Yang Xuan was still sitting on the horse.
He looked at the words "Xiao Mansion" above the gate with a cold face.
"Looks like I have only killed a few people in Yan Jin, and they think I am a pushover." Yang Xuan's voice was as cold as ice.
Yang Tie heard Yang Xuan's murmur and his body trembled. He couldn't help but remember what happened in Ataraxia City.
The screams of the Sun Family members echoed in his ears again.
The blood that flowed all over the ground reflected his eyes red.
Far away from the Xiao Family, there were countless people who were following them from afar, pointing and whispering.
They had followed Yang Xuan all the way here and wanted to see how things would turn out.
"Who is that young man?" Some people's faces were still deathly pale. That hellish scene kept replaying in their minds.
"He is the elder of the Yang Family." Someone replied as he looked at Yang Xuan from afar with fear in his eyes.
"How can the elder of the Yang Family be so powerful?"
"That's right. There were a dozen people from the Xiao Family and they were all at Level Seven or Level Eight Internal Force. He didn't even blink his eyes and took them down."
"He is not human. He kills people like flies."
Everyone was discussing and guessing the battle between Yang Xuan and the Xiao Family.
The murderous intent in Yang Xuan's eyes was almost tangible.
Looking at the gate of the Xiao Mansion, a few guards were already walking toward him. Yang Xuan didn't want to waste time talking to them.
He just wanted to kill.
"Brat, who are you?" One of the guards had an arrogant expression on his face as he asked.
"BAM!"
A loud sound rang out, and the main door of the Xiao Mansion suddenly split into pieces, sending wood chips flying everywhere.
The guards who were walking toward Yang Xuan were stunned. They turned around at the same time, but they couldn't turn back.
A few golden lights flashed and a few heads flew up. Blood spurted into the air.
The people who were pointing at the Xiao Mansion from afar suddenly went silent. Then, they gasped.
"Who dares to be so presumptuous in the Xiao Mansion?" An angry voice came from inside the Xiao Mansion. Then, a few people flew out.
Xiao Tianlong, the head of the Xiao Family, had already seen the situation at the door from midair.
The main gate of the Xiao Family had already shattered into pieces and disappeared. In front of the ruins, there were several headless corpses.
Xiao Tianlong's heart thumped as he had a bad feeling.
But before he landed on the ground, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing past his ear.
"Where did the cold wind come from?" Xiao Tianlong was stunned.
This was his last thought.
Kacha kacha!
As soon as the people from the Xiao Family landed on the ground, they shattered into countless pieces of ice, covering the ground in front of Yang Xuan. Under the sunlight, it looked like a carpet of gems.
Yang Xuan stood in front of this carpet of life, like an emperor about to ascend to the throne.
Everyone was stunned, not knowing how to react for a long time.
They stared blankly at the ice block in front of Yang Xuan. Their minds buzzed and they couldn't recover for a long time.
"Monster!"
After some time, someone finally shouted in horror.
This scream finally woke up the people who seemed to have fallen into a nightmare. Great fear flashed in their eyes. Their bodies trembled as they turned and ran.
"Run! This person is a monster. "
In an instant, the people who were watching the battle from afar all ran away.
This was different from what they had imagined.
In their imagination, Yang Xuan would kill people and fight with the Xiao Family. They wouldn't be so surprised if Yang Xuan killed everyone in the Xiao Family.
However, who had ever seen someone turn into a dismembered corpse without even saying a word? This scene was far beyond their imagination. It was like a pair of terrifying hands, tightly grasping their throats, making it hard for them to breathe.
Even Yang Tie was trembling. He looked at Yang Xuan with eyes full of fear, unable to speak for a long time.
At this moment, Yang Xuan was like a god, standing tall in his heart and serving him for the rest of his life. It would never be erased.
Facing the ice block, Yang Xuan was neither happy nor sad, as if he had done the most insignificant thing.
He didn't come to fight with the Xiao Family, but to uproot the Xiao Family.
He wanted to tell the world that he, Yang Xuan, the only self-cultivator in the world, had returned.
Yang Xuan's lips curled into a sneer. The five-colored cyclone in his body spun rapidly, and the earth spiritual energy was unprecedentedly active.
"Rumble rumble!"
Yang Tie suddenly felt that the ground seemed to tremble. Vaguely, there was a rumbling sound coming from the ground.
Before he could react, he was scared silly by the unforeseen event in front of him.
At the original location of the Xiao Mansion, there was a tremendous change.
The ground rolled, dust flew, and the gorgeous building collapsed in an instant, turning into ruins.
Several huge cracks appeared on the ground, as if a demon from hell had opened its bloody mouth to devour life.
Screams and screams, accompanied by the sound of the house collapsing, intertwined and became the accompaniment of death.
This was a miracle, but also the end of the world.
Yang Tie looked at the scene in front of him in a daze. His mind was blank, and he couldn't speak anymore.
The rumbling sound was earth-shattering. Countless people ran out of their houses, thinking that there was an earthquake.
But when they saw the scene in front of them, they turned into statues, unable to move for a long time.
