Chapter 57: The Annihilation of the Leo Family!
Xiao Yan felt the surge of his cultivation advancing to the sixth star of the Fighter rank.
“Wow! Just by absorbing a single Xuanhuang Flame, I’ve reached the sixth star—jumped five entire levels,” Xiao Yan exclaimed joyfully.
“That’s because your level is low. If you were at a higher rank, you wouldn’t progress nearly as much,” Qian Mo replied calmly. “Take this pill. Advancing so quickly isn’t good for your foundation,” Qian Mo added, producing a pellet in her hand.
“Teacher, what is this?” Xiao Yan asked.
“Oh, it’s a pill to stabilize your foundation.”
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan swallowed it in one gulp.
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The Xiao Clan
Today was the day of the clan’s testing tournament, held once every eight years. The clan’s plaza was packed with Xiao family youths.
Xiao Yan stood among the crowd. “It’s quite lively,” he murmured to himself.
He glanced at the testing platform, where Xiao Ning was about to be tested, his hand against the testing stone.
“Xiao Ning, Dou Qi level six, intermediate stage.”
“Wow, Cousin Xiao Ning is truly remarkable! At such a young age, to have reached the sixth level of Dou Qi,” exclaimed the onlookers.
They nodded in agreement. “Indeed, Xiao Ning is a rare talent for his age,” the elders watching from the platform commented, stroking their beards in approval.
...
The testing continued until it was Xiao Yan’s turn.
“Next, Xiao Yan.”
“Wow, it’s the third young master!”
Xiao Yan walked up, drawing everyone’s attention. He placed his hand on the stone.
With a hum and a crack, the testing stone split open.
This stone could only measure up to the first star of the Fighter rank, but Xiao Yan had already reached the sixth star. Naturally, the stone couldn’t withstand it—it shattered instantly.
“What?!”
“The testing stone actually broke?!”
Everyone cried out in shock.
“Haha! Truly worthy of being my son, Xiao Zhan’s child—excellent!” Xiao Zhan laughed heartily, slapping his chair.
“Indeed, the third young master is outstanding—only eight years old and already beyond the Fighter rank. This is a great blessing for our Xiao Clan,” the senior members exclaimed, filled with joy.
“Brother Xiao Yan is amazing! At such a young age, he’s already stepped into the ranks of Fighters,” Xiao Mei said, mouth agape in astonishment.
“So powerful even without Emperor Dou bloodline. If he had it, he’d overturn the heavens,” Xiao Xun’er said in awe.
Among all the ancient clans—even in every family—none had achieved such a feat at eight years old.
...
The eight-year test concluded swiftly, and those wishing to curry favor with Xiao Yan came forth.
In his room—
“Yan’er, have you ever killed anyone?” Qian Mo asked.
“Teacher, why ask this suddenly? No, I haven’t,” Xiao Yan replied, feeling a strange foreboding.
“Tonight, I want you to kill. Start with the Jia Leo Clan,” Qian Mo said.
“You must understand: every king emerges from a pile of corpses; a strong man’s hands are never free of blood,” Qian Mo spoke calmly.
“I understand, teacher.” Xiao Yan clenched his fists.
“Go and ask Clan Leader Xiao to gather the family’s forces. Tonight, we set out!”
Qian Mo gazed into the night sky, murmuring, “Tonight... is a perfect night for killing.”
...
Xiao Yan quickly relayed the message to his father. His father, upon hearing of the lifting of the seal, was overjoyed. After so long, finally, they could take action against the Jia Leo Clan.
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Soon, the elders were summoned for a meeting.
To them, the Jia Leo Clan had no Dou King, while they possessed five. There was nothing to fear.
“Master Yao said we should let the high-level cultivators block the perimeter, preventing Jia Leo members from escaping, and let the juniors gain experience. With Master Yao here, we don’t need to worry,” Xiao Zhan declared.
“Indeed, this makes sense. The younger generation should have their hands stained with blood,” the four elders nodded in agreement.
Young people nowadays only cultivate and never kill; they’ll never accomplish anything. With Master Yao present, they were even more reassured.
...
Late at night.
A tranquil atmosphere prevailed, tinged with a strong scent of blood.
Indeed, the Xiao Clan’s forces had surrounded the Jia Leo Clan.
“What are you doing?! This is the Jia Leo territory—you dare act so recklessly!” the clan leader of Jia Leo roared in fury.
All across the Jia Leo lands, corpses lay everywhere, blood flowing freely. Every hand held fresh blood. The younger Xiao Clan members, seeing the blood and bodies, vomited.
It’s natural—they’re experiencing it for the first time.
“Not good, Jia Lebi is a Grand Dou Master. Our juniors can’t handle him,” a Xiao elder said anxiously.
“Don’t worry, let's watch for now,” said a Jia Leo clan elder, finished with the perimeter escapees.
Just then, Xiao Yan arrived, gripping the Heavy Blade, its edge stained with crimson blood.
“Stand aside—let me handle this,” Xiao Yan said coldly to the terrified crowd ahead, a faint smile on his face—a sign of bloodlust.
“So you’re Jia Lebi, clan leader of Jia Leo? Let me experience the power of a Grand Dou Master,” he challenged, charging forward with his blade.
