Strike Him Down!!!

Thud!

Xiao Yao'er's corpse crashed stiffly onto the waterlogged long road.

Water and blood splashed in every direction!

Thunder rumbled overhead, and hearts clenched along the road.

"Yao'er!"

The playful, mocking smiles on the faces of the Xiao Clan geniuses froze in an instant.

Their faces turned pale, then purple!

Pale, because the demon-slaying genius with high compatibility had died just like that, gone!

Purple, because rage and frenzy sent their killing intent soaring!

In terms of combat strength, Xiao Yao'er might not have been the strongest genius present, but in terms of status in the clan and future prospects, she was certainly the highest!

For the Xiao Clan to keep its stranglehold on Demon-Slaying Headquarters, the next generation needed more Division Saints!

The only one under fourteen with high compatibility had been bitten to death by the dog before they had even begun to play with it, while the lot of them were 'playing with dogs'!

How were they supposed to answer to the whole clan?

And the dog in their eyes was even challenging all thirty-four of them to come at him together?

At that instant, the eyes of the thirty-four Xiao Clan youths, boys and girls dressed in brocade and carrying themselves with noble bearing, turned scarlet, their towering rage spilling across their faces!

Every one of them stared fiercely and ground their teeth, their gazes locked on Qi Lin.

Clang! Clang!

Amid the crashing thunder and pouring rain, a total of thirty-four divine weapons and sharp blades were drawn!!

Boundless killing intent gathered upon their swords!

As the geniuses' violent True Essence swept out, it formed a forbidden zone right there on the waterlogged road!

"No, no, no..."

Despite his distinguished background and considerable cultivation, Tang Biao could barely breathe now that he was trapped in the middle.

He too was at the Mystic Sea Realm Third Layer!

But eleven people here were at the same realm as him, and another twenty-two were only one layer below him!

More importantly, these Xiao Clan disciples were no cabbages with empty cultivation realms. They were the next generation, nurtured by the Xiao Clan with immense effort, resources, and expense!

They had trained to kill since the age of five. With these chaotic times upon them, their generation's mission was to make the Xiao Clan the overlord of Great Cang!

Not to mention, Qi Lin was a whole realm below him, Tang Biao.

Tap, tap!

The thirty-four Xiao Clan boys and girls said not a word. Cold and ferocious, they approached him and Qi Lin!

Qi Lin flicked the Azure Soul Sword, letting the rain stream down his body as he studied the Xiao Clan disciples with an icy gaze!

He was ready to fight to the death!

Just then, a heart-rending roar louder than thunder shook the entire waterlogged road.

"Out of the way!!"

Hearing it, the Xiao Clan disciples barely hesitated before stepping back and clearing a space.

Rumble!

A middle-aged man dressed in the robes of a Divine Strategy Manor martial instructor crashed into the middle of the crowd.

The ground cracked and heaved where he landed, sending pooled water flying!

Bang!

Xiao Yao'er's corpse bounced straight up, and the middle-aged man caught her in his arms.

He was Xiao Mo, a top martial instructor of the Divine Strategy Manor.

"Yao'er-!!!"

Xiao Mo's eyes nearly burst from their sockets as he looked at the girl in his arms, who could not have been more dead!

Like a giant beast, he was heartbroken.

Thirteen years of painstaking nurturing had come to nothing in an instant!

His status in the Xiao Clan was not particularly high. This daughter with high compatibility had been his family's hope of turning things around.

And now, she had died just like that...

"Hah, hah-"

Xiao Mo panted heavily. His Earth Yang Realm Fifth Level True Essence circled him like a divine golden crow, and the raindrops falling on him evaporated into mist!

Tang Biao was forced to his knees, the flesh all over his body splitting open of its own accord as an even greater fear grew in his heart.

But never in his dreams could he have imagined that he would hear these words from behind him-

"Thirty-five of you surrounding me alone, and you still need your elders watching over you. Your Xiao Clan really is useless."

It was Qi Lin who had spoken.

He leaned against the base of the wall, the flesh all over his body taut. Under the crushing pressure of Earth Yang Realm Fifth Level True Essence, it was as though a mountain rested on him.

