"Bang!"
In the previous moment, Xiao Xiong was still flying in the air. In the next moment, he was behind the black clothed man. When the black clothed man heard the sound, he turned around and chopped with his sword.
Xiao Xiong's figure suddenly appeared behind the black clothed man. He sent out a palm strike and struck his back. "Ka ka!" The sound of bones breaking could be heard.
The black clothed man took a deep breath in pain. When he turned around again, he only saw an afterimage. Xiao Xiong had appeared behind him once again and sent out another palm strike.
"Pu Chi!" The black clothed man cried out and vomited a mouthful of blood.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! "
Xiao Xiong's figure continuously changed. His palms continuously landed on the black clothed man's body. However, the black clothed man could not even touch the corner of his clothes. Blood flowed out of his mouth, and he had no way to resist.
"Hu hu!"
The strong Martial Saint in the distance, who had been blocking Xiao Qiang and the others, suddenly flew over and sent out a palm strike at Xiao Xiong.
Xiao Xiong gave up on the black clothed man and clashed with his palm strike. "Boom!" There was a muffled sound, and tiny ripples actually appeared in the surrounding air.
The two of them each took a few steps back. After an instant, they started fighting again. Fists and legs flew back and forth, and the wind from their palms was like thunder. Their speed was incomparably fast.
Xiao Chen, who was at the side, could not even see the figures of the two of them. He could only hear the unceasing sounds of explosions and the ripples in the air. Xiao Chen was secretly astonished. Even if a Martial Grand Master were to come into contact with the ripples in the air, they would immediately be smashed into pieces.
Xiao Chen turned his gaze to the incomparably weak black clothed man. He rolled his eyes and revealed a sinister smile as he slowly walked over.
"What are you trying to do …" the black clothed man said in panic when he saw the sinister Xiao Chen walking towards him.
He had just been severely injured by Xiao Xiong. With his current combat prowess, an Inferior Grade Martial Disciple could easily kill him.
Xiao Chen could not be bothered to speak nonsense with him. He raised his leg and kicked him to the ground. The black clothed man groaned in pain and was about to say something. Xiao Chen stomped down hard. The black-clothed man cried out in pain and swallowed all the words he wanted to say.
The incomparably strong Martial Saint was trampled by Xiao Chen, an Inferior Grade Martial Master. The black-clothed man felt very sullen in his heart.
"Xiao Chen, hurry up and let go of me, or else I will definitely kill you in the future!" The black-clothed great deity said.
Xiao Chen stepped hard on his face and sneered, "Do you think you still have a chance? I told you not to force me. Didn't you hear me? "
After that, Xiao Chen fiercely stepped on his face a few more times. The veil on the face of the man in black was trampled down, revealing an old face.
His face was covered in Xiao Chen's footprints. Xiao Chen had not thought of killing him like that. That would be letting him off too easily. He thought of the dead Xiao Clan disciples and Xiao Yulan, whose fate was unknown.
Xiao Chen's heart burned with rage. His black eyes were filled with a cold gaze as he lifted the black-clothed man up.
"Pa! Pa! Pa! "
Slap after slap. The originally pale face of the black-clothed man immediately turned red and swollen.
After the slap, Xiao Chen kicked him again. Holding the Lunar Shadow Saber in his hand, Xiao Chen rushed forward quickly. With a flash of his saber, he pierced towards the heart of the black-clothed man.
"Hu!"
The two people fighting with Xiao Xiong suddenly separated. Their figures flashed and they sent a palm strike at Xiao Chen. When Xiao Chen heard the sound of the wind, he quickly dodged. That person did not continue to chase. He lifted the black-clothed man up and dashed forward with a few flashes.
Just one more saber strike and he would have been able to finish off that person. Xiao Chen looked at the direction the two people had left in dissatisfaction.
Xiao Xiong did not chase after the two people. He looked at Xiao Chen and said, "Come with me!"
This was the first time Xiao Chen saw his father in this world. He was not used to it. However, he did not dare to disobey him and obediently followed him.
"Second Young Master, are you alright?!" Bao`er said worriedly as she looked at the wound on Xiao Chen's shoulder from the rubble of the house.
Xiao Chen smiled faintly, "I'm fine. Follow me for now. This place is not very safe."
The two of them followed Xiao Xiong forward. Not long after, they saw Xiao Qiang leading a large group of cultivators over. When he saw Xiao Xiong, he immediately knelt down and said, "This old man is useless, causing the Xiao Clan disciples to suffer heavy casualties. Clan Head, please punish me."
"Clan Head, please punish us," the large group of people behind all knelt down and said.
Xiao Xiong frowned slightly. He stomped heavily on the ground with his right foot. Everyone felt a cool breeze blow, lifting their bodies up.
"First Elder, do a headcount of the dead first. Do your best to save those who are still breathing. Medicinal herbs in the dispensary can be used freely, regardless of their rank."
Xiao Xiong looked at Xiao Qiang and continued, "This matter is not your fault. I am responsible as well. I will wait for you in the great hall."
…
Xiao Clan, Great Hall:
Xiao Xiong sat on a chair in the middle of the great hall. He looked at Xiao Chen and said, "I heard that you obtained the inheritance of the Thunder King?"
Xiao Chen nodded his head in acknowledgment and handed the Lunar Shadow Saber to Xiao Xiong.
Xiao Xiong held the Lunar Shadow Saber in his hands and observed it carefully for a long time. Then, he smiled warmly and said, "Who would have thought that your cultivation talent was so ordinary when you were young. Now that you have obtained the inheritance of the Thunder King, your future accomplishments might be the highest in the Xiao Clan."
