Slaughter Them All! Terrifying Indeed!

The Third Elder's eyes nearly erupted with flames of fury when he saw Xiao Yan appear.

"You are Xiao Yan?"

Xiao Yan did not answer; he withdrew his gaze from Xiao Zhan and looked toward the Third Elder.

"The people of the Misty Cloud Sect certainly have guts."

The Third Elder let out a cold snort. "You dare to be this arrogant after killing our people? Get him!"

Five Dou Ling disciples lunged at Xiao Yan simultaneously.

The Third Elder did not remain idle either; his figure flickered as he attacked from the side.

Six against one.

Lying on the ground, Xiao Zhan's expression changed drastically as he witnessed this scene. "Yan'er, watch out!"

The several elders also held their breath.

With six experts attacking at once, including a Dou King, it was impossible for Xiao Yan to block them, no matter how strong he was, right?

But the next second, everyone was stunned.

Xiao Yan raised his hand and struck out with a palm; the two Dou Ling disciples in the lead were sent flying backward instantly, crashing to the ground lifeless.

The remaining three turned pale and tried to retreat.

Xiao Yan flickered, striking one down with each palm.

Bang, bang, bang.

After three dull thuds, all three Dou Ling disciples collapsed.

Only then did the Third Elder's palm strike arrive.

Xiao Yan did not even look, striking back with a palm of his own.

As the two palms collided, the Third Elder felt a massive force surge through him, sending his entire body flying backward.

The Third Elder spat out a mouthful of blood as he crashed to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but a sharp, intense pain radiated from his chest.

Several of the Third Elder's ribs were broken.

He looked at Xiao Yan, his eyes filled with terror.

Five Dou Ling disciples were dead, and he, a Dou King expert, could not even withstand a single move.

Just what was this Xiao Yan's true strength?

An unprecedented fear welled up in the Third Elder's heart; he wanted to flee.

But just as the Third Elder moved, Xiao Yan was already standing over him.

Xiao Yan stepped down on the Third Elder's wrist.

Crack. The sound of bone snapping echoed.

"Ah!"

The Third Elder let out a miserable scream.

Xiao Yan looked down at the Third Elder, his face devoid of any expression.

"You stepped on my father's face?"

The Third Elder was trembling all over from the pain, unable to utter a single word.

Xiao Yan lifted his foot and stepped onto the Third Elder's face, grinding it down with force.

"This kick is returned on behalf of my father."

The Third Elder's face was pressed into the dirt, his mouth filled with blood.

"You, you cannot kill me..." the Third Elder stammered. "I am the Third Elder of the Misty Cloud Sect. If you kill me, the Misty Cloud Sect will not let you off."

Xiao Yan looked down at the Third Elder. "The Misty Cloud Sect? Is it not enough that you have already lost two elders? Do you want to lose a few more?"

The Third Elder shuddered.

"After the Fourth Elder died," Xiao Yan said indifferently, "I decided I would kill the remaining elders one by one."

The Third Elder's eyes widened. "You... you dare..."

"Watch and see if I dare."

As soon as Xiao Yan finished speaking, he struck down with a palm, and the Third Elder's body stiffened, ceasing all movement.

The courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

The several elders stood rooted to the spot, their mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time.

The First Elder looked at the corpses on the ground, his legs trembling.

The Second Elder's face was deathly pale, and he could not utter a single word.

The Third Elder's eyes remained wide open; he could not believe what he had just witnessed.

Six experts—one Dou King and five Dou Lings—were all dead, killed by Xiao Yan without even a chance to resist.

Xiao Zhan climbed up from the ground, his eyes filled with shock as he looked at Xiao Yan.

Xiao Zhan knew Xiao Yan was strong, but he had not expected him to be strong to this degree.

The Third Elder was a Dou King expert, and with five Dou Lings, they could not even withstand a single move from Xiao Yan.

Xiao Xun'er stood to the side, a flash of surprise also crossing her eyes.