But he clung to the wall and did not kneel!

The wall behind him had caved in and cracked apart!

And Xiao Mo was not the only one he saw. Nine figures were still standing atop the Cloud-Watching Tower!

That's right!

Those blocking Qi Lin here were not just this group of talented Xiao Clan disciples...

There were also three punishment masters and seven martial instructors!

They had been up in the Cloud-Watching Tower just now, drinking in celebration while enjoying the sight of the younger generation tormenting dogs.

Who could have known that after just one cup of wine, Xiao Yao'er, the one with the brightest future, would have her head pierced by a sword!

The thing was... the Xiao Clan disciples had not even made a move against Qi Lin yet.

They had still been playing with Tang Biao first!

The younger ones had not expected it, and their elders had expected it even less... This descendant of an evil man from Mystic City had feigned weakness and retreated to the wall to find a chance to kill a future Xiao Clan Division Saint outright!

As the thunder exploded, he had struck decisively with his sword, killing with a single blow and leaving no chance for a word of nonsense.

Ten powerful elders!

Thirty-five talented Xiao Clan disciples!

Their hearts all shattered!

What pained them most now was that even if they tortured Qi Lin beyond all human decency, they had still suffered a tremendous loss.

That was why Qi Lin had seized the initiative and killed Xiao Yao'er first!

"Hahahaha..."

In the pouring rain, the young boy in black actually began to laugh viciously.

"I can die!"

"But for the next hundred years, whenever your Xiao Clan remembers my name, Qi Lin, every last one of you will grind your teeth and have your hearts broken with regret!"

"Kill me!"

"Come on!"

Listening to those mad cries, Tang Biao laboriously turned his head to look at the young boy in black pinned against the wall, watching him laugh with courage that soared to the heavens.

Only at this moment did he truly realize how different this seemingly frail and quiet boy his own age was!

"Shut up!!"

Amid that wild laughter, Xiao Mo held his daughter, his insides twisting together so violently that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

It had been brought on by rage.

Yes, that was right!

No matter how Qi Lin died, the greatest pain of Xiao Mo's life was already here!

His greatest dilemma now was that he had an overwhelming urge to crush Qi Lin into a pulp with one slap, to crush him to death.

But he could not do that.

That would let Qi Lin off too easily!

Far too easily!

Besides, too many people hated this brat!

Boom!

In his anguish, Xiao Mo made a decision.

He raised his head, and a lightning restrictive art suddenly lunged at Qi Lin!

The lightning restrictive art became a net of electricity that fell upon Qi Lin in an instant, slamming him hard against the wall!

The electric net twisted like venomous snakes, binding Qi Lin's limbs and head tight. No matter how hard he struggled, how could the Mystic Sea Realm Second Layer possibly break a restrictive art of the Earth Yang Realm Fifth Level?

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Lightning serpents tore open the flesh on Qi Lin's arms, neck, and legs, charring them black!

The boy's entire body convulsed, blood dripping from his eyes, yet he did not cry out in pain even once.

"A bunch of trash who need your elders to restrain me. What are you putting on this vicious act in front of me for?"

"Nothing but flowers in a greenhouse!"

"Hahaha..."

His laughter was piercing beneath the torrential rain.

"Uncle Mo!" Xiao Xuanxing's face went pale with rage. "Let him go!"

"That's right! Uncle Mo, let him go. I'll fight him to the death!"

Xiao Chen's voice was frenzied.

Calling them flowers in a greenhouse was the greatest insult to so many Xiao Clan disciples.

They had all clawed their way up through a path of blood. How could they endure such humiliation?

"Let him go, Uncle Mo!" Xiao Su'e said sharply.

Tears welled in her eyes. She had grown up with Xiao Yao'er and Xiao Ling'er, and in just two days, both her close friends had died miserable deaths.

"Let him go!"

"Release him!"

Xiao Yunyi, Xiao Leyan, Xiao Mingxi, Xiao Chu, and the others were all at the Mystic Sea Realm Third Layer.