Xiao Chen received the Lunar Shadow Saber again. After muttering to himself for a while, he finally asked the question in his heart, "Father, since you have already advanced to Martial King, why did you not chase after those two people?"
Xiao Xiong sighed, "You probably saw that I could fly in the air and thought that I had advanced to Martial King. My current cultivation realm is actually only peak Martial Saint."
"The Leng Clan Leader who fought with me at the end also knows that I only cultivate a Wind Attribute Martial Spirit. That's why I can fly in the air at the peak of Martial Venerable. However, my speed is much slower than a real Martial King."
Xiao Chen suddenly understood. So there was such a reason. This explains everything.
Just at this moment, Xiao Qiang brought a few people over. He said respectfully to Xiao Xiong, "The number of casualties has been calculated. There are a total of 150 people, of which 90 died. Among the 90, there were 3 Martial Grand Masters."
The moment Xiao Qiang said this, everyone present took in a deep breath of cold air. There was actually such a large number of deaths. Most of these people were the elite disciples of the Xiao Clan. Many of them were direct descendants of the Xiao Clan.
Furthermore, there were Martial Grand Masters who died. Those who reached the Martial Grand Master realm could be considered the peak of combat power in Mohe City. Even the Xiao Clan did not have many Martial Grand Masters.
"Clan Head, should we go and talk to City Lord Dugu? They are simply too much by doing this. This is a clan war! "One of the elders of the Xiao Clan said angrily.
Xiao Qiang said somewhat helplessly, "The ones who did this are the people of the Leng Clan. They have the Misty Sword Sect as their backing. City Lord Dugu is unable to control them. Furthermore, they were all masked and did not leave behind any evidence."
Xiao Xiong opened his mouth and said, "How are Yulan and Xiao Jian? Are their lives in danger?"
Xiao Qiang's expression sank as he said, "Their Martial Spirits were severely injured. It looks like they will not be able to fight for the next half a month."
When they heard this, the expressions of everyone in the hall changed. There was still one more week before the Promise of Ten Years would begin. However, the two people who were already confirmed to be participants could not fight.
The Leng Clan's actions were too vicious. They directly crippled the Xiao Clan's participant. According to the rules, the participant could not be changed. This way, the Xiao Clan could only send out Xiao Chen alone to fight.
When Xiao Chen heard this news, he heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. At least his life was not in danger. "Father, I would like to leave for a while and visit Cousin Yulan."
Xiao Xiong nodded his head. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and said, "Wait a moment."
Xiao Chen stopped and asked suspiciously, "Is there something else?" He did not know why, but he felt some fear towards this father in name.
Xiao Xiong walked in front of Xiao Chen and said, "Don't move. Let me see your Martial Spirit."
Martial Spirit again! Xiao Chen was startled. The First Elder had checked his Martial Spirit several times. Now, Xiao Xiong was checking his Martial Spirit again. Why was he doing this?
After a while, Xiao Chen felt a gentle Essence enter Xiao Chen's body. Xiao Chen's heart sank. He repeated the same trick, using his Spiritual Sense to hide his Martial Spirit. Then, he used his Spiritual Sense to imitate a purple flame.
After Xiao Xiong saw it, his expression became much more gentle. He said, "A very pure Purple Flame Martial Spirit. I will give you a few fire attributed Martial Techniques in the future."
Xiao Chen nodded his head in thanks. His back was drenched in cold sweat. The suspicions in his heart grew stronger. He must know something. Is he afraid of the Blue Dragon Martial Spirit in my body?
Xiao Clan, Dispensary: After Xiao Chen asked for the location of Xiao Yulan's room, he hurried over.
"Cousin Yulan, are you asleep? I am Xiao Chen, "Xiao Chen said from outside the door.
"Cousin Xiao Chen, come in, I am not asleep," a weak voice came from inside the room. However, the voice was filled with joy.
Xiao Chen pushed the door open and entered. He saw Xiao Yulan in her white pajamas, struggling to sit up. A faint smile hung on her pale face, but her frown revealed that she was in great pain.
Xiao Chen hurried over and took out a Blood Replenishing Pill. He handed it to Xiao Yulan and said, "Cousin Yulan, don't move first. Quickly consume this Blood Replenishing Pill. Although it cannot heal the injuries to your Martial Spirit, it should be able to heal your internal injuries very quickly."
Xiao Yulan's face turned slightly red. She received the Blood Replenishing Pill and swallowed it without hesitation. She immediately felt a cooling sensation, and the pain in her body lessened significantly.
"Thank you, Cousin Xiao Chen."
Xiao Chen smiled faintly, "There is no need to be so polite. Back then, you saved me once. Now, I am giving you a Blood Replenishing Pill. Compared to the debt of saving my life, this is nothing."
"If there is nothing else, I will take my leave first. Cousin Yulan, rest well."
Hearing this, Xiao Yulan felt an indescribable pain in her heart. Was it just to repay a debt of gratitude?
Seeing that Xiao Chen was about to leave, Xiao Yulan suddenly said, "Cousin Xiao Chen, wait for a moment."
Xiao Chen stopped in his tracks and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Yulan wanted to say something, but after holding it in for a long time, she did not know what to say. Her beautiful face turned red, and in the end, she had no choice but to say, "Cousin Xiao Chen, I can't sleep. Can you accompany me for a chat?"
Xiao Chen was slightly stunned, but he immediately smiled, "Of course."
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