Xiao Yan's Fury Upon Reaching Tianbei City
In the Northern Region of the Central Plains, Wind Lightning Mountain Range.
Eastern Wind Lightning Pavilion is also the headquarters of the Wind Lightning Pavilion.
Xiao Yan sat in a chair, with Venerable Lei standing beside him, bowing and smiling obsequiously, "Alliance Leader Xiao, rest assured, after you leave, I will immediately instruct my subordinates to lift the... suppression on the Tian Shu Alliance, and at the same time, fully assist the Tian Shu Alliance in its development in the Northern Region!"
Xiao Yan nodded calmly and said, "Venerable Lei, you are a pragmatic person. I can give the Wind Lightning Pavilion a chance."
"I hope you won't just pay lip service to this."
Venerable Lei bowed his head repeatedly. "Of course I wouldn't dare, of course I wouldn't dare!"
Sweat dripped from Venerable Lei's forehead; he was truly terrified.
As they spent more time together, he became increasingly certain that Xiao Yan was definitely an Eighth-Rank Alchemist.
That Xiao Yi Xian is definitely a terrifying existence at the First-Turn Dou Venerate.
Faced with these two figures, he could only keep lowering his stance.
Otherwise, either of these two could easily wipe out the entire Wind Lightning Pavilion!
He had no doubt about the combat power of a First-Turn Dou Venerate and the appeal of an Eighth-Rank Alchemist.
Just then, Xiao Yan suddenly closed his eyes, as if he had received something.
The next second, a terrifying aura that almost made Venerable Lei stop breathing suddenly erupted from Xiao Yan.
The feeling of death instantly enveloped him, causing Venerable Lei's heart to race and him to tense up instantly.
He asked cautiously, "Alliance Leader Xiao, what's wrong?"
Xiao Yi Xian asked with concern, "Xiao Yan, what's wrong?"
Seeing the worried expression on Xiao Yi Xian, Xiao Yan calmed himself down slightly and replied, "Someone is using the Tian Shu Token to ask me for help."
"The Tian Shu Token..." Xiao Yi Xian's mouth opened slightly, then she instantly became serious.
He knew perfectly well that, apart from the elders of the Tian Shu Alliance, Xiao Yan had only ever issued the Tian Shu Token to a very few other people.
For example, Qing Lin, Zi Yan, Medusa, and Xiao Clan's blood relatives, such as his father Xiao Zhan and his second brother Xiao Li.
It could be said that of all the distress calls from the Token holders, only Mo Tianxing's distress call would not enrage Xiao Yan.
It's unclear who is calling for help this time, but one that could provoke Xiao Yan to such anger.
"Xiao Yan, who called for help?" Xiao Yi Xian asked.
Xiao Yan didn't hide anything and revealed the name: "Second Brother Xiao Li."
Xiao Yi Xian immediately understood Xiao Yan's emotions.
In Xiao Yan's heart, his family, especially his father Xiao Zhan, his eldest brother Xiao Ding, and his second brother Xiao Li, held extremely important positions.
Even if she were to think arrogantly, Xiao Yi Xian wouldn't believe that her position in Xiao Yan's heart could surpass theirs.
Now that someone has harmed Xiao Li, Xiao Yan's murderous anger is understandable.
Without further ado, Xiao Yan immediately opened a spatial rift and rushed towards the direction from which the distress call had come.
Xiao Yi Xian followed suit, as did Venerable Lei.
After following them, Venerable Lei said, "Alliance Leader Xiao, in the Northern Region of the Central Plains, the Wind Lightning Pavilion carries considerable weight. If anyone bullies your brother, you don't need to trouble yourself; the Wind Lightning Pavilion will handle him!"
As he said this, Venerable Lei thought to himself with secret delight, "This is truly a great opportunity. If I can use this to change Xiao Yan's impression of the Wind Lightning Pavilion, that would be wonderful."
