A Mere Gallia Clan, Why Would This Old Man Need to Act? One Sword Is Enough

Attack immediately and wipe out their entire clan!

As these words fell, the previously noisy hall instantly plunged into a deathly silence.

All the high-ranking members of the Xiao Clan looked toward Xiao Ze in unison, suddenly remembering that their family still had an ancestor.

"An, Ancestor, isn't wiping out their entire clan... a bit of an exaggeration?" one elder asked cautiously.

Facing this ancestor from over a hundred and fifty years ago, whose cultivation level remained a mystery, these "juniors" were constantly trembling with fear.

"Exaggeration?" Xiao Ze let out a cold snort. "What is exaggerated about it?"

"A mere Jialie Clan dared to strike against my Xiao Tribe; wiping out their entire clan is already an act of extraordinary mercy!"

"If this were over a hundred years ago, given my temperament, I would have wiped out their nine generations!"

"Even the earthworms in the soil would have been sliced in half!"

"How could I have allowed them to bark like dogs here?"

"Hmph!"

Xiao Ze's eyes were as cold as frost, and a frigid killing intent suddenly surged from his body. Everyone shuddered, feeling the temperature in the hall plummet to the freezing point in an instant.

The Ancestor truly has a murderous disposition!

Feeling the sharp chill surrounding them, every high-ranking member of the Xiao Clan felt a jolt in their hearts, deeply terrified by the overbearing nature of their ancestor.

"Ahem..." Xiao Zhan coughed lightly, drawing everyone's attention back once more.

"Since the Ancestor has spoken, let us discuss how to attack the Jialie Clan."

"I hope for this counterattack to be prepared within a month. The faster the action, the better; it would be best to deliver a heavy blow before they can even react!"

Xiao Zhan's steady voice echoed through the hall, pulling the attention of all the high-ranking members back to the plan for retaliating against the Jialie Clan.

The previously quiet hall became noisy once again.

Just as everyone was arguing incessantly, Xiao Ze's voice rang out again: "A month?"

"Isn't that preparation time far too long?"

"Protracted discussions lead to failure; the counterattack must be carried out as quickly as possible!"

"In my opinion, tomorrow is the best time to act."

"If we catch them off guard, we will surely be able to wipe out the Jialie Clan in one fell swoop..."

He spoke with ease, his words showing that he didn't take the Jialie Clan seriously at all, as if he could turn them into dust with a mere wave of his hand.

Of course, to him, the Jialie Clan truly amounted to nothing.

However, to the rest of the Xiao Clan, his words seemed somewhat shocking.

"Ancestor, act tomorrow? Isn't that a bit too hasty?"

"Indeed, Ancestor, one day of preparation is far too rushed; there isn't even enough time to gather the experts within the clan. This must not be done."

"Ancestor, the strength of our Xiao Clan is about the same as the Jialie Clan. To act so rashly, the outcome might be unpredictable."

"Ancestor..."

"Ancestor..."

The voices of the Xiao Clan's high-ranking members rose in succession to persuade him.

Yet, Xiao Ze remained unmoved.

He was silent for a moment, then looked coldly at Xiao Zhan: "What does the Clan Head think? Do you also feel that my proposal is too absurd?"

"Ah, this..." Xiao Zhan's eyes flickered, unsure of how to answer for a moment.

A moment later, he said with some helplessness: "Ancestor, the words of the elders are not without reason."

"The Jialie Clan has been passed down in Wutan City for at least a thousand years; they are a famous local power, not only strong in strength but also possessing an incredibly deep foundation."

"Our Xiao Tribe has migrated here for less than a hundred years."

"Whether in terms of strength or foundation, we are no match for them."

"To rashly move against them would be an unwise act."

"I hope the Ancestor will reconsider..."

As the Clan Head, Xiao Zhan considered the entire Xiao Clan. Moving against the Jialie Clan was correct, but how to do so required a perfect plan.