After an unknown period of time, the ground stopped shaking, and the Xiao Mansion had become a pile of ruins. Only sporadic screams could be heard.
Uprooted.
This was the true meaning of uprooting.
At this moment, Yang Tie finally understood what it meant to be uprooted.
"Let's go!"
Yang Xuan turned around. Little White screamed, and there was a trace of trembling in its voice.
Even it seemed to be stunned by the scene of the end of the world.
Yang Tie woke up with a start. He looked at Yang Xuan with eyes full of shock and fear.
At this moment, Yang Xuan was like a demon in his eyes, supporting the world.
Yang Xuan was gone, and the Xiao Mansion was razed to the ground.
Everyone fell into silence. No one could say a word.
"The Xiao Family committed a great sin and was punished by the heavens."
This was the answer that everyone in Bian City finally got.
Other than this answer, they couldn't think of any other reasonable explanation.
When the news of the Xiao Mansion being razed to the ground spread like wildfire, Yang Xuan had already rushed to Beijing alone.
He left Little White with Yang Tie to take care of.
He had already turned into a stream of light, and his speed was astonishing.
At this moment, his heart was cold.
Someone even dared to kill a disciple of the Yang Family. One could imagine how much pressure the Yang Family in Beijing was under.
A period of silence in exchange for this result. It seemed that he was too naive.
Everything was illusory. Only power was eternal.
With a thought, heaven and earth turned upside down, dragons and snakes rose from the land, turning the sea into mulberry fields, and revealing the power of heaven and earth. This was the way of a cultivator. This was Yang Xuan's way of doing things.
He didn't need the admiration or respect of others. He only needed everyone to fear him from the bottom of their hearts.
He wanted everyone to know and see clearly that the Yang Family couldn't be offended. He, Yang Xuan, couldn't be offended even more.
Under the moonlight, Beijing City was already in sight. Yang Xuan didn't stop. He directly crossed the city wall and turned into a breeze, sweeping past the guards.
Tonight, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. There was no wind at all. At this time, it wasn't too late. Yan Feiwen's mansion was flickering with lights.
Searching through his memories, Yang Xuan avoided the guards and went directly to Yan Feiwen's room.
At this time, Yan Feiwen was still awake. He was the only one in the room, reading a book.
He frowned as if there was a huge worry in his heart.
The candlelight flickered. Yan Feiwen's hand that was holding the book trembled slightly.
The next moment, he suddenly jumped up, pulled out the sword beside him, and stabbed it.
The cold light reflected the candlelight and pierced through the air. However, it stopped in between Yang Xuan's fingers.
"You've improved." Yang Xuan gently let go of the tip of the sword and said lightly.
"Master Yang?" Yan Feiwen's eyes widened. First, shock appeared on his face. Then, it turned into ecstasy.
"Master Yang, when did you come back?" Yan Feiwen hurriedly put away his sword and asked respectfully.
"I just came back. I came directly to your place." Yang Xuan didn't stand on ceremony with him and sat directly on the chair.
Yan Feiwen hurriedly poured a cup of tea for him, then stood aside respectfully.
Yang Xuan didn't touch the teacup on the table. Instead, he looked at Yan Feiwen quietly.
Yan Feiwen's forehead was covered in sweat and his face gradually turned pale.
"Tell me about the current situation." Yang Xuan asked lightly.
Yan Feiwen's body trembled. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Master Gan is back."
Yang Xuan didn't say anything. He slowly picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. "Tell me the details."
"Not long after Master Yang left, Master Gan Tingjun came back." Yan Feiwen's face turned even paler. "After that, word spread that Master Yang should go to the Gan Residence and kowtow to apologize."
"And then?" Yang Xuan didn't comment and continued to ask.
"But at that time, you had already left Beijing." Yan Feiwen said, "I immediately sent someone to Falling Cloud City. However, it's a long journey. The person who sent the message might have just arrived."
"What's the situation with the Yang Family now?" Yang Xuan asked.
Yan Feiwen didn't answer immediately this time. Instead, he fell silent.
After a long while, he suddenly bowed deeply to Yang Xuan and said sincerely, "Master Yang, I failed to take good care of the Yang Family. Please punish me."
Yang Xuan sneered. His face turned cold.
"Tell me, what happened?"
"A few days ago, Master Gan's first disciple came to the Yang Family." Yan Feiwen said in a deep voice.
Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed. The teacup in his hand had already shattered into pieces. The tea spilled out and soaked the books on the table.
Yan Feiwen turned a blind eye to it. He paused and said in a low voice, "Master Yang is seriously injured …"
"Pa!"
A soft sound rang out. The top quality rosewood table suddenly turned into powder. The memorials and books on the table scattered all over the floor.
Yang Xuan slowly rose to his feet, his face already ice-cold.
He looked at Yan Feiwen and sneered. "What else? How many died? "
Yan Feiwen suddenly felt that the temperature in the room had dropped to freezing point. He couldn't help but tremble. "The Yang Family lost three disciples."
"Haha, good job, Gan Tingjun." Yang Xuan laughed. His voice seemed to come from hell. It was chilling. "You're still being merciful. You didn't wipe out the Yang Family."
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