Brother Xiao Yan's strength was even greater than she had anticipated.

Xiao Yan turned around and walked in front of Xiao Zhan.

"Father, are you alright?"

Xiao Zhan shook his head, "I'm fine, just some minor injuries."

"Your face..." Xiao Yan looked at the footprint on Xiao Zhan's face, a chill flashing through his eyes.

"It's nothing," Xiao Zhan said, "just superficial wounds."

The several elders only just regained their senses at this moment.

The First Elder stepped forward and looked at Xiao Yan, his lips moving slightly.

"Xiao Yan, you... what exactly is your strength?"

Xiao Yan glanced at the First Elder and said nothing.

The First Elder shut his mouth sheepishly, not daring to ask again.

The Second Elder and Third Elder exchanged a look, both seeing fear in the other's eyes.

This Xiao Yan was too terrifying; killing a Dou King expert was as simple as crushing an ant. Such a person must absolutely not be offended.

Xiao Xun'er walked to Xiao Zhan's side and asked with concern, "Uncle Xiao, are you really alright?"

Xiao Zhan smiled, "I'm really fine, Xun'er, don't worry."

Xiao Yan raised his palm, condensing a cluster of flames.

The temperature of that Dou Qi flame was extremely high, causing the surrounding air to distort.

Xiao Yan waved his hand, and the flames landed on the several corpses.

Those bodies burned rapidly in the flames, turning into ashes.

In the span of a few breaths, only a few black marks remained on the ground.

Seeing this scene, the several elders felt even colder in their hearts.

"Father, come with me," Xiao Yan said.

Xiao Zhan nodded and followed Xiao Yan toward the inner courtyard.

The several elders stood in place, watching the backs of Xiao Yan and Xiao Zhan as they left; no one dared to follow.

In the inner courtyard, Xiao Yan had Xiao Zhan sit on a chair.

"Father, I will heal your injuries."

Xiao Zhan nodded.

Xiao Yan raised his palm, condensing gentle Dou Qi, and pressed it against Xiao Zhan's chest.

The Dou Qi slowly flowed into Xiao Zhan's body, repairing his damaged meridians and internal organs.

Xiao Zhan felt a warm current flowing through his body, and the pain in his chest lessened significantly.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Xiao Yan withdrew his hand.

"Father, how do you feel?"

Xiao Zhan moved his body and discovered that the pain in his chest had vanished.

"Much better," Xiao Zhan said.

Xiao Yan took a medicinal pill from his Storage Ring and handed it to Xiao Zhan.

"This is a Tier 3 healing pill. Once you take it, Father, your injuries will fully recover."

Xiao Zhan took the pill and placed it in his mouth.

As the pill entered his stomach and its medicinal power dispersed, Xiao Zhan felt his physical condition improve instantly, and color returned to his face.

"Yan'er, this pill..."

"It's Tier 3," Xiao Yan said.

Xiao Zhan gasped.

A Tier 3 medicinal pill was already considered a very precious item in the Jia Ma Empire, yet Xiao Yan could produce one so casually.

Xiao Zhan looked at his son, his heart filled with emotion.

This son was no longer the youth who needed his protection.

"Father, rest well for these next few days," Xiao Yan said, "I will handle the matters outside."

Xiao Zhan nodded, "Yan'er, you must be careful yourself. The Misty Cloud Sect has lost so many people; they will not let this rest."

Xiao Yan said indifferently, "If one comes, I shall kill one; if two come, I shall kill a pair."

Watching the calm look in Xiao Yan's eyes, a sudden chill crept into Xiao Zhan's heart.

"Father, you should head back first," Xiao Yan said.

Xiao Zhan stood up, patted Xiao Yan on the shoulder, and turned to leave.

Xiao Yan sat in the chair with his eyes closed.

Four-star Dou King, only one step away from the five-star realm.

If the Misty Cloud Sect were to send more people, Xiao Yan would not mind killing a few more.