The Jialie Clan was three parts stronger than the current Xiao Clan, both in terms of influence and foundation.

More importantly, the current head of the Jialie Clan—his mortal enemy, Jialie Bi—possessed a cultivation level two minor realms higher than his own, though he hated to admit it.

A Seven-Star Great Dou Master's cultivation was that of a renowned expert, even in the surrounding large cities.

Not to mention, the Jialie Clan might possess three experts at the Great Dou Master level.

To act so rashly would only result in the Xiao Clan suffering in the end.

"Heh..." After hearing Xiao Zhan's words, Xiao Ze revealed a look of contempt. He swept his gaze across the room and looked at the elders, saying, "So, you are worried that the Xiao Clan lacks the strength, are you?"

"It is of no consequence. A mere Jialie Clan is, to this old man, nothing more than something that can be extinguished with a flick of a finger."

Xiao Ze's words caused the eyes of everyone present to light up.

"Is the Ancestor planning to take action?" one elder asked with a hint of excitement.

"Take action?" Xiao Ze looked disdainful. "Does a Jialie Clan require me to take action personally? A single sword strike is enough!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than his left thumb flashed with light from his storage ring. A long sword, shimmering with a biting cold, appeared in his hand. The blade was four feet and one inch long, three fingers wide, and the hilt was inlaid with three snow-white pearls.

"This sword will help you wipe out the Jialie Clan!"

As he spoke, he handed the Taixiao Sword to Xiao Zhan.

"Ancestor, this..." Xiao Zhan took the long sword, his eyes filled with confusion.

A single sword could help them defeat the Jialie Clan?

How did that sound even remotely reliable?

Not only him, but the rest of the elders also looked at the plain-looking sword with skeptical eyes.

"What, you don't believe me?" Xiao Ze glanced at them and said irritably, "If you don't believe me, you can return the sword to me."

"We believe!" Xiao Zhan clutched the long sword to his chest and said righteously, "Who said we don't believe?"

"Since the Ancestor says it can be done, then it must be possible!"

"Isn't that right, elders?!"

Xiao Zhan's words immediately drew a chorus of agreement from the elders present. They chimed in and discussed it, but it all boiled down to one sentiment:

--[Ah, yes, yes, yes, whatever the Ancestor says is right!]

"Heh..." Xiao Ze let out a soft hum and said nonchalantly, "Enough. I have said what I needed to say, so I will not linger here any longer."

"In any case, you shall handle this operation entirely on your own."

"I hope to hear the good news tomorrow that you have wiped out the Jialie Clan."

"I'm off--"

With that, he brushed off his clothes and left at a leisurely pace.

He left behind only a silhouette that was deeply etched into the eyes of the Xiao Clan's upper echelon.

At this moment, they remained in the council hall, staring at one another in bewilderment.

"Patriarch, are we really going to follow the Ancestor's suggestion and launch a retaliation against the Jialie Clan tomorrow?"

One of the lower-ranking elders asked, still feeling somewhat worried.

"What? Do you have an objection?" Xiao Zhan glanced at him casually. "If you have a different opinion, you can catch up to the Ancestor right now and report it to him personally."

"I dare not, I dare not." The elder shrank his neck and retreated obediently.

Argue with the Ancestor?

Forget it.

The Ancestor possessed immense strength; with his own meager limbs, he had better not provoke that temper.

"Hmph..." Xiao Zhan let out a disdainful snort.

He lowered his head and began to carefully examine the long sword the Ancestor had given him.

With a crisp clang, he drew the sword. Instantly, a snow-white light erupted from the scabbard, and in a flash, a biting chill permeated the hall, the sword light gleaming fiercely.

Xiao Zhan narrowed his eyes and looked closely. On the blade, two ancient seal characters were clearly engraved—[Taixiao]!

"Taixiao?"

"Could this be the Ancestor's personal sword?"

"It is truly terrifying."

"I just wonder, what level of weapon is this exactly?!"