In their minds, Xiao Yao'er had merely been ambushed just now... They were not afraid of Qi Lin at all!

Even if they did not fight him one-on-one, surely they could surround and kill him?

How could they rely on an elder?

"Uncle Mo, let him go!"

All thirty-four Xiao Clan disciples, their eyes bloodshot, roared at Xiao Mo.

Not only did Xiao Mo have to bear the pain of losing his daughter, he now had to wrestle with this decision too!

In the end, he made his choice!

"Don't waste your effort on this wild dog. The angrier you get, the more fired up he gets."

"Don't waste time. Go up now, each of you, and chop off a piece of his flesh!"

"Remember, don't kill him all at once!"

Xiao Mo had no choice.

In his eyes, Qi Lin was a mad dog.

No one else even dared touch the Xiao Clan's disciples, but he dared to kill them, to slaughter them!

Xiao Yao'er was gone, a tremendous loss.

Even if the possibility was very, very small, Xiao Mo, as a middle-ranking member of the Xiao Clan, dared not let another incident like Xiao Yao'er's happen.

Otherwise, he truly feared that even he would be wiped out by the Blood Ancestor!

"Uncle Mo!"

Fire blazed in Xiao Xuanxing's eyes. "Why would we Xiao Clan disciples need to bully others with our power? Release him, and I'll kill him!"

"Xuanxing!"

From atop the Cloud-Watching Tower, Xiao Qian watched everything unfold.

Xiao Yao'er's death had left her heart trembling.

Xiao Yao'er was Xiao Mo's life, but was Xiao Xuanxing any less hers?

Their Xiao Clan had always been overbearing.

They ran roughshod over others, and wherever they went, everyone bowed and scraped.

But now, they had run into someone who did not care about his life!

An old one in Mystic City did not care about his life.

And a young one at the Divine Strategy Manor did not care about his life either!

When the overbearing ran into those who did not care about their lives, Xiao Qian, at least, was afraid... She did not want her thirteen years of painstaking work to vanish just like that too.

So Xiao Qian spoke in an exceptionally stern tone.

"Son, take the lead. Go up there and cut off one of his hands!"

"Mother, I..."

"That's an order!" Frost surged across Xiao Qian's face. "Hurry up. Don't make Mother angry."

Xiao Xuanxing was beside himself with frustration.

But in the end, he swallowed it!

He knew his mother was doing this for his own good.

He was a smart man. He knew that letting a moment's rage rule his head could easily lead to trouble.

So he suppressed his pride.

Clang!

He drew a white longsword and strode toward Qi Lin through the curtain of rain.

Ahead of him, the Mystic City boy bound to the wall by the lightning restrictive art, electric serpents covering his body, looked at Xiao Xuanxing with a scornful gaze and sneered.

He did not say a single word.

But Xiao Xuanxing felt utterly humiliated!

"Hah, hah-"

He breathed heavily, his eyes bloodshot.

"Hurry!"

Xiao Mo shoved Xiao Xuanxing hard and snarled, "Slash! All of you, slash him! One after another, each of you cut off a piece of his flesh! He's only putting on a show right now. Cut into his flesh and he'll still howl like a ghost, weeping and begging for mercy!"

"Slash him!!!"

Xiao Mo cried out as though his heart and lungs were being torn apart, staring fixedly at Qi Lin.

His heart was bleeding in torrents.

After that shove, Xiao Xuanxing finally accepted his elder's arrangement.

"You'll howl. You definitely will!"

Gripping the white longsword, he burst through the curtain of rain and slashed at Qi Lin's left hand!

"I want you to howl!!"

Xiao Xuanxing roared viciously.

"Heh."

Within the lightning prohibition art, Qi Lin's face grew ever more resolute, ever more indifferent.

As Xiao Xuanxing charged at him, he too raised the little finger of his left hand...

No one saw his little finger, burned red-hot!

All thirty-four Xiao Clan disciples were snarling and roaring, "Slash!!!"

But at that very instant-

Boom!!!

A thunderclap exploded, and lightning serpents swallowed the sky.

A figure

stood atop the red wall above Qi Lin's head!!