“Nineteen Gale Blades!”
Countless wind blades appeared, merging with the blade’s attack.
“How arrogant! A mere six-star Fighter dares speak to me like this—you’re courting death!” Jia Lebi’s face darkened, veins popping as he roared in rage.
“High-level Xuan rank, Three Demon Slaughters!”
“One Demon—Slaughter in Fury!”
“Two Demons—Single Strike Kill!”
“Three Demons—Heavenly Demon Slaughter!”
Enraged, Jia Lebi unleashed his strongest attack against Xiao Yan’s blade.
Thunder rumbled.
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The Xiao Clan juniors, too weak, died or were wounded. The elders rescued the injured in time.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A figure was hammered out, crashing into the wall, smashing through several obstacles before coming to a stop.
“The third young master! Yan’er!”
Indeed, the one thrown out was Xiao Yan.
The difference in cultivation was too great—even with the Golden Brahma Body, he couldn’t withstand a Grand Dou Master’s full-force attack. Still, Xiao Yan was only knocked aside; the Golden Brahma Body protected him from serious injury, though blood trickled from his lips.
Conversely, Jia Lebi felt something strange—his attack seemed to strike a mountain.
“So hard! What is this? How could a Fighter’s body be so tough? And that flame I sensed—so hot! Could it be a legendary strange fire? But so what—I still knocked him back.” Jia Lebi struggled to stand, disbelief heavy in his voice.
Indeed, Xiao Yan’s wind blades were infused with the Xuanhuang Flame, increasing their power.
“It’s still the gap in rank,” Xiao Yan said, propping his blade and wiping the blood from his mouth.
“But compared to master, I’m still way behind,” Xiao Yan recalled the torment from Qian Mo over the past three years, shivering involuntarily.
Qian Mo had set up a barrier outside the Jia Leo Clan, ensuring nothing inside would be heard outside.
“As long as the third young master is safe,” everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Just now, Qian Mo had messaged them to merely watch; no need to intervene—this was Xiao Yan’s trial.
After the recent clash, the powerful aura had shattered the Jia Leo Clan’s buildings. Now, only Xiao Zhan and the elders remained; the others had been sent back.
On the battlefield—
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Jia Lebi stared at the figure emerging from the dissipating smoke, eyes narrowed in disbelief. “No, impossible! That was my full-force attack—how could he be unharmed? He’s only a Fighter, and I’m a Grand Dou Master!”
His eyes were bloodshot.
“Hmph! You overestimate Grand Dou Masters. Do you really think you’re strong? Let me show you what it feels like to be slain by a Fighter!”
“Desolate Finger!”
Xiao Yan charged, shouting, “First finger—Starfall!”
“What kind of battle skill is that?”
“Ahhh! Impossible!”
“Bearfire World!”
Jia Lebi, nearly drained of Dou Qi, forced himself to unleash his signature move against Xiao Yan.
Thunder crashed.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Xiao Yan gave him no respite, following up with the second finger.
“Second finger—Mountains and Rivers!”
Boom!
A body fell from above, clothes tattered, face pale, lifeless.
Jia Lebi.
Xiao Yan, his Dou Qi exhausted, collapsed.
“I—I actually... killed a Grand Dou Master,” Xiao Yan gasped, struggling to speak.
He retrieved a pill from his ring and swallowed it, sitting cross-legged to recover.
“Tsk tsk, what carnage,” Qian Mo remarked as he appeared, surveying the blood-soaked ground.
“But so what? As long as I’m satisfied.”
“Haha!”
A flame blossomed in Qian Mo’s hand, sweeping across the ground.
“System, convert all valuables here into Universal Coins—forget the rest.”
“Ding, two hundred thousand Universal Coins have been deposited.”
The system’s cold voice sounded.
“Not bad—so much from a small, obscure clan. More than I expected by tens of thousands,” Qian Mo mused. He hadn’t expected such riches from a minor clan. Clearly, they’d pilfered them from somewhere else.
Now, as a benefactor, he’d take it all.
Heh heh.
Soon, the corpses and blood were burned away by the flames.
The five Xiao Clan members rushed in.
“Yan’er... so it’s Master Yao. How is Yan’er?” Xiao Zhan asked worriedly, torn between joy and concern.
“Master Yao,” the four elders greeted him with cupped hands.
They were delighted that Yan’er, a Fighter, had slain a Grand Dou Master, but also anxious about possible serious injury.
“Don’t worry—Yan’er is fine, just drained of Dou Qi. With some pills and meditation, he’ll recover quickly,” Qian Mo said, utterly unperturbed.
“Good! That puts my mind at ease,” everyone sighed in relief.
This was the lifeblood of the Xiao Clan—anything happening to him would spell trouble.
“All right, clean up here. I’ve already tidied up the mess—just bring people to secure the place,” Qian Mo instructed.
“Yes,” they responded, immediately springing into action. With Xiao Yan safe, they could proceed boldly.
Meanwhile—
The Jia Leo Clan—
Destroyed!
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Author: After writing this chapter, I feel like I’m floating—hahaha!!
(End of chapter)