One More Word and I'll Kill You!

After a while, those lackeys scrambled and crawled back to the Jia Lie Clan, each one pale-faced and gasping as they rushed into the main hall.

Jia Lie Bi was drinking tea in the hall. When he saw his son's lackeys barging in looking so bedraggled, his brows immediately furrowed.

"Why are you panicking? Have you no sense of decorum?"

"Clan Head! Something terrible happened! Young Master Jia Lie was beaten! His arm and leg were both broken!"

Upon hearing this, Jia Lie Bi's teacup slammed onto the floor. He shot to his feet, his expression changing drastically.

"Who did it?"

"It was the Xiao Clan's Fourth Young Master, Xiao Yun! Young Master Jia Lie got into a conflict with him and was beaten severely. He's still lying over at the marketplace!"

Jia Lie Bi flew into a rage after hearing this and smashed the table beside him with one slap.

"You little bastard from the Xiao Clan! You dared lay a hand on my son!"

"Men! Gather the clan's Dou Shi! We're going to the marketplace!"

Jia Lie Bi stormed out, followed by four or five Dou Shi experts from the Jia Lie Clan. The group charged toward the marketplace with murderous intent.

Meanwhile, back at the marketplace, Jia Lie Ao lay on the ground, baring his teeth in pain, yet his mouth still would not stop.

"Just wait, Xiao Yun! My father will be here soon!"

"Let's see how arrogant you can be then! My father will definitely tear you to pieces!"

"You broke one of my arms and one of my legs! I'll have my father cripple all four of your limbs!"

Xiao Yun sat on a stone stool, listening to Jia Lie Ao curse and rant. He had initially been too lazy to pay him any attention, but the brat only grew more enthusiastic, spewing every kind of filthy insult from his mouth.

So Xiao Yun rose and walked over, then raised his hand and slapped Jia Lie Ao across the face.

With a sharp smack, Jia Lie Ao's face was knocked crooked, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth once more.

"If you dare keep spewing filth, I'll kill you."

Xiao Yun's tone was calm, but that very calmness made Jia Lie Ao's heart tremble.

Moreover, when he saw the look in Xiao Yun's eyes, he felt that Xiao Yun truly dared to act. He forcibly swallowed the words that had reached his lips.

Jia Lie Ao covered his face and did not dare curse again, but the rage and hatred in his heart only burned fiercer.

He could only grit his teeth and wait for his father to arrive, determined to have him tear that damned Xiao Yun to pieces.

After a while, a disturbance suddenly rose from beyond the crowd, followed by an angry shout.

"Who beat my son?!"

Jia Lie Bi pushed through the crowd with five or six Dou Shi and rushed in. At a glance, he saw Jia Lie Ao lying on the ground, covered in blood.

"Father! You're finally here!"

The moment Jia Lie Ao saw his father, he burst into tears. With one broken arm and one broken leg, covered head to toe in blood, he looked utterly miserable.

"Father, look at my hand! My leg! He broke them both!"

"You have to kill him! Avenge me, Father!"

Seeing his son in such a miserable state, Jia Lie Bi trembled with fury. He turned and stared fixedly at Xiao Yun, his eyes filled with killing intent.

"You little bastard from the Xiao Clan! You dared beat my son into this state!"

"If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll make sure you don't leave this marketplace!"

Yet Xiao Yun remained seated on the stone stool, not even bothering to stand. He merely glanced up at Jia Lie Bi.

"An explanation? What explanation?"

"Your son had a filthy mouth and was asking for a beating. I disciplined him for you, yet instead of thanking me, you came here to question me?"

"Is this how the Jia Lie Clan teaches its people?"

Jia Lie Bi was so furious that he laughed. "Good! What a sharp-tongued little bastard!"

"Today, I'll see whether your bones are as hard as your mouth!"

"Get him! Cripple him! Just leave him alive!"

At Jia Lie Bi's command, the five or six Dou Shi behind him charged forward at once. Dou Qi erupted from their bodies as they lunged at Xiao Yun.

The onlookers hurriedly retreated several steps, afraid of being caught in the attack.

Lying on the ground, Jia Lie Ao revealed a savage grin when he saw his clan's people make their move.

"Hahaha, Xiao Yun, you're dead! My father brought five Dou Shi with him! You useless trash think you can turn the heavens upside down?"

"Later, I'll personally stomp your arms apart! I'll make you taste this pain too!"

Jia Lie Bi stood behind them and watched coldly. In his eyes, having five or six Dou Shi deal with a young disciple of the Xiao Clan was as easy as taking something from his hand.

Even if this brat was not the rumored Two-Stage Dou Qi, he could at most be a Dou Zhe. Five Dou Shi against one Dou Zhe—wouldn't that be an effortless crushing victory?

However, his expression froze the very next second.

Xiao Yun stood and casually struck out with his palm. The Dou Qi carried within that palm wind was so terrifying that it made everyone's scalps tingle.

The two Dou Shi charging at the front did not even have time to react before the palm wind struck them head-on.

Bang!

After two thuds, the two Dou Shi were sent flying. When they crashed onto the ground, more than half the bones in their bodies had shattered, and they died on the spot.

The three Dou Shi behind them were scared out of their wits at the sight, but they had charged too quickly to stop themselves.

Yet Xiao Yun casually swept his hand again, sending three streams of Dou Qi shooting out like sharp arrows and piercing straight through the three Dou Shi's chests.

After several thuds, the three men collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and fell still.

The entire process took less than a few breaths.

All five Dou Shi were dead.

The entire marketplace fell deathly silent!

The onlookers all stood with their mouths wide open. No one dared make even the slightest sound.

Jia Lie Ao's expression froze completely as he lay on the ground. Just moments ago, he had been shouting that he would personally stomp Xiao Yun's arms apart, yet in the blink of an eye, all five Dou Shi his clan had brought were dead.

Jia Lie Bi, in particular, stood rooted to the spot in utter shock. His eyes were wide as he looked from the corpses on the ground to Xiao Yun, his entire body trembling.

Among those five Dou Shi, two were five-star Dou Shi and three were six-star Dou Shi. Even in Wu Tan City, they counted as a considerable fighting force.

Yet they had been slapped to death without even touching Xiao Yun's clothes?

How was that possible?

Jia Lie Bi took a deep breath and asked in a trembling voice, "You... what is your true strength?"

Xiao Yun glanced at him, his tone carrying a faint trace of disdain. "What do you think?"

Jia Lie Bi opened his mouth but could not speak. There was only one thought in his mind.

This useless trash was definitely more than a Dou Zhe. He might even be a Da Dou Shi or above...

Perhaps even higher.

The more Jia Lie Bi thought about it, the more afraid he became. His back was already soaked in cold sweat.

If his senses had not deceived him, then today, he had most likely kicked an iron plate!