You Can't Leave Today!

Behind Yun Leng, a disciple at the Dou Ling level stared fixedly at Xiao Li.

His eyes were filled with unwillingness.

The First Elder was a Dou Emperor powerhouse; how could he possibly fear the leader of a mere mercenary group?

"First Elder, he must be bluffing," the disciple could not help but speak up.

Yun Leng ignored him.

The disciple gritted his teeth and, seizing a moment when Xiao Li was distracted, flashed forward and struck a palm toward his back.

He poured his entire Dou Qi into this single strike.

A full-force blow from a Dou Ling powerhouse was enough to kill an opponent of the same level.

Without even turning his head, Xiao Li struck back with a palm. "Bang."

The disciple's body flew backward and slammed heavily onto the ground.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and breathed his last on the spot.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

The remaining disciples looked at the corpse on the ground, their faces deathly pale; they had clearly sensed the aura that erupted from Xiao Li's palm just now.

Dou King.

It was truly a Dou King.

"It really is a Dou King..." one disciple's voice trembled.

"How could someone from the Xiao Clan be a Dou King?"

"This is impossible..."

The disciples looked at one another, their eyes filled with shock.

Yun Leng's expression also shifted. He had been skeptical just moments ago, wondering if Xiao Li was bluffing or if his own perception had been wrong.

But the aura that erupted from that palm could not deceive anyone: a one-star Dou King.

A genuine, authentic one-star Dou King.

Countless thoughts flashed through Yun Leng's mind. The Xiao Clan was merely a small family; how could they possibly cultivate a Dou King powerhouse?

And not just one.

Xiao Li was a Dou King, as was Xiao Ding, and that Xiao Yan who had yet to appear—the one who could kill the Fourth Elder—must also be at least at the Dou King level.

A small family with three Dou Kings.

This defied logic.

It completely defied logic.

Unless...

Yun Leng considered a possibility: that what Xiao Li had said earlier was true.

A Tier 6 Alchemist.

Only a Tier 6 Alchemist could refine pills capable of directly propelling someone to the Dou King realm.

Could Xiao Yan truly be a Tier 6 Alchemist?

A stormy sea surged within Yun Leng's heart.

A fifteen-year-old Tier 6 Alchemist—such a thing had never been heard of in the entire Dou Qi Continent.

Such talent, such potential, and the power backing him were simply unimaginable.

"All of you, stop."

Yun Leng said in a deep voice.

The disciples looked at him, their eyes full of confusion.

"First Elder?"

"I said stop," Yun Leng said coldly. "No one is allowed to make another move."

Although the disciples were unwilling, they dared not disobey once the First Elder had spoken.

As Yun Leng looked at Xiao Li, about to speak, a series of footsteps echoed from outside the door.

Xiao Yan walked in.

He was dressed in a black robe, his face devoid of any expression.

"Third Brother," Xiao Ding said.

Xiao Yan looked at him. "Eldest Brother, are you injured?"

"No," Xiao Ding shook his head.

Xiao Yan then looked at Xiao Li. "And Second Brother?"

"This level of trash isn't enough to hurt me," Xiao Li said.

Xiao Yan nodded and turned to look at Yun Leng.

Yun Leng looked back at him.

Is this Xiao Yan? The Xiao Yan who killed the Fourth Elder? He looks like nothing more than a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth, yet those eyes are terrifyingly calm.

Yun Leng's heart sank.

A person like this is either truly unafraid of death or has something to rely on.

Xiao Yan was clearly not the former.

"You are Xiao Yan?" Yun Leng spoke up.

Xiao Yan did not speak, merely watching him.

"This old man is the First Elder of the Misty Cloud Sect, Yun Leng," Yun Leng said. "I have come today to invite you to return to the Misty Cloud Sect with me."

"Invite?" Xiao Yan said indifferently. "You kill the people of my Desert Iron Mercenary Group, and then you invite me back?"

Yun Leng's expression stiffened.

"Those few people struck first," Yun Leng said.

"And so what?" Xiao Yan said.

Yun Leng's brows furrowed.

He had originally intended to let the matter rest here, but Xiao Yan's attitude made him very uncomfortable.

"Xiao Yan, this old man will give you a chance," Yun Leng said. "Come back to the Misty Cloud Sect with me and explain everything clearly."

"This old man can guarantee your life."

Xiao Yan looked at him without speaking.

"Your second brother killed several Dou Ling experts today, and this old man will not pursue that either," Yun Leng said. "Let this matter end here."

"End here?" Xiao Yan said indifferently.

"Correct," Yun Leng said. "The matter of you killing the Fourth Elder can also be negotiated."

Xiao Yan laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Yun Leng's face darkened.

"You say it ends here, so it ends here?" Xiao Yan said.

Yun Leng's expression changed. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that you aren't leaving."

Yun Leng was stunned on the spot.

He had not expected Xiao Yan to say such a thing.

"What did you say?" Yun Leng asked, unable to believe it.

"I said, you aren't leaving," Xiao Yan said indifferently.

Yun Leng's expression sank completely.

He was the First Elder of the Misty Cloud Sect, a Dou King level expert.

In the entire Jia Ma Empire, who dared to speak to him like this?

"Xiao Yan, do not be too arrogant," Yun Leng said coldly.

"Arrogant?" Xiao Yan said. "You bring people to barge into my Desert Iron Mercenary Group, kill my people, and then tell me to let it end here?"

"Who exactly is the arrogant one?"

Yun Leng was choked, unable to utter a word.

"I originally did not want to hold you accountable," Xiao Yan said. "But since you have come, don't even think about leaving."

A flash of anger crossed Yun Leng's eyes.

"Xiao Yan, who do you think you are?" Yun Leng said coldly. "This old man is a Dou King expert; you want to keep me here?"

"Try it and see," Xiao Yan said.

Yun Leng was furious.

In all his years, this was the first time he had been humiliated like this by a youth.

"Good, good, good," Yun Leng said, repeating the word three times. "This old man would like to see what ability you have to keep me."

Dou Qi surged within his body, and a formidable aura erupted outward.

The tables and chairs in the hall were shaken, rattling for a few moments.

Several Misty Cloud Sect disciples hurriedly retreated, their faces turning pale.

The aura of a Dou King expert was not something they could withstand.

Xiao Ding and Xiao Li also felt the pressure, their expressions changing slightly.

Xiao Yan stood there without moving a muscle.

He looked at Yun Leng, his face devoid of any expression.

"Xiao Yan, this old man will give you one last chance," Yun Leng said. "Come back to the Misty Cloud Sect with me, and there may still be room for negotiation regarding this matter."

"If you refuse, this old man will let you know today just how formidable a star-level Dou King expert can be."

Xiao Yan said indifferently, "Too much nonsense."

Yun Leng flew into a rage and struck out at Xiao Yan with his palm.

It was a full-force blow from a Dou King expert; the wind of the palm whistled, carrying an astonishing momentum.

Xiao Yan raised his hand and met the strike with his own palm.

"Bang."

As the two palms collided, a loud explosion erupted within the hall, and the ground was even cracked with several fissures.

Yun Leng's body retreated three steps, his expression changing drastically as he looked up at Xiao Yan in shock.

This youth had actually caught his palm strike and remained completely unmoved. "You... what exactly is your strength?"

Xiao Yan did not answer, saying coolly, "I told you, you aren't leaving today. Why so much nonsense? Go to hell."