The Old Man in the Ring Appears, But Still Cannot Change the Outcome—No One Survives!

In the Star Dou Forest.

A group of Xiao Clan members led by Xiao Zhan all knelt on the ground in terror, including Xiao Huo.

"Who exactly are you? Why are you targeting my Xiao Clan?" Xiao Zhan looked at Feng Yu beside him, his face full of fear.

Just a few seconds ago, because Feng Xiao said, "They're too annoying standing there," Feng Yu's eyes flickered, and in an instant, a terrifying pressure forced over twenty people to their knees, all pale-faced and sweating.

"Who are we? Didn't you hear us back at your Xiao Clan? That's right, the Xiao Clan no longer exists."

Hearing Feng Yu's words, Xiao Zhan's mind recalled that apocalyptic scene from moments ago—a massive phantom appeared, then a palm descended directly from the sky, and in the last memory he had, the Xiao Clan had been reduced to rubble.

At that moment, he was terrified to the extreme, but he couldn't understand—did gods really exist in this world? And had the Xiao Clan's actions incurred the wrath of the gods?

"Xiao Zhan, your Xiao Clan has finally gotten what it deserves!"

Suddenly, a voice thick with hatred drew Xiao Zhan's attention. Seeing the intense killing intent in Suo Ying's eyes, Xiao Zhan felt like crying. He truly couldn't figure out how his Xiao Clan had offended these people—or rather, these gods.

At this point, Xiao Zhan had completely lost the arrogance he usually carried as clan leader. His face twisted into an expression uglier than tears as he asked, "How exactly has my Xiao Clan wronged you?"

In response, Suo Ying coldly pulled out his Yama Blade and walked toward him, saying, "Since you don't know, let me remind you. Six years ago, for your own selfish desires, you slaughtered an entire village. Do you remember the name of that village?"

Hearing this, Xiao Zhan's pupils widened in shock. "You're that child who escaped from Suo Village back then!"

Back then, after wiping out Suo Village, when counting the dead, Xiao Zhan had flown into a rage over one person escaping. But since it was just a child who got away, he didn't think much of it afterward. He never expected that when they met again, it would be like this.

"Since you remember, I'll send you on your way. You destroyed my village back then, so today I destroy your Xiao Clan—that's only fair, isn't it?"

At that, Xiao Zhan's face turned ashen with realization, but then, as if struck by a thought, he slammed his head to the ground, kowtowing as he begged, "Please spare my child! The child is innocent. Everything back then was my decision alone!"

But Suo Ying only sneered. "Innocent? Then the children you killed back then—weren't they innocent? Wasn't every single person in that village innocent? And if it weren't for Xiao Huo, would you have ever targeted my Suo Village? Enough talk. Today, not a single member of the Xiao Clan will be spared!"

"I want you to watch your loved ones die before your eyes, to feel that helpless agony!"

With that, Suo Ying strode over, grabbed Xiao Huo by the hair, and dragged him in front of Xiao Zhan. No matter how Xiao Huo struggled, Suo Ying's face remained expressionless. Under Feng Yu's pressure, any resistance was futile—his soul power couldn't be used at all.

"Xiao Zhan, back then you crushed my parents' bodies underfoot. Today, I'll repay you a hundredfold." Raising his blade, Suo Ying aimed it at Xiao Huo's leg.

"No, don't!" Amid Xiao Zhan and Xiao Huo's pleas for mercy, Suo Ying swung down without hesitation.

Squelch!

With the sound of flesh being severed, one of Xiao Huo's legs was cut clean off. The wound was perfectly smooth, but it was instantly blurred by gushing blood. Xiao Huo's heart-wrenching screams rang out, and Xiao Zhan couldn't bear to look.

"Open your eyes wide and watch! I saw you trample my parents' bodies with my own eyes back then. I was in just as much pain as you are now—even more!"

Another swing of the blade, another spray of blood. Another leg. Xiao Huo's wails echoed through the vast Star Dou Forest, making the people behind Xiao Zhan tremble in utter terror.

Watching Suo Ying's frenzied state, Feng Xiao, who had been observing from the side, found it thoroughly satisfying. At the same time, he deeply understood one thing: in this world, only the strong had the right to decide life and death. Beside him, Tina murmured softly, "Serves them right. Evil will be repaid with evil!"

"Let the blood of your Xiao Clan atone for my family and my village."

At this point, Suo Ying no longer intended to torment Xiao Huo. He raised his blade and placed it against Xiao Huo's neck. With just a little force, Xiao Huo would be dead. But just then, the ring on Xiao Huo's finger emitted a faint glow, followed by a weary sigh.

"Sigh... This is karma. Good and evil will eventually be repaid. But some people are still innocent. Young man, you can kill the others, but as for this one—cutting off both his legs is enough."

The next moment, the soul of an old man floated out from Xiao Huo's ring. Seeing this figure, Xiao Huo immediately cried out, "Master, save me!"

Suo Ying froze at the sight, while Feng Xiao revealed a faint smile—he had long known this old man was there.

For a moment, silence fell. Suo Ying turned his gaze to Feng Xiao, waiting for his order.

"Old man, are you sure you want to protect him? Do you know the consequences?"

Looking at the calm Feng Xiao, the old man was somewhat surprised but still spoke confidently. "Young man, leave some leeway, and we may meet again. If you insist on killing him, I don't mind stretching my limbs a little. That little third-level god behind you is no match for me."

Hearing this, Xiao Huo and the others saw a glimmer of hope. But Feng Xiao only laughed at the old man's words.

"Old man, I was planning to spare your life, but your words bore me. Do you think being a first-level god in your lifetime makes you impressive? Forget your current state—even if you were alive, I wouldn't give a damn. Now, take another look at his cultivation."

At Feng Xiao's words, the old man's expression shifted dramatically. When he followed Feng Xiao's gaze back to Feng Yu, he saw that Feng Yu, who had been a mere third-level god, had somehow become a first-level god—even half a step into God King.

"Alright, I've seen enough of this show. Feng Yu, make your move. Wipe him out. I don't like him showing off in front of me."

"Got it."

With a single grab of his hand, Feng Yu seized the old man's soul, which began to compress into a ball as if gripped by an invisible force.

"No, this is impossible!!"

Under the old man's despairing and unwilling cry...

Pop~

A crisp sound rang out. The soul of a once-first-level god was annihilated into nothingness. Xiao Huo's face turned ashen. He couldn't believe that his master, who had told him stories of the God Realm, had died here.

"Done. Suo Ying, kill them all. The show's about over."

Hearing Feng Xiao's words, Suo Ying nodded. Without any unnecessary words, he raised his blade and severed Xiao Huo's neck. Then, one by one, the Xiao Clan members fell, blood flowing like a river, until only Xiao Zhan remained.

Watching his son and clansmen die, Xiao Zhan went mad.

"Haha... hahahahaha..."

Xiao Zhan burst into laughter. His clan destroyed, his son dead before his eyes, his clansmen beheaded—the blows drove him insane.

But Suo Ying only said calmly, "That's exactly how I felt back then."

Without mercy, he raised his blade. Swish—it fell.

The last member of the Xiao Clan, Xiao Zhan, fell. From this world, the Xiao Clan was no more.

At that moment, Suo Ying lifted his head. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes. For some reason, even though he had avenged himself, he felt no joy in his heart. He just stared at the sky, blankly staring at the sky, as if he could see the people he had lost waving and smiling at him.

"Let's go. Give him some time alone."

With that, Feng Xiao led Tina and Feng Yu away. At times like this, Suo Ying just needed to be by himself for a while.