You... You Dare Kill Me?

The moment Xiao Yan finished speaking, he darted forward and struck Yun Leng in the chest with his palm.

Yun Leng's face changed drastically. He hurriedly raised his hand to block, never expecting Xiao Yan to be so ungrateful. He had already tried to placate the boy, yet Xiao Yan still refused to show him any respect.

"Bang!"

Yun Leng's body flew backward and slammed hard into the wall.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the wall, and rubble scattered across the floor.

Yun Leng slid down from the wall and landed on one knee, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were filled with shock.

He was a Dou Wang expert and the Misty Cloud Sect's First Elder. There were only a handful of people throughout the Jia Ma Empire who could defeat him, and he had his own pride and dignity.

Yet this boy had sent him flying with a single palm strike, utterly shattering his pride and dignity. He had done it in front of so many people, leaving Yun Leng completely disgraced. For the First Elder to lose to a boy—what a humiliation!

"Impossible."

Xiao Yan gave him no chance to catch his breath. His figure blurred, and he attacked again.

Yun Leng gritted his teeth as Dou Qi surged wildly through his body. He threw everything into a palm strike and met Xiao Yan's attack head-on.

"Bang!"

A sharp pain shot through Yun Leng's arm, and it felt as if his bones were about to break. His body flew backward again and crashed heavily to the ground, blood spraying from his mouth.

Several Dou Ling disciples stood nearby, their faces deathly pale. They watched helplessly as the First Elder was sent flying again and again by Xiao Yan, without even a chance to fight back.

"First Elder..."

One disciple tried to step forward, but his legs were shaking so badly that he couldn't move.

Yun Leng lay facedown on the ground, trembling all over. He lifted his head and watched Xiao Yan approach, one step at a time. Fear spread through his heart. In all his years, he had never seen anyone so terrifying. Cold sweat broke out across his back, and his breathing grew ragged.

"Xiao Yan, you can't kill me."

Yun Leng's voice trembled. "I'm the Misty Cloud Sect's First Elder. If you kill me, the Misty Cloud Sect won't let you get away with it."

Xiao Yan looked at him without a trace of expression.

"The Misty Cloud Sect won't let you go, and neither will the Sect Master."

Yun Leng continued, "Let me leave, and I can pretend none of this ever happened."

"Finished?"

Yun Leng froze for a moment.

"If you're finished, then it's time to go."

Xiao Yan raised his hand and brought his palm down.

Yun Leng's eyes widened. He tried to say something, but it was already too late. His body stiffened, then slowly toppled over. He had been killed on the spot.

The hall fell utterly silent.

The few Dou Ling disciples stood frozen, trembling all over. The First Elder was dead. The First Elder, a Dou Wang expert, had been killed by Xiao Yan with one palm strike.

"You... You killed the First Elder..."

One disciple's voice trembled. "You're crazy! The Misty Cloud Sect won't let you get away with this."

Xiao Yan turned to look at them.

The disciples stumbled backward in fright.

"Run!"

Someone shouted, and the disciples turned and bolted for the exit.

Xiao Yan raised his hand and struck out with his palm.

"Bang!"

The disciple running at the back collapsed on the spot.

Another disciple made it out the door. Xiao Yan blurred and chased after him.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

After several dull thuds, only one disciple remained standing by the doorway.

His legs were shaking, his face was pale, and he could barely bring himself to run.

"P-please... don't kill me."

The disciple fell to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly.

Xiao Ding stepped forward and looked at Xiao Yan.

"Third Brother, kill him. Leave no survivors."

Xiao Li came over as well. "Exactly. Kill him so he can't go back and report what happened."

Xiao Yan shook his head.

"I'll let him live."

Xiao Ding and Xiao Li exchanged a glance, confused.

"Third Brother, why let him live?"

"Let him go back and deliver the message."

Xiao Ding froze. "Third Brother, have you thought this through?"

"I have. If the Misty Cloud Sect wants revenge, let them come. I don't mind wiping them out."

Xiao Ding and Xiao Li both froze. Wipe out the Misty Cloud Sect—the largest sect in the Jia Ma Empire?

Before, they wouldn't even have dared to imagine saying something like that. Yet hearing it from Xiao Yan, they couldn't help feeling that it might actually be possible.

"Third Brother, you..."

Xiao Li didn't know what to say.

Xiao Yan looked at him. "Second Brother, you don't believe me?"

"I do. I'll believe anything you say."

Xiao Yan smiled but said nothing more.

Hearing that Xiao Yan would spare him, the disciple kneeling on the ground hurriedly scrambled up and staggered away.

Xiao Ding watched him run off, then turned to Xiao Yan.

"Third Brother, are you really not afraid of the Misty Cloud Sect? No matter what, they're the largest sect."

"What's there to be afraid of? Their strongest expert is only a three-star Dou Emperor. I can handle them with ease."

Xiao Ding fell silent.

He realized that he could understand his younger brother less and less.

At fifteen, Xiao Yan had killed a Dou Wang expert without batting an eye, and now he was talking about wiping out the Misty Cloud Sect. No one else in the entire Jia Ma Empire had such courage or strength.

"Third Brother, I'm impressed."

Xiao Li patted Xiao Yan on the shoulder.

Xiao Yan said nothing.

The three of them sat down in the hall. Xiao Ding poured a cup of tea and handed it to Xiao Yan.

"Third Brother, what level is your strength at now?"

Xiao Yan took the cup and sipped his tea, then casually replied, "Four-star Dou Wang."

Xiao Ding's hand shook, and the teacup nearly fell to the ground.

Xiao Li froze as well.

A four-star Dou Wang—a fifteen-year-old four-star Dou Wang.

What did that even mean?

Dou Wang experts were few and far between throughout the Jia Ma Empire. Every one of them was an old monster who had cultivated for decades.

And Xiao Yan was only fifteen.

"Third Brother, you..."

Xiao Li opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"I happened to come across a few opportunities."

Xiao Ding and Xiao Li exchanged a glance and didn't press him further.

Xiao Yan set down his teacup, took a jade bottle from his Storage Ring, and placed it on the table.

"Eldest Brother, Second Brother, this is for you."

"What is it?"

"The Purple Heart Profound Dragon Pill, a seventh-grade pill. After taking it, you can advance directly from Dou Wang to Dou Emperor."

Xiao Ding and Xiao Li both froze. A seventh-grade pill, capable of advancing someone from Dou Wang to Dou Emperor.

"Third Brother, is that really true?"

Xiao Li asked in disbelief.

"When have I ever lied to you?"

Xiao Li picked up the jade bottle, his hand trembling.

Dou Emperor—that was a Dou Emperor.

Before, he wouldn't even have dared to dream of it.

But now, one pill could let him reach Dou Emperor.

"Third Brother, where did you get the recipe for this pill?"

"I refined it myself."

Xiao Ding fell silent.

A sixth-grade alchemist was already astonishing. Now Xiao Yan was a seventh-grade alchemist as well.

How many secrets did his younger brother still have?

"Third Brother, thank you."

Xiao Ding spoke solemnly.

"We're brothers. No need to thank me."

Xiao Yan stood up. "I'll head back first."

Xiao Ding and Xiao Li walked him to the door.

Watching Xiao Yan's retreating figure, Xiao Li couldn't help saying, "Eldest Brother, our little brother really has changed."

Xiao Ding nodded. "Yeah. I used to think that if he could recover his strength, that would be good enough. I never expected..."

"Never expected what?"

"Never expected him to come this far. A Dou Wang and a seventh-grade alchemist—there isn't a second person like him in the entire Jia Ma Empire."

Xiao Li nodded vigorously, his eyes full of admiration.