The table burst open, splinters flying in all directions. However, Xiao Yan’s expression remained unchanged as he held a teacup in his hand, as calm as a tranquil lake, showing no trace of ripples. In response to the sinister voice of the middle-aged man with a grim expression, Xiao Yan looked up, glanced at him lightly, and slowly said, “They were just some dregs; killing them was nothing.”
Seeing that Xiao Yan had so boldly admitted it, the onlookers felt somewhat surprised, and realization dawned upon them. Evidently, this young man was not an easy target. Otherwise, speaking so boldly in this situation would be foolish.
Hearing Xiao Yan’s words, the burly men’s murderous gaze intensified, their eyes fixed menacingly on Xiao Yan, as if they were ready to tear him apart at the elder’s command.
“Boy, you’re bold,” the middle-aged man’s face twitched slightly, and then he spoke in a cold, ruthless tone, “As you said, most of those people were weak dregs, but unfortunately, among them was my unambitious nephew. What do you think should be done about this?”
At his words, Xiao Yan raised his eyes, sipped a bit of tea under the watchful eyes of the crowd, and replied coolly, “Even if I knew beforehand, I wouldn’t have held back.”
Xiao Yan’s words caused an uproar and made the middle-aged man’s face turn dark. In his rage, he gradually calmed down. His composed demeanor hinted at either immense strength or a powerful background.
Weighing his thoughts, the middle-aged man suppressed his surging murderous intent, glanced over Xiao Yan, and said in a icy tone, “I am Chief Quisha of the Wolfpack Gang. Boy, if today you can show me a force that I would be wary of, then I will swallow this humiliation!”
“There’s no need for such tests. Rest assured, there are only three of us here, and we have no significant backing. So, you don’t need to worry,” Xiao Yan smiled, replying.
His words were met with a burst of laughter, and under the mocking chuckles, Quisha’s mouth twitched, his eyes filled with violent intent.
With a sudden surge of fury, Quisha moved. He swung his right leg, twisting his body in mid-air, and aimed a fierce kick at Xiao Yan’s head with a devastating force that tore through the air.
Quisha’s sudden, brutal attack caused many to exclaim. Indeed, he was every bit as reckless as the rumors suggested.
Facing this ferocious and unexpected attack, Xiao Yan didn’t even raise his eyes. With a light swipe of his right hand, it clashed with Quisha’s leg, producing a low thud, