"Hehe, I wonder what kind of expression that group of elites will have when we appear at the Xiao Residence tomorrow morning."
"They will probably be scared to death. Haha, the Xiao Clan has managed Seven Horn Mountain for hundreds of years. The wealth they have accumulated must be astonishing."
"That's right. After this operation, we will definitely be able to get a share of the benefits. Even if the Heavenly Saint Cult takes the majority, the remaining bits will be enough for us to enjoy."
"The Xiao Clan still has a few girls with tender skin. They're all good stuff. I've been eyeing them for a long time."
"There's no need to be impatient. When the sun rises, everything will be ours. Hahaha."
Xiao Chen withdrew his Spiritual Sense and understood what was going on. His face showed a little fear.
Luckily, the Heavenly Saint Church's situation was not very troublesome. If it had dragged on for another four to six hours, the Xiao Family would have been in big trouble.
A hundred elite Martial Grand Masters, ten Martial Saints, and an Inferior Grade Martial King. With such a sudden attack, the Xiao Clan might not even survive.
Raising his head to look at the eastern sky, it was pitch-black there. The morning star had not yet risen. Xiao Chen jumped off the wall and walked out of the city.
Because of the Seven Horn Mountain, the Xiao Clan's main camp was not located within the city. Instead, it was located at the foot of the mountain outside the city.
The city was quiet. Apart from some merchants who had woken up early, there was no other sound.
With a light leap, Xiao Chen jumped over the city wall that was dozens of meters high. Without alerting any of the city guards, Xiao Chen left the city.
Xiao Chen stopped at a bend in the road and jumped into an abandoned teahouse. He took out a bow from his Universe Ring and waited quietly with his eyes closed.
That bow was the Soul Slayer Bow. As Xiao Chen's strength increased, the might of the bow would also increase. He rarely used it, but at this moment, he could put it to good use.
This was the only way to the Xiao Clan. If he wanted to go to the Xiao Clan, he had to pass through this place.
Time passed slowly. It was unknown when the morning star had appeared, but the eastern sky was faintly turning white.
In the great hall of the Zhang Clan in Mohe City, Zhang Yan looked at the morning star in the east and said, "Let's go! We will wash the Xiao Clan in blood and monopolize Mohe City!"
"Wash the Xiao Clan in blood and monopolize Mohe City!"
"Wash the Xiao Clan in blood and monopolize Mohe City!"
The hundreds of elite cultivators in the hall opened their eyes and shouted excitedly.
Under Zhang Yan's lead, the hundred-odd men charged out of the city, brimming with killing Qi.
At this moment, the sky had already begun to brighten, and there were already a few pedestrians on the streets. Looking at the Zhang Clan elites who were brimming with killing intent, their faces warped in horror.
"I'm afraid that Mohe City is going to change!" an old man said with a sigh.
After exiting the city gate, the speed of this group of people increased by a lot, and their faces were brimming with eager expressions.
Thinking of the vast resources of the Xiao Clan, Xiao Chen's right hand, which was holding the weapon, trembled slightly. Glory, splendor, wealth, and rank were sufficient for them to enjoy for the rest of their lives.
One of the Zhang Clan's guest elders, who was beside Zhang Yan, asked in a relaxed manner, "Clan Head, what do you think the chances of success are for this operation?"
Zhang Yan chuckled and said, "Is there a need to ask? Two years ago, the envoy personally made a move, and Xiao Xiong was severely injured. The other experts that he roped in have all left. With just the strength of the Xiao Clan, there is only one word for them — death! "
"What did you say to the envoy? I remember that he specifically reminded us not to touch the Xiao Clan."
Zhang Yan said calmly, "This group of people only cares about money. I will give him eighty percent of the gains this time. What else can he say?"
"Brothers, put in more effort and run faster. Kill all the men of the Xiao Clan. Gold, silver, treasures, natural treasures, and all sorts of beauties will all be yours!"
Zhang Yan turned his head and shouted, raising the morale of the group once again.
Beauties and wealth could always boost the morale of the group at a crucial moment. At this moment, the morale of the group was at an all-time high.
The guest elder at the side took the opportunity to flatter Zhang Yan, saying, "With this morale, we should be able to deal with the Xiao Clan in two hours."
Zhang Yan nodded and smiled. "Everything is possible."
"Weng!"
Right after Zhang Yan spoke, an arrow flew over. Before the guest elder's smile faded, a bloody hole appeared in his chest.
That arrow did not lose any momentum. 'Sou! Sou!' It pierced through the chests of another ten people before stabbing deeply into the ground. The tail of the arrow trembled.
"Weng! Weng!
Weng! Weng! "The arrows in the distance tore through the air, flying over continuously. They were so fast that one could not even see their shadows. Only miserable cries rang out, and ten people immediately died.
The speed of the arrows was simply too fast. In just a few seconds, thirty-odd people had already died. All of them had died with one arrow piercing through their chests, their hearts shattering.
"Enemy attack! Get down! All of you, get down!" Zhang Yan's expression changed drastically as he shouted in panic.
The remaining seventy-odd elite cultivators all paled in fright. They had all been alive a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, they had all died. This situation was too terrifying. "Xiu! Xiu!
Xiu! "
Three cultivators who reacted slower did not have time to get down. The huge force of the arrows sent them flying into the air.
Protective Essence and the Heart Protecting Mirror did not help at all.
"What in the world is going on?!"
Horror spread through the crowd. All the cultivators prostrated themselves on the ground, not even daring to raise their heads.
They could not figure out what had happened. Earlier, they were all thinking about how to wash the Xiao Clan in blood, how to enjoy the beauties and treasures.
Zhang Yan's cultivation was the highest. He activated his vision and looked into the distance. He saw an intersection two kilometers away.
A white-robed youth stood in an abandoned teahouse. He held a bow in his hand and drew the bowstring. He looked at the group expressionlessly.
"Damn it! How dare you kill the people of my Zhang Clan? You must be tired of living." Zhang Yan's eyes looked like they were going to spew fire. He said to the few Martial Saint experts beside him, "That person is in the teahouse two kilometers away. The few of you, sneak over."
The few Martial Saints who were called out were extremely unwilling. However, when they saw Zhang Yan's sullen face, they could only carefully bow and walk forward. "Bang! Bang!
Bang! "
The moment these Martial Saints raised their heads, an arrow pierced through their foreheads before they could even cry out miserably.
"Run!"
Such a horrifying scene happened before everyone's eyes, scaring the group of people. They immediately got up and fled in a sorry state.
At this moment, they had completely forgotten about washing the Xiao Clan in blood, monopolizing Mohe City, glory, splendor, and riches.
Since they were already dead, what was the point of having more? Zhang Yan panicked. He called out a few times, but no one listened to him. All of them only cared about fleeing, not caring about anything else.
However, this group of people were not even Martial Kings. How could they outrun Xiao Chen? In a flash, Xiao Chen moved several hundred meters.
Zhang Yan drew his bow and fired. Many lives were lost to the arrows. Then, he boldly charged at Xiao Chen while roaring angrily.
However, the arrow that flew at him completely frightened him out of his wits. That arrow was too fast. He had to use his Cloning Technique before he managed to shift his body at the critical moment.
The arrow pierced through his chest. Zhang Yan managed to keep his life. He could not care about anything else and joined the fleeing group.
In the end, no matter how fast they ran, they could not be faster than Xiao Chen. Even without the Blood Flame Shoes, Xiao Chen could move at Mach 2. How could he outrun Zhang Yan?
From the moment this group of people left the city, they were destined to meet only one end: death.
Soon, only Zhang Yan remained of the hundred-odd people. Corpses littered the streets of the city gates, a ghastly sight.
Blood flowed continuously from Zhang Yan's chest. He panicked as he ran for his life into the city.
Xiao Chen had a calm expression as he nocked an arrow and drew back the bowstring. Then, he marked Zhang Yan's chest with his Spiritual Sense. When the bow was fully drawn, he released.
Xiao Chen used all his strength in this arrow. The injured Zhang Yan had no chance of dodging.
As Zhang Yan fled in a fluster, he could not help but turn his head to look.
This time, he no longer had a chance to turn around. The arrow pierced his chest with a 'xiu' sound.
A huge force burst out, carrying his body up into the air. Finally, he hung on the city wall before stopping with a bang.
The morning sun had just risen, and its rays shone in all directions.
Before Zhang Yan died, he saw the sun rise one last time. However, he could not figure out what was going on.
The words "Everything is possible" seemed to echo in his ears.
The morning sun rose, covering the ground.
The tightly shut doors and windows of the Xiao Clan's courtyard opened. The Xiao Clan disciples walked out of their rooms and headed for the drill grounds.
The Xiao Clan's Clan Head, Xiao Xiong, had arrived long ago. He wore tight robes and looked at the Xiao Clan disciples with a stern expression.
"Morning training begins. Be alert. No one is allowed to slack off."
Following Xiao Xiong's command, the disciples started to practice the Xiao Clan's Fist Technique in an orderly fashion.
Fist winds blew, and cheers shook the ground. As the sun shone on the drill grounds, the Xiao Clan disciples looked spirited.
What they didn't know was that just two hours ago, the Xiao Family had just escaped from a calamity.
They also did not know that there was a person in the distance watching them.
On a high ground four kilometers away from the Xiao Clan's courtyard, Xiao Chen looked straight at the people in the drill grounds.
He circulated his Essence to his eyes. To Xiao Chen, four kilometers was nothing. He could see every blade of grass, every tree, every flower, and every tree in the entire Xiao Clan's courtyard.
Xiao Chen just watched quietly, revealing a peaceful smile on his handsome face. His white clothes and hair fluttered in the cool breeze.
"Speaking of which, if you keep watching like this, are you really not going in?" Ao Jiao's melodious voice came from the Lunar Shadow Saber.
Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "There is no need. I will just watch."
Ao Jiao continued to ask, "You have done so much for the Xiao Clan. Your father will definitely not blame you. Are you really not going to ask him why he chased you away?"
Xiao Chen did not say anything. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and said slowly, "How can there be a father who chases his son away in this world? The pressure he is under is definitely greater than mine. My strength is not enough to relieve him of the pressure in his heart. It is best not to ask."
If he did not have enough strength to ask, it would only increase the pressure on the other party. When he was strong enough, everything would come to light.
"Zi zi!"
Suddenly, the remnant moisture in the air started churning. Xiao Chen stretched out his hands and controlled the moisture.
"Life Bestowal Spell!"
With a shout, the moisture turned into fourteen lively birds under Xiao Chen's control, chirping non-stop.
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