Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 1013 1013: Defeat You Within Three Moves

Mo Qingyun's gaze grew even colder, his entire body emanating a chill, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet abruptly.
Mo Fushui and the other elders felt a chill in their hearts; the ancestor was angry.
Qin Yi, however, appeared indifferent. It's not that he disrespects elders, he simply disrespects a scumbag like Mo Qingyun.
A man who can betray even a woman certainly has questionable character.
Mo Qingyun said coldly, "Qin Yi, get out of the Mo Family."
"You go ahead and get out first, let me see, set an example." Qin Yi said disdainfully, "Old scumbag, you'd better obediently come with me. Don't force me to make a move. If you weren't somewhat useful, I wouldn't even bother looking at you, acting like you're important."
"How dare you!" Mo Qingyun was furious.
"Stop barking nonsense there. I'm just asking you one question, will you come with me or not?"
Mo Qingyun's gaze was icy, "So arrogant and domineering, do you really think no one can handle you?"
"Handle me? If I let an old scumbag like you handle me, I wouldn't have the face to show myself. Since you're unwilling to come with me, that's much simpler."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yi shot forward like a stream of light, aggressively lunging at Mo Qingyun, raising his fist to strike.
"Old scumbag, I've long wanted to beat you up."
Violent purple fist light swept like a tide, covering a radius of dozens of meters. The terrifying power of the fist light twisted the area within hundreds of meters.
Mo Fushui and the others turned pale with fright, hurriedly retreating.
When immortals fight, mortals suffer. They definitely didn't want to become collateral damage.
Mo Qingyun's old face turned somber, raising a hand, a cold longsword appeared in his grip. He urged Sword Qi to spread, crazily swirling around him.
He knew about Qin Yi, who had eradicated several hidden families, a ruthless man he dared not take lightly.
One sword strike fell, and countless Sword Qi gathered into a river of swords, stabbing towards Qin Yi like a wild dragon.
"Boom boom...!"
One after another, Sword Qi was shattered by the fist light, terrifying storms continuously swept through the air, causing the surrounding mountains to quake with a deafening roar.
Mo Fushui and the others turned ashen, the mere aftermath of the explosion made their blood churn, prompting them to retreat further.
"Boom!"
The storm diffused wildly, rippling like rolling clouds spreading outwards, distorting the void into an unrecognizable state.
Qin Yi sneered, "Looks like this old scumbag has some skills."
Qin Yi reached out, grabbing the Flood Dragon Spear. Urged, the spear erupted with brilliant purple light.
"Old scumbag, if I can't take you down in three moves, I'll turn and leave."
"Whoosh!"
Qin Yi lunged at Mo Qingyun, man and spear becoming one, swift as lightning, arriving in front of Mo Qingyun in a flash, the spear with violent purple ripples whipped towards Mo Qingyun.
Mo Qingyun snorted coldly, "Arrogant."
To dare claim taking him down in three moves was rather conceited. Mo Qingyun was irate, the longsword in his hand exploded with dazzling sword light, directly cleaving towards the spear.
"Clang!"
The clash of two sharp weapons produced a piercing sound of metallic clanging, causing Mo Fushui and the others in the distance to grimace with pain, quickly covering their ears, feeling as though their eardrums would be pierced by the collision sound.
Sparks scattered, Qi surged violently, and both figures were knocked flying.
Qin Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, Mo Qingyun's cultivation was nearly breaking through to the Unification Middle Stage. No wonder he was so confident.
Mo Qingyun remained expressionless, yet a trace of gravity appeared in his eyes. Just now, he felt Qin Yi's formidable power firsthand. Though he tried to endure, his arm trembled, the skin of his palm cracked, and cracks appeared in the longsword in his hand.
This wasn't a divine weapon, just an ordinary longsword.
Cultivation at their level means anything could be used as a weapon, whether it was a divine weapon became irrelevant. Unless it was a Holy Artifact or Immortal Artifact, those might still be of use to them.
"One move." Qin Yi said indifferently.
Mo Qingyun's eyes were icy as he looked at Qin Yi, "Although your cultivation is impressive, claiming you can take me down in three moves is too much wishful thinking."
Qin Yi laughed; by saying this, Mo Qingyun subconsciously realized he wasn't his match, showing his momentum to be weak at the start.
"Don't rush, there are two moves left. I said, if I can't take you down in three moves, I'll immediately turn and leave. But I never make empty boasts."
As he finished speaking, Qin Yi's body surged with purple light, like a purple war god, lunging at Mo Qingyun.
The spear shone, lightning-fast as it stabbed toward Mo Qingyun's chest.
Mo Qingyun's longsword slashed through the air, although only one slash was made, it unleashed a hundred Sword Qi, overlapping layers, tearing even the void.
"Pft!"
The spear was directly shredded by the Sword Qi, Qin Yi was also shredded into pieces by the hundred Sword Qi.
Mo Qingyun suddenly froze, finding it hard to believe Qin Yi had been slain by him like that?
Suddenly, his back grew cold, his hair standing on end.
"Bang!"
Even though he reacted swiftly and hurriedly dashed forward, it was too late.
Something slammed viciously at the back of his head, almost exploding it. The pain assaulted his body like a tidal wave, making his vision go dark, convulsing.
Mo Qingyun couldn't hold onto the sword, dropping it from midair. His whole body rolled and flew out, completing a parabola before plummeting down, "bang," into the ground, creating a large pit.
Lying in the pit, Mo Qingyun convulsed all over.
Mo Fushui and the others almost wet themselves, they hadn't expected their ancestor of the Mo Family to end up in such a state after just two moves by Qin Yi. They wanted to help but dared not.
Qin Yi descended from midair, arriving in front of Mo Qingyun, looking down on him, "Old scumbag, how does it feel? Now you realize you're a waste, don't you? I won't bother using the third move."
Mo Qingyun's vision was darkened by pain, but he glared at Qin Yi in anger, protesting, "Shameful!"
"Old scumbag, you looking for a beating, aren't you? Admit defeat already, truly embarrassing, losing and still putting on airs. If it weren't for old Mo's sake, you wouldn't even have a chance to talk, you'd be in hell already."
"If it hadn't been a sneak attack, I would..."
"Shut up! Your old age lived in vain? What's a sneak attack, this is called Divine Skills. Why didn't you sneak attack, even if you wanted, you don't have the ability. Lost me, quit whining, what nonsense is this?"
Qin Yi interrupted Mo Qingyun unceremoniously, full of contempt.
"Old scumbag, I prepared a third move for you. If you have the guts to stand up, I'll show you, let you realize in no time that you're trash."
Mo Qingyun almost coughed up old blood in anger.
"Seeing you bumbling like this makes me angry, because you're trash, dragging old Mo down. If you weren't named Mo, I'd have killed you already."
As Qin Yi spoke, he stepped forward, crouched down, and slapped Mo Qingyun, knocking him unconscious.
"Go get me something to eat and drink, for the sake of your Family Head's happiness, exhausting me like his old man." Qin Yi turned, shouting at Mo Fushui.