Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 1453: Life for Life

"Boom!"

A terrifying storm swept across, stirring up a sky full of wild sand.

Two figures were flung back like cannonballs.

The Evil Lord spat blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze venomous.

Qin Yi’s body shivered slightly, also leaving a streak of glaring blood at the corner of his mouth.

Damn it, this old guy is truly terrifying, experienced in battle, making all his dirty tricks useless. Only brute force will do.

The Evil Lord roared in fury, a blood-red radiance erupting around him.

Qin Yi was shrouded in a purple light, his long hair dancing wildly in the wind, his fighting spirit high.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Both charged at each other simultaneously.

Qin Yi threw a punch, the violent force raising blood sand, like an earth dragon shooting toward the Evil Lord.

The Evil Lord raised a palm, blood light sweeping forth.

"Boom!"

In the rolling storm, the two were again hurled aside, coughing up blood and flying backward.

"Kill!"

Qin Yi roared with fury, reckless like a mad demon, completely enraged.

He had to take down the Evil Lord and rid him of the Evil Eye.

The Evil Lord was unwilling to show weakness, seething with rage as Qin Yi, using his own methods, managed to injure him.

Both shot toward each other like lightning once more.

"Boom!"

A straightforward, brutish clash, a desperate struggle to death.

Amidst the sweeping storm, they were both again knocked back by each other’s power, spewing blood.

Fancy techniques were now useless.

Their cultivation levels were comparable. No matter how extravagant the technique, they couldn’t kill each other, only returning to raw basics, brute force against brute force, to see who would falter first.

Qin Yi’s Star Falling Disaster was incomplete. It was his strongest technique, but now useless against the Evil Lord.

The Evil Lord was frustrated, as Qin Yi understood most of his techniques, leaving him no choice but to also clash head-on.

The two were like stubborn oxen, crashing into each other.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

For the umpteenth time, they charged at each other.

"Boom!"

Cultivation crashed against cultivation, Qi waves roiling.

Qin Yi punched the Evil Lord’s chest, a crack sounded, breaking the Evil Lord’s sternum.

The Evil Lord also punched Qin Yi’s chest, bones groaning, a sharp crack echoed.

Both flew backwards like cannonballs once again, the sandy ground beneath them exploding as they charged at each other anew.

"Bang!"

The Evil Lord struck Qin Yi’s abdomen, snapping a row of ribs.

Qin Yi struck the Evil Lord’s chest with a punch, the Evil Lord’s sternum collapsing slightly.

They simultaneously kicked each other’s stomachs, power surging wildly.

Qin Yi spat out blood, thrown sideways.

The Evil Lord was the same, crashing meters away.

Qin Yi clambered up, wiped the blood from his lips, and laughed maniacally, his mouth full of frothy blood, looking ferocious and terrifying.

"Old thief, you’re finished."

With an angry shout, Qin Yi charged over again.

The Evil Lord howled, got up, and charged at Qin Yi.

They instantly clashed again, fists and kicks flying.

No fancy moves, only the most vicious strikes.

Each punch, each kick, aimed to break a few bones of the opponent.

The surrounding Qi Refiners were utterly stunned.

This was a battle of life against life, to see whose life was greater.

"Rip!"

The Evil Lord’s five fingers, like knives, tore a piece of flesh from Qin Yi’s arm.

"Pff!"

Qin Yi refused to be outdone, thrusting five fingers into the Evil Lord’s shoulder, tearing his blood vessels apart.

The Evil Lord had a face full of ferocity, showing no pain.

Qin Yi was trembling all over from the pain, sweat streaming down.

In truth, Qin Yi was at a disadvantage because the Evil Lord’s body was not his own and felt no pain.

The Evil Lord raised a foot, a fierce whip-like kick sweeping towards Qin Yi’s head, mighty and weighty.

Qin Yi leaned back, avoided it, and, rooting his feet, spun like a top around to the Evil Lord’s back.

The Evil Lord tried to turn around, but Qin Yi grabbed his hair.

Qin Yi seized the Evil Lord’s hair with one hand, kicked him in the lower back.

The back arched.

With a push, he flung the Evil Lord out, pulling away a lock of hair, even tearing off some scalp.

The surrounding Qi Refiners were dumbfounded.

Had it not been for a deep-seated grudge, those cultivated to such a degree rarely fought so fiercely, risking their lives.

The higher the cultivation, the more Qi Refiners feared death.

When faced with someone of a lower cultivation, they might kill or pretend to show off.

But faced with an equal, unless there was a blood feud, no one would fight desperately.

After all, reaching this level in cultivation was no easy feat.

Isn’t it better to live? Why fight to the death?

But Qin Yi and the Evil Lord were entirely fighting to see whose life was stronger.

Qin Yi stood up, laughing wildly, his mouth full of bloody froth, looking a bit frightening.

The Evil Lord prepared to rise, but Qin Yi was already upon him, delivering a fierce knee strike, purple light surging.

If this landed, the Evil Lord was sure to end up with broken bones and torn tendons.

The Evil Lord, though dead, his soul lived for an unknown time, rich in battle experience, used the momentum to grab Qin Yi’s leg, blood light bursting forth, flipping Qin Yi onto the ground.

"Bang!"

A heavy fist struck Qin Yi’s shoulder, the bone-cracking sound chilling to the core.

Qin Yi’s shoulder was shattered.

"Kid, fighting me, you’re courting death."

The Evil Lord grinned savagely, a fist hammering down towards Qin Yi’s head.

Qin Yi tilted his head, and the Evil Lord’s fist smashed a pit into the sand, the impact making Qin Yi’s vision black out, his head feeling like it got clubbed.

Qin Yi opened his mouth; the Evil Lord hadn’t withdrawn his arm yet, and Qin Yi bit down viciously.

With a ripping sound, Qin Yi’s ferocity was beyond belief, biting off a chunk of flesh from the Evil Lord’s arm.

The Evil Lord roared in anger, eyes almost popping out, his hands gripping Qin Yi’s throat.

"Die, just die..."

Qin Yi felt his neck bones about to be crushed, his vision going black.

In desperation, he grabbed a handful of blood sand and flung it at the Evil Lord’s face.

The small grains of sand, in Qin Yi’s hands, had immense power, creating small bloody pits on the Evil Lord’s face, like a face full of pockmarks.

But the Evil Lord ignored it, gripping Qin Yi’s throat tightly.

Qin Yi’s body surged with purple light, but the blood vessels on the Evil Lord suppressed him, making it impossible to break free.

Qin Yi’s mind was hazy, in his palm the purple light formed a vortex, a black light flew into his hand.

"Bang!"

Qin Yi swung the black brick, slamming it hard against the Evil Lord’s face.

Blood splattered, bones shattered, that sinister handsome face was instantly a bloody mess, contorted and twisted.

The Evil Lord was flung back by the brick.

"Cough, cough..."

Fresh air rushed into his throat, Qin Yi nearly coughed up his lung.

He greedily gulped in the air.

"Life is worth it," Qin Yi murmured.

He turned his head to look at the Evil Lord, who was struggling to get up.

Qin Yi’s eyes were fierce, flipped over, struggling to get up first, wielding the black brick, staggering, unsteady steps heading towards the Evil Lord.

Both were too heavily injured.

Qin Yi bared his teeth, his teeth stained red with blood, "You’re done."

"Puff!"

Suddenly, a streak of Sword Qi flashed like lightning, piercing through Qin Yi’s calf, blood splattering.