Xiao Yun, Please Spare Me!

After Jia Lie Ao finished speaking, he charged forward. The Dou Qi of a Dou Zhe erupted from his body as he threw a punch straight at Xiao Yun's face.

The lackeys behind him all wore expressions of anticipation, each convinced that Xiao Yun was doomed.

"With that punch from Young Master Jia Lie, that trash will probably drop straight to the ground."

"Two-Stage Dou Qi and he still dared accept Young Master Jia Lie's challenge? Isn't that just courting death?"

"Let's see how he begs for mercy later. Just thinking about it feels satisfying."

Yet in the next instant, everyone froze.

Xiao Yun merely raised his hand and slapped him. It was so fast that no one could even see the motion clearly.

With a smack, Jia Lie Ao was sent flying. He spun several times in midair before crashing to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood along with several teeth.

The entire marketplace fell silent. The lackeys stared wide-eyed, the smiles on their faces not yet wiped away.

Jia Lie Ao lay sprawled on the ground for a long while before recovering. He struggled to raise his head and looked at Xiao Yun, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"You... how is that possible..."

He had felt the power behind that slap perfectly clearly. That terrifying force was something only a Da Dou Shi could produce.

But Xiao Yun was clearly a Two-Stage Dou Qi trash. How could he possibly possess such strength?

Xiao Yun walked over and looked down at Jia Lie Ao without much expression on his face.

"What did you say just now? That you would knock out my teeth in front of everyone?"

"So whose teeth got knocked out now?"

Jia Lie Ao's face turned exceptionally ugly upon hearing that. He struggled to get up, but that slap had left him dizzy and disoriented; he could not even stand steadily.

Seeing him still struggle, Xiao Yun raised his foot and stepped directly on his right hand.

"Ah!"

Jia Lie Ao let out a scream that everyone in the marketplace heard.

"Xiao Yun, get the fuck off me!"

"Do you know who I am? My father is the clan leader of the Jia Lie Clan! You're dead for treating me like this!"

Rather than moving his foot, Xiao Yun added several more degrees of force.

With a crack, Jia Lie Ao's right wrist broke.

"Ah!!!"

Another, even more miserable scream rang through the marketplace. Jia Lie Ao's entire body trembled in agony, and tears spurted from his eyes.

"Xiao Yun, you're courting death!" The lackeys behind him finally came to their senses and began shouting angrily.

"Do you know you injured the young master of the Jia Lie Clan? Clan Leader Jia Lie won't let you off!"

"Release Young Master Jia Lie at once!"

Xiao Yun swept his gaze over the lackeys, his eyes ice-cold.

The instant those lackeys met his gaze, they all shuddered. Each retreated several steps, not daring to utter another word.

By then, Jia Lie Ao was nearly passing out from the pain. His right hand was clearly broken, and the sound of snapping bone still echoed in his mind.

"I was wrong. Isn't that enough? I was wrong..."

"Let me go, please, Xiao Yun. My hand is already ruined!"

Jia Lie Ao began begging for mercy, with none of his earlier arrogance remaining.

But Xiao Yun had no intention of lifting his foot. Instead, he shifted his gaze to Jia Lie Ao's left leg.

"Weren't you quite bold when you insulted me just now? Calling me trash? Saying that all the brothers of the Xiao Clan were trash?"

"Try insulting me again."

After saying that, Xiao Yun lifted his foot and stomped down fiercely.

Crack!

Jia Lie Ao's left knee was crushed beneath his foot. His entire lower leg bent grotesquely, and even shattered bone seemed faintly visible through the flesh.

"Ah!!!"

Jia Lie Ao's screams came one after another. He curled up on the ground like a dog, his entire body convulsing in pain.

The onlookers around them all sucked in a breath of cold air. Every face was filled with shock and fear.

When had the Xiao Clan's Fourth Young Master become so ruthless?

Wasn't he once a Two-Stage Dou Qi trash? How had a single kick crippled one of Jia Lie Ao's arms and one of his legs?

That strength had to be at least at the Da Dou Shi level, right?

"Young Master Xiao Yun, I'm begging you..."

Jia Lie Ao's consciousness was growing hazy from the pain. Tears and snot ran together across his face.

"I'll never dare again. Please spare me. I truly know I was wrong..."

Xiao Yun looked at the pitiful state Jia Lie Ao was in and withdrew his foot with a cold laugh.

"You don't know you were wrong. You know you're about to die!"

Seeing Xiao Yun remove his foot, Jia Lie Ao hurriedly tried to shrink backward. But with both arms and one leg crippled, he could not move at all.

He could only brace himself against the ground with his one remaining good arm, then painfully turn his head toward the lackeys behind him and roar, "What are you standing around for?!"

"Go back! Go find my father!"

"Tell my father! Have the people of the Xiao Clan kill this beast!"

Only then did the lackeys react. They turned and fled at full speed, terrified that Xiao Yun would beat them as well if they ran too slowly.

Yet Xiao Yun was not worried in the slightest as he watched their retreating backs. Instead, he looked at Jia Lie Ao on the ground and laughed.

"You think your father can do anything to me once he gets here?"

Jia Lie Ao gritted his teeth at those words, his face filled with venom and unwillingness. "Xiao Yun, don't get too arrogant!"

"My father is a Da Dou Shi! Once he comes, you're dead!"

"If you don't want to die, run now. Maybe you'll get to live a little longer!"

Xiao Yun laughed when he heard that.

A Da Dou Shi?

His father was a Da Dou Shi?

So what? With his current strength as a Dou Wang, did he really need to fear a Da Dou Shi?

"Fine. I'll wait here," Xiao Yun said unhurriedly.

"You'd better have your father come quickly. Don't make me wait too long."

Jia Lie Ao was completely stunned upon hearing that. Looking at the calm, unruffled expression on Xiao Yun's face, an intense unease suddenly surged within him.

This trash was actually not afraid?

His father was a Da Dou Shi. In Wu Tan City, aside from Xiao Zhan and the clan leader of the Oba Clan, who could suppress his father?

Then why had Xiao Yun not even batted an eyelid upon hearing the words Da Dou Shi?

The more Jia Lie Ao thought about it, the more something felt wrong. But he was covered in injuries and could not even move, so he could only lie there and wait for his clan to come save him.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yun found a stone stool nearby and sat down, crossing one leg over the other as he waited for the Jia Lie Clan to arrive.

More and more passersby gathered around, and the news spread through the entire marketplace as swiftly as if it had grown wings.

In less than the time it took to burn an incense stick, it had spread throughout Wu Tan City, naturally including the three great clans.