Strike to Kill

The nearly tangible killing intent was simply too terrifying. Ling Quan's body went cold in an instant, and he did not even dare look up to see who had arrived.

What followed was a ruthless attack too fast for the naked eye to track. Ling Quan could only feel the killing intent bearing down on him and a cold wind brushing past his face.

Too fast! Far too fast!

Then two sprays of blood burst from his shoulders. His arms instantly went completely numb, his shoulders having been brutally pierced through. Ling Quan saw the exploding blood before he even felt the agonizing pain erupting from both shoulders.

Yet even such severe wounds did not immediately consume his thoughts, because in that brief instant, he recognized the figure brimming with killing intent.

"Xiao Yan?!" Ling Quan's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets in extreme terror. Hadn't he died in the Pill Tower three years ago?

"Die!!"

At that moment, Xiao Yan did not waste a single word. At the fastest speed possible, he crippled Ling Quan's arms first. Ling Quan had dared humiliate his father to his face. Xiao Yan had only one thought—to grind him into dust!

Purple-red flames gathered in his palm. Without any flashy movement, he slashed down mercilessly, severing Ling Quan's legs cleanly in two as well.

Ling Quan's entire lower body lost its support. Amid a violent spray of scorching blood, he tumbled miserably to the ground.

Both Xiao Yan's appearance and his precise, ruthless strikes had exceeded everyone's expectations. Even the rigorously trained Black Annihilation Army of the Ancient Clan was stunned for a moment. By the time they truly came to their senses, their commander, Ling Quan, had already had all four limbs crippled.

When they looked directly at Xiao Yan, a bone-deep