Slaying Jia Lie Bi and His Son

After Xiao Zhan arrived, he froze on the spot.

A corpse lay right before him. The man on the ground wore an expensive green robe, his chest caved in. His eyes were wide open, and his face was frozen in the terror he had felt in his final moment.

It was Jia Lie Bi, the patriarch of the Jia Lie Clan.

Xiao Zhan stood there without moving for a long time, his mind completely blank.

Jia Lie Bi was dead?

Jia Lie Bi, a Five-Star Da Dou Shi whose strength was on par with his own, had died just like that?

Then Xiao Zhan looked ahead and saw Xiao Yun standing not far away, with traces of Dou Qi fluctuations still lingering around his hand.

Seven or eight members of the Jia Lie Clan were kneeling at his feet. Every one of them was trembling, too afraid to even raise his head, endlessly kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Jia Lie Ao was among them as well. One of his arms and one of his legs had long since been broken. He could only prop himself up with his remaining arm, lying on the ground with tears and snot streaming down his face.

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

"I won't dare do it again. Please spare me! I'm kowtowing to you!"

Jia Lie Ao lay on the ground, crying and shouting. There was no trace left of the arrogance he had displayed at the marketplace that morning.

He had seen everything clearly. His father, a Five-Star Da Dou Shi, had charged at Xiao Yun to attack him. Yet Xiao Yun had merely raised his hand and struck with his palm. Jia Lie Bi had not even had time to react before he was sent flying, crashing into the ground and dying on the spot.

Whether it was a One-Star Da Dou Shi or a Five-Star Da Dou Shi, there seemed to be no difference before Xiao Yun. Both were destined to die from a single palm strike.

Jia Lie Ao finally understood what kind of existence he had provoked. His mind held nothing but fear now; all his pride and hatred had vanished the instant his father fell.

"Young Master Xiao, please be magnanimous and spare me..."

"My Jia Lie Clan will serve you like oxen and horses from now on. I'll never dare provoke you again."

Soon, Jia Lie Ao was smashing his head against the ground so hard that the skin on his forehead split open, blood running down his face.

Yet Xiao Yun watched him without the slightest ripple in his eyes.

Hadn't he been quite arrogant just now? Hadn't he said that once his father arrived, he would kill him?

Now that his father's corpse was lying beside him, already cold, he had started kneeling and begging for mercy?

"Didn't you say that once your father came, he would kill me? Does that still count?" Xiao Yun asked.

"No, it doesn't! It doesn't count! I've got a filthy mouth! I was talking nonsense!"

"Grandpa Xiao, please spare me! I'll never dare again!"

Jia Lie Ao was crying his heart out now, even calling him ancestor and grandpa, desperate for Xiao Yun to spare his life.

But Xiao Yun had no intention of letting the matter end there. He walked over and raised his foot, stomping on Jia Lie Ao's remaining intact leg.

With a crack, Jia Lie Ao let out a miserable scream. He rolled across the ground in agony, his entire body convulsing.

"Ah!!!"

"My leg!!! My leg is broken!!!"

Jia Lie Ao was in so much pain that he could barely speak. He howled as he rolled around on the ground.

Xiao Yun looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Weren't you having a grand time when you were insulting me?"

"Now you know to beg for mercy? Too late."

After saying that, Xiao Yun raised his hand and struck with his palm. Jia Lie Ao's scream came to an abrupt halt. He collapsed face-first onto the ground and died on the spot.

The remaining members of the Jia Lie Clan who were kneeling there were terrified out of their wits. They kowtowed even harder, the thudding sounds ringing out one after another.

"Young Master Xiao, spare us! We only came with the patriarch! We didn't do anything!"

"Please, Young Master Xiao, spare us! We'll even leave the Jia Lie Clan from now on!"

But Xiao Yun showed no mercy this time. He raised his hand and casually swept it through the air, sending a wave of Dou Qi surging out.

Those members of the Jia Lie Clan did not even have time to scream before they all fell to the ground, never to breathe again.

The entire marketplace was so silent that a pin could have been heard dropping.

The bystanders had long since fled far away. They hid inside shops or behind walls, peeking out in secret, every face filled with shock and fear.

No one had expected Jia Lie Bi, patriarch of the Jia Lie Clan, to die. Jia Lie Ao had died too, along with the several Dou Shi they had brought.

It could be said that nearly the entire upper echelon of the Jia Lie Clan had been wiped out that day!

Xiao Zhan stood rooted to the spot, looking at the scene before him, unable to describe the shock in his heart.

His son, who had only possessed Two-Stage Dou Qi, had now slaughtered Jia Lie Bi's entire family?

And the whole process had apparently been incredibly swift. By the time he arrived, it was already over?

The Second Elder and Third Elder, who had rushed over behind Xiao Zhan, also arrived. As they stared at the corpses on the ground, both were dumbfounded, their legs trembling.

"Jia... Jia Lie Bi is dead?"

The Second Elder asked in a trembling voice, rubbing his eyes as though he thought he had seen wrong.

That was a Five-Star Da Dou Shi, someone who could run rampant through Wu Tan City. He had died just like that?

The Third Elder beside him was equally stunned. He looked at Jia Lie Bi's corpse on the ground, then at Xiao Yun standing there so calmly. One question churned repeatedly through his mind.

Just what was this brat's strength?

"Weren't you quite eloquent back at the Xiao Clan?" Xiao Zhan suddenly spoke, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

"One after another, you said my son had caused trouble. You said the Jia Lie Clan would never let this go, and that we should hand my son over to apologize to them."

"Now take a look for yourselves. Jia Lie Bi's corpse is lying right here."

"Who among you still has anything to say?"

The Second Elder and Third Elder were left speechless. Their mouths opened, but neither could utter a single word.

Just moments ago in the hall, they had been criticizing Xiao Yun for being impulsive and causing trouble. In the blink of an eye, the patriarch of the Jia Lie Clan had been killed by a single palm strike from Xiao Yun.

What else could they possibly say?

Then the Second Elder suddenly remembered something and looked around. "Right, where's the First Elder? Why hasn't he come?"

"Do you still remember what the First Elder said at the Xiao Clan just now?"

"Thinking about it now, he was smarter than the two of you."

The Second Elder and Third Elder looked at each other, finally understanding why the First Elder had kept speaking up for Xiao Yun.

No wonder he had not said another word at the Xiao Clan. Even when his grandson had been beaten so badly by Xiao Yun, he had endured it.

So the First Elder had known all along that Xiao Yun possessed strength and had deliberately played deaf and dumb.

Xiao Zhan looked at his son's back as he stood there, feeling both gratified and excited.

Everyone had looked down on his son before. After today's battle, who in all of Wu Tan City would still dare call his son trash?

Even a Five-Star Da Dou Shi had been killed with a single palm strike. Who would still dare?