirling within: "What swift swordplay—just now, in that instant, he actually unleashed nine swords!"

"Nine swords?"

Ye Heng was shocked.

Just then...

In the middle of the dueling arena, Liu Meng suddenly trembled, a speck of blood spurting from his neck followed by fountains of blood gushing forth like geysers, nine jet streams instantly dyeing the ground red.

Bang!

Liu Meng fell into the pool of blood.

Hiss!

A dead silence fell around the dueling arena, which after a brief pause, erupted like a flash flood: "Holy shit! Can someone tell me what the hell just happened? How did Liu Meng die without me seeing anything?"

"Incredible, the Bling Swordsman's sword is just too fast!"

"In that split second, Liu Meng was hit by nine swords, this, this..."

Several strong individuals next to Xiao Yi were shocked by the Blind Swordsman's power, and they also remembered that Xiao Yi had placed a bet of one hundred million silver on the Blind Swordsman; envy appearing on their faces: "Congratulations, the Blind Swordsman was at three-to-one odds, you just made two hundred million with that bet!"

"Brother, who are you planning to bet on in the next match? We'll follow your lead..."

Everyone was excitedly looking at Xiao Yi.

In two consecutive duels, Xiao Yi had accurately predicted the outcome.

Especially in the match with the Blind Swordsman.

When almost everyone was doubting the Blind Swordsman, Xiao Yi resolutely placed a heavy bet of one hundred million silver on him, earning two hundred million silver in one go.

This truly made people envious and at the same time, won their admiration.

They all wanted to follow his bets.

To Xiao Yi, this was of little concern, after all, the Combat Pavilion was backed by Blood Shadow Tower; to carve a slice from the enemy, why not revel in it?

And so...

The third match.

The fourth match.

The fifth match...

Xiao Yi accurately predicted the outcome of nine consecutive matches, his wealth now accumulating to twelve billion. This was despite the odds not being as rare as the three-to-one seen in the Blind Swordsman's match; otherwise, his profits from nine consecutive victories would have far exceeded this number.

Even so, Xiao Yi was quite satisfied.

In just a couple of hours, he had earned what Xiaoshanhe Institute spent in a month.

"Combat Pavilion, indeed a right place to come!" Xiao Yi muttered to himself.

If he were to engage in alchemy and marketing, just gathering the herbs would take a significant amount of time!

Meanwhile...

In the very center of the Combat Pavilion, within an area standing alone, where outsiders were not permitted...

"Pavilion Master, there's a big problem!" A powerful individual from the Combat Pavilion rushed in, frantic, facing a figure in a blood robe.

"What's the issue?"

The figure in the blood robe frowned.

The urgent individual said, "There's a major problem from the Mysterious Character Pavilion's side; a young man has been precisely predicting the outcome of each match. He has now won nine consecutive matches and earned more than ten billion silver."

The figure in the blood robe impatiently responded, "So he won, just ten billion, we can afford to lose that much!"

"It's not that, Pavilion Master..."

The person with a distressed face said, "Now, everyone in the Mysterious Character Pavilion is betting with him, and everyone's making a killing. A rough estimate, in just one or two hours, we've lost over one hundred billion silver."

"What?"

The figure in the blood robe suddenly opened his eyes wide.

One hundred billion silver!

Even if the Combat Pavilion was a goldmine, that's still a substantial amount.

The figure in the blood robe narrowed his eyes, speaking gravely, "Go invite him here... no, I will see him personally. I want to see who is so audacious as to cause trouble in my Combat Pavilion!"