Xiao Yan ignored Venerable Lei and focused all his energy on mobilizing spatial power, maximizing his Heaven-Swallowing Talent for Space Control. With a casual wave of his hand, the distance in space was infinitely shortened.
It didn't take long to reach our destination.
Behind him, Venerable Lei's voice still rang out. "Please calm down, Alliance Leader Xiao, don't ruin your health."
Venerable Lei was still speaking ingratiatingly, but the next second, he couldn't utter a single word.
Upon arrival, the first thing that caught the eye was the four elders of the Northern Wind Lightning Pavilion.
The four elders were surrounding a young man who looked a few years older than Xiao Yan. Although he wasn't particularly handsome, he had a certain heroic air about him.
Most importantly, upon closer inspection, this person's appearance clearly bears some resemblance to Xiao Yan.
Venerable Lei felt a chill in his heart.
"Third brother!" Xiao Li struggled to his feet, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, looking rather pitiful.
Xiao Yan's hand trembled slightly, which was clearly seen by Venerable Lei.
Venerable Lei sensed something was wrong; his heart had turned completely cold.
Below, the four elders of the North Pavilion were still greeting him. "Pavilion Master Lei!"
At this moment, the Thunder Releaser just wanted to sew those four people's mouths shut.
He turned to look at Xiao Yan, forced a smile, and said humbly, "Alliance Leader Xiao, this must be a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"
Xiao Yan ignored him and walked down step by step, causing the space to tremble with each step.
He quickly walked up to Xiao Li.
Raising his hand, flames of Yin-Yang and yang slowly rose, with the pure white Yang Flame landing on Xiao Li.
Xiao Li watched the flames fly towards him, neither dodging nor avoiding them, completely trusting that Xiao Yan would not harm him.
Sure enough, when the flames landed on him, they not only failed to burn his skin or clothes, but instead brought him immense vitality, allowing his injuries to heal rapidly and leaving him feeling warm and comfortable.
"Wow, Third Brother, your flames are amazing!" After Xiao Yan withdrew the flames, Xiao Li stretched his body and smiled broadly.
Xiao Yan nodded, then took out a pill from his Storage Ring, saying with concern, "Second Brother, please take this healing pill to avoid missing any minor wounds."
Xiao Li rubbed his nose and refused outright. "I'm already fine, Third Brother, your flames are incredibly powerful. I don't have any injuries at all."
"As for that Han Clan patriarch, let him take this pill. He fought with the Hong Clan patriarch for my sake, which resulted in his current serious injuries."
Xiao Li pointed to the seriously injured Han Fei.
Han Fei's heart pounded violently, and he instantly felt a surge of heat.
People are wise and experienced with age. Even the Venerable Lei was so humble towards the young man before him, which shows the young man's status.
The situation has completely reversed!
He made the right bet!
"Here you go." Xiao Yan tossed the pill to Han Fei.
Han Fei took the pill and swallowed it immediately. His injuries began to heal instantly. He was extremely shocked because this pill was definitely of the Seventh Tier!
He stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Thank you, Alliance Leader Xiao!"
Xiao Yan nodded slightly, then looked at Hong Tianxiao, who was also seriously injured.
"Alliance Leader Xiao, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!" Hong Tianxiao retreated in a disheveled manner, his expression terrified.
Xiao Yan remained silent, flicked his finger, and the incredibly powerful force, after weakening through the air, landed directly on Hong Tianxiao's head.
Bang!
The white and red colors mixed together and exploded on the spot.
The headless corpse knelt on the ground.
Xiao Yan turned to the four elders of the Northern Wind Lightning Pavilion, his expression utterly calm.
Venerable Lei hurriedly stepped forward and pleaded, "Alliance Leader Xiao, please give me a chance!"
Xiao Yan didn't stop moving for a moment, raising his hand and slapping out with a palm.
"Ah!"
Venerable Lei let out a miserable cry, and his whole body transformed into two shadows as he flew backward.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it had been directly slapped in two by Xiao Yan's palm strike, broken in half at the waist.