Godly Arrogant Son-in-law

He felt that his deterrence was inferior to this small sword.    

The little sword seemed to have felt Zhou Yi's thoughts and its body started to tremble. From the looks of it, it seemed extremely likely that it was laughing.    

Actually, it wasn't Zhou Yi's exaggeration. Usually, he would sacrifice his sword to launch a sneak attack. Firstly, it was to kill without being visible, and secondly, it was also quick and convenient. Over time, many people found out that Zhou Yi had an extremely dangerous little sword.    

Therefore, when the sword was unleashed, everyone felt Zhou Yi's cultivation recover.    

Just as everyone was horrified by Zhou Yi's sword, the sword had already turned into a cold ray of light and swept across the bodies of those disciples.    

In the blink of an eye, he returned to Zhou Yi and stood in the air beside him.    

Ahh!" the shrieking disciples screamed again.    

Zhou Yi also couldn't help poking his ears.    

The people in the lead had long since woken up from their drinking. When the breeze blew, even the cold sweat on their bodies dried up.    

They didn't expect Zhou Yi to cripple their cultivation right under their noses. That was intolerable!    

The few of them almost bit their teeth to pieces. With seven or eight people leading nearly a hundred people, they were actually tricked by Zhou Yi.    

He didn't look like he had crippled his cultivation, he was clearly a coward.    

"Brothers, we can't come here for nothing today. If tomorrow's news were to spread, I'm afraid we won't have to continue staying here!" One of them grinded his teeth and shouted.    

"If we attack together, we won't be able to kill Zhou Yi!"    

It was unknown who shouted, but he charged towards Zhou Yi.    

The others also started to revolve their auras and charged towards Zhou Yi together with the rest of them.    

Boom! *    

Before the few of them could reach Zhou Yi, a wave of strong Spiritual Force descended from the sky and exploded in front of Zhou Yi and the crowd.    

Everyone was forced back a few steps, but Zhou Yi still stood at the door calmly with his arms crossed.    

However, the small sword floating beside him had disappeared.    

Hearing footsteps coming from behind them, those people turned around and shouted, "Who are you?"    

Not only did the person not answer him, his body even flashed past everyone's bodies. Finally, he appeared beside Zhou Yi and said with an anxious expression, "Brother Zhou, are you alright?"    

Zhou Yiqiang held back his laughter and replied, "No worries!"    

Seeing Zhou Yi act like this, the person finally relaxed his mind. He then turned around and said to the crowd: "I came here to protect Zhou Yi under the order of a feudal lord. If you guys act again in such a tyrannical manner, I can directly attack you regardless of life or death!"    

The last few words of the person who came were so heavy that those people couldn't help but shiver when they heard it.    

"Brother Feng, I haven't seen you in a few days. Your aura is becoming more and more mighty!" Zhou Yi, who was behind him, also joked.    

"Haha …" When Fong Wei heard this, he laughed heartily.    

The boss opposite of him said in a low voice, "This time, the Imperishable Gilded Body has arrived. The rest of us can't even fill the gaps in his teeth!"    

The other one said, "That's right. We should leave first and go back to discuss how we're going to annihilate Mo Qingcheng's company tomorrow!"    

Everyone discussed for a moment, and before Fong Wei could say anything, they had already carried the injured disciple and quickly left the villa area where Zhou Yi's family was.    

Seeing them leave, Zhou Yi couldn't help but shake his head and laugh: "Looks like Brother Feng's deterrence is truly extraordinary!"    

"Don't tease me anymore, hurry up and go in to rest!" With that, Fong Wei pulled Zhou Yi into the room.    

The few of them had just returned to their own company in a sorry state. The higher-ups came down to inform them that they would be working together to assassinate Mo Qingcheng's company in the evening.    

One of them sneered, "Tonight, we will let you know what it means to not dare to provoke someone!"    

The other person also said with a stern face: "This time, we will make sure that he doesn't come back. Then, we will see if he, Zhou Yi, quickly surrender and surrender."    

"That's right, when the time comes, he'll kneel down and apologize to us …"    

"Hahaha …"    

The few of them immediately laughed loudly towards the sky. The feeling of being completely humiliated by Zhou Yi had long since disappeared into the horizon. It was as if they could see the scene of them kneeling down and admitting their wrongs.    

A few of them were laughing happily when a disciple suddenly ran in from outside.    

He rushed in front of his boss in a fluster, stretched out his hand, and was about to whisper something into his ear.    

"Ai!" He pushed the disciple's hand away and pointed to the surrounding bosses: "Do you see that, we're all on the same side. If there's anything you need to say in front of them, don't be afraid!"    

After saying that, he laughed a few more times.    

The disciple glanced at those people with an obscure gaze, and then carefully said: "Reporting to Sect Master, our … our company has gone bankrupt!"    

"What?" Everyone was shocked at the same time and couldn't help but cry out.    

That disciple thought for a moment, then said: "All of the bosses should have problems with their companies, I think a phone call will come soon!"    

Sure enough, not long after he finished speaking, the phone of those few people rang.    

Everyone quickly picked up the phone and their expressions became wonderful.    

On the other side, Wang Chuan had finished the finishing work. He also rushed to the mansion to report to Zhou Yi.    

However, just as he arrived outside the villa, he saw traces of the battle. He was so shocked that he quickly slammed the door and shouted, "Sir, sir, are you alright?"    

"I won't die!" Zhou Yi opened the door helplessly and let Wang Chuan in.    

Wang Chuan's gaze swept over Zhou Yi's body from head to toe before relaxing.    

Zhou Yi personally poured a glass of water for him and said, "What are you afraid of? You're just a bunch of useless trash!"    

Wang Chuan drank all the water before asking with a puzzled expression, "Sir, didn't your cultivation level drop to the Mortal Realm?" "How can this be …"    

Hearing this, Zhou Yi patted Wang Chuan's shoulder and said, "Sometimes, the cultivation level is nothing, not to mention that they are just a bunch of trash!"    

Wang Chuan nodded as if he understood Ye Zichen's words. He noticed that his admiration for Zhou Yi had increased a level.    

In an ancient room, the old man was still doing his best to pour ink into the ink when a figure suddenly barged in from outside. Following that figure was a gentle breeze that blew a corner of the xuan paper in front of the old man's table away.    

"Sorry, I …" The man spoke and was about to kneel to the old man.    

The old man quickly threw the pen to the side and helped the man up. He smiled and said, "Why are knees so worthless? Men all have gold beneath their knees. Don't tell me you're putting soft sand down here?"    

The black robed man scratched his head in embarrassment. Then, he seemed to have thought of something and said seriously: "Not only did Zhou Yi work with Wang Chuan to disrupt the business plans of the various great clans, he also crippled the cultivation of the dedusting cultivators that went to provoke them. Eight of them …"