Xiao Xuan, He Actually Killed My Son?

Jia Lie'ao was stunned on the spot.

Looking at the bodies of his five attendants on the ground, his face turned deathly pale.

Two palm strikes.

Just two palm strikes.

Three Dou Zhes and two Dou Shis, all dead.

Jia Lie'ao raised his head and looked at Xiao Xuan.

His eyes were filled with fear.

Xiao Xuan walked toward him.

His pace was neither fast nor slow.

Jia Lie'ao instinctively backed away.

"Xiao Xuan, stop right there."

Xiao Xuan did not stop.

A wave of panic surged through Jia Lie'ao's heart.

He was the eldest young master of the Jia Lie Clan.

He had run rampant in Wutan City for so many years, and no one had ever dared lay a hand on him.

But now, Xiao Xuan was walking toward him.

There was no emotion in those eyes.

As if he were looking at someone already destined to die.

Even Jia Lie'ao's voice trembled.

"Xiao Xuan, I told you to stop."

Xiao Xuan walked up to him.

He threw a punch.

It landed squarely in Jia Lie'ao's stomach.

With a thud, Jia Lie'ao dropped to his knees.

He clutched his stomach, his face pale as death.

Even the acid in his stomach came pouring out.

Xiao Xuan looked at him and kicked out.

Jia Lie'ao's body rolled across the ground several times.

He crashed into a stall before finally stopping.

He struggled to rise and looked at Xiao Xuan.

The fear in his eyes turned into fury.

He was a young master of the Jia Lie Clan.

When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

In front of so many people, he had been beaten to his knees by a piece of trash.

Jia Lie'ao's chest heaved violently.

"Xiao Xuan, just you wait."

"You dared touch me today. My father won't let you off."

"The Jia Lie Clan won't let you off."

"Just wait for death."

Xiao Xuan looked at him.

He had originally planned to stop there.

But now...

Xiao Xuan raised his hand.

He struck out with his palm.

The force of the palm hit Jia Lie'ao in the chest.

Jia Lie'ao's body flew away.

He landed on the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.

He stared wide-eyed at Xiao Xuan.

Then his eyes closed.

He never moved again.

Jia Lie'ao.

Died on the spot.

The remaining Jia Lie Clan guards stared at Jia Lie'ao's corpse.

They were all dumbfounded.

The young master was dead.

The Jia Lie Clan's young master was dead.

Their faces turned deathly pale.

"Xiao Xuan... you actually killed the young master."

One guard pointed at Xiao Xuan, his voice shaking.

Xiao Xuan looked at him.

The guard was so frightened that he took two steps back.

"Just you wait. The clan leader won't let you off."

After saying that, several men lifted Jia Lie'ao's corpse.

They staggered away in a panic.

The surrounding crowd had long since scattered.

Everyone looked at Xiao Xuan, their eyes full of shock.

The eldest young master of the Jia Lie Clan had died just like that.

He had been killed with a single palm strike by the Xiao Clan's Fourth Young Master.

Xiao Xun'er walked over to Xiao Xuan's side.

There was a hint of worry on her face.

"Brother Xiao Xuan, you just killed Jia Lie'ao. The Jia Lie Clan will probably..."

"So what?"

Xiao Xuan replied calmly.

Xiao Xun'er froze for a moment.

Seeing his indifferent expression, she swallowed the words that had reached her lips.

That was right.

Brother Xiao Xuan was a Dou Emperor.

Why would he fear a mere Jia Lie Clan?

Xiao Xun'er murmured to herself inwardly.

Xiao Xuan withdrew his gaze.

"Let's keep looking around."

Xiao Xun'er nodded.

She wrapped her arm around Xiao Xuan's.

The two continued wandering through the Marketplace.

When the people around them saw them, they quickly made way.

No one dared approach.

Jia Lie Clan.

Several guards carried Jia Lie'ao's corpse and rushed through the main gate.

The Jia Lie Clan disciples they encountered along the way all froze when they saw the corpse on the stretcher.

Inside the main hall.

Jia Liebi sat in the seat of honor.

He had just received word that Jia Lie'ao had run into trouble at the Marketplace.

He was about to go out and investigate.

When the doors were pushed open.

Several guards carried Jia Lie'ao's corpse inside.

They set the stretcher on the ground.

Then dropped to their knees with a thud.

"Clan Leader, the young master..."

Jia Liebi looked at Jia Lie'ao's corpse on the stretcher.

His entire body went rigid.

Jia Lie'ao lay on the stretcher, his face deathly pale.

A large patch of blood stained the clothes over his chest.

He had already stopped breathing.

Jia Liebi's hands began to tremble.

He crouched down and reached out to touch Jia Lie'ao's face.

Ice-cold.

His only son.

Was dead.

Jia Liebi's eyes instantly turned red.

He abruptly raised his head and glared at the guards.

"Who did this?"

His voice was terrifyingly low.

"Xiao... Xiao Xuan of the Xiao Clan," one guard said in a trembling voice.

Jia Liebi froze for a moment.

"Xiao Xuan? That good-for-nothing from the Xiao Clan who has Third Stage Dou Qi?"

"It was him."

"Bullshit!" Jia Liebi roared.

"A good-for-nothing with Third Stage Dou Qi could kill Ao'er?"

"What the hell were you all doing?"

The guards knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

"Clan Leader, that Xiao Xuan is not at Third Stage Dou Qi at all," one guard said.

Jia Liebi stared at him.

"He is very likely a Dou Emperor."

Jia Liebi's expression changed.

"What did you say?"

"A Dou Emperor," the guard repeated.

"The young master brought five attendants with him: three Dou Zhes and two Dou Shis."

"Xiao Xuan killed them all with just two palm strikes."

"The young master was also killed by a single palm strike."

Jia Liebi's mind buzzed.

Five killed with two palm strikes.

Three Dou Zhes and two Dou Shis.

Such strength was indeed not something Third Stage Dou Qi could achieve.

It was not even the strength of a Dou Zhe.

Nor a Dou Shi.

But a Dou Emperor?

How was that possible?

How could a sixteen-year-old youth be a Dou Emperor?

Jia Liebi roared inwardly.

"Are you sure he's a Dou Emperor?" Jia Liebi stared at the guard.

"This one... this one isn't sure." The guard lowered his head.

"But everyone at the Marketplace is saying that Xiao Xuan is a Dou Emperor."

"The young master didn't believe it, so he..."

Jia Liebi fell silent.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Xiao Xuan.

The Xiao Clan's Fourth Young Master.

He had been stuck at Third Stage Dou Qi for sixteen years.

Everyone in Wutan City knew he was a good-for-nothing.

But now, he had killed five Dou Zhes and Dou Shis with two palm strikes.

And killed Jia Lie'ao with a single palm strike.

Even so, it was absolutely impossible for him to be a Dou Emperor.

No matter what his strength was.

He had killed Jia Lie'ao.

Killed Jia Liebi's only son.

This grudge had to be avenged.

Jia Liebi rose to his feet.

"Gather all our men."

Several guards looked up at him.

"Clan Head, you mean..."

"We're going to the Xiao Clan," Jia Liebi said coldly.

"Whoever killed my son must pay with his life, no matter how strong he is."

His eyes brimmed with killing intent.

"But Clan Head, if Xiao Xuan really is a Dou Emperor..." one guard said cautiously.

"Bullshit." Jia Liebi cut him off.

"What Dou Emperor expert? He's merely a Dou Shi. My Jia Lie Clan is not to be trifled with either."

"Go. Call everyone here."

"Today, I'll make the Xiao Clan accompany my son to the grave."

The guards did not dare say another word and immediately withdrew.

Jia Liebi stood in the hall, looking at Jia Lie'ao's corpse on the floor.

His fists clenched tightly.

His fingernails dug into his palms.

Blood dripped through the gaps between his fingers.

He felt no pain.

There was only one thought in his heart.

Revenge! Revenge for his son!