The Jialie Clan Annihilated

The Jialie Clan was currently in the main hall of their estate, drinking with the burly Great Fighter.

The hall was brightly lit, its luxurious decorations a testament to the clan's wealth.

"I told you to teach that brat from the Xiao Clan a lesson, so why did you just run away?"

Jialie Bi's tone carried a hint of accusation; his face was grim, and his gaze fixed on the big man like a blade.

The man slammed his hand on the table, intending to act tough, but the memory of that youth's cold, indifferent eyes made him shrink back.

"You don't understand, that kid is a monster! I didn't even have time to draw my blade before his aura scared the wits out of me."

The man raised his wine cup, his hand trembling slightly, and gulped down the contents in an attempt to suppress the fear in his heart.

"Those eyes... it felt like he could see right through my soul."

Jialie Bi frowned, a flicker of malice crossing his eyes. "Hmph, what a useless piece of trash! The Jialie Clan spent so much money to hire you, only for you to come crawling back like this? If word gets out, where will I put the face of my clan?"

The man wore a bitter expression. "Sigh, I never expected that kid to be so formidable. That gaze, that aura—I've never seen anything like it in my entire life!"

"It was even more terrifying than the high-level magical beasts I've encountered in the Magical Beast Mountain Range!"

As he recalled Xiao Fan's appearance, his body couldn't help but tremble again.

Just then, a black shadow appeared silently within the hall.

"Who's there?"

Jialie Bi stood up alertly, his eyes filled with caution.

Xiao Fan looked at them coldly. "Jialie Bi, you have quite a lot of nerve."

He simply stood there, yet he exuded an invisible pressure.

Jialie Bi recognized the intruder and felt a jolt of shock, but he quickly steadied himself. "Xiao Fan, how dare you trespass into my Jialie Clan!"

He feigned composure, though he was calculating how to deal with the situation.

Xiao Fan's lips curled upward.

He reached out and gestured: Great Sorrow Wind-Ripping Hand!

A massive, ten-zhang-tall energy hand appeared abruptly, carrying the momentum to destroy everything in its path, and slapped the burly man to death in a single strike.

The man didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was reduced to a puddle of flesh.

Seeing this, Jialie Bi's face changed drastically. "You are not a Fighter!?"

His voice turned shrill with terror.

Xiao Fan smiled faintly, a look of contempt in his expression.

"When did This Seat ever say I was a Fighter?"

"T-this time, the Jialie Clan admits defeat. Please, My Lord, do not hold a grudge against a small person like me. Whatever compensation you require, we will provide!"

Jialie Bi gritted his teeth and bowed slightly, a flicker of cunning in his eyes.

In his view, a youth with such strength at such a young age must be arrogant and full of himself; as long as he lowered his head and spoke sweet words, it should be enough to lull the other party into a false sense of security.

"Oh? Is that so..."

The youth's voice rose, carrying a playful tone.

The bowing Jialie Bi twitched his lips, revealing a triumphant smile, thinking to himself: Hmph, just a wet-behind-the-ears brat. It was so easy to trick him.

He suddenly lunged forward, unleashing his full strength to attack Xiao Fan, his Battle Qi forming armor in one fluid motion.

In his mind, even if Xiao Fan were a Spirit Master, he might succeed with this sneak attack.

Hmph... a mere brat after all!

Jialie Bi's aged face wore a ferocious grin, as if he had already foreseen the scene of him cutting this youth down under his palm.

He thought to himself: As long as I kill you, the Xiao Clan will be nothing to fear.

Yet, facing this situation, Xiao Fan remained calm, neither dodging nor parrying, as if everything were under his control.

He didn't make a single move, but a powerful surge of Battle Qi blasted Jialie Bi away, sending him crashing heavily into the wall.

"Pfft!"

Jialie Bi spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with despair. "You... you are not a Spirit Master!"

His voice was filled with disbelief and fear.

Xiao Fan looked at him coldly. "Who said This Emperor was a Spirit Master?"

His voice was calm and majestic, as if he were pronouncing Jialie Bi's fate.

Battle Qi wings manifested behind his back, and he rose into the air, standing high above like a god looking down upon the masses.

"This Emperor has endured ten thousand tribulations, suppressed the Dark Forbidden Zones for thousands of years, and slain countless powerful enemies..."

His voice echoed through the hall, carrying endless vicissitudes and dominance.

"Now that I have been reincarnated and remain weak, you lot actually wish to strangle This Emperor in the cradle. Your crimes deserve death..."

Xiao Fan's eyes revealed an endless killing intent.

"From today on, the Jialie Clan is struck from the records of Wutan City."

Xiao Fan's voice was cold and ruthless, sounding like the final verdict of fate.

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Fan unleashed a powerful aura, shrouding the entire Jialie Clan in a blanket of terror.

If they could speak, they would surely have cursed him out loud.

Wait, you're already a Dou Huang?

Our clan's strongest is only a Da Dou Shi, how were we supposed to nip you in the bud?!

However, many in the Jialie Clan, including Jialie Bi, whose life force was fading but who had not yet fully perished, believed his words.

Xiao Fan... this genius of the Xiao Clan, perhaps he really was a Great Emperor...

[Ding! The vast majority of the Jialie Clan is convinced. Obtained 5,000 Bragging Points.]

The next day, all of Wutan City was shrouded in an atmosphere of shock, as if a heavy, oppressive haze hung over the small city.

The morning sun struggled to pierce through the clouds, appearing pale and weak, casting a dim light over the streets and alleys.

Because the Jialie Clan, one of the three great families of Wutan City, had lost all its elders and its clan leader in a single night!

Only some insignificant, low-status servants remained alive.

In the streets and alleys, people gathered like a rising tide.

Faces filled with surprise, excitement, or confusion flickered in the light and shadow.

"Have you heard? The Jialie Clan is gone overnight!"

A thin man widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

His voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"This is simply incredible!"

"Isn't it? It's too terrifying. Who on earth could have such great ability?"

An old man nearby stroked his beard, his brows furrowed in deep confusion.

"Could it be that another great clan made a move in the shadows?"

"It must have been an expert above the Dou Ling level, maybe even a Dou Wang!"

A hot-blooded young man waved his arms, his tone certain, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Experts like that are rare in our Wutan City!"

"I think the Jialie Clan did too much evil in their daily lives; this is just retribution!"

A middle-aged woman stood with her hands on her hips, speaking indignantly, the fat on her face quivering with anger.

"Those guys only knew how to bully us!"

"Exactly, their people were always throwing their weight around. This is truly gratifying!"

The crowd chimed in one after another, their faces beaming with relief; some even couldn't help but clap their hands.

"I wonder which hero did this. They really have rid Wutan City of a scourge!"

A child joined in the excitement, jumping up and down with joy, his eyes filled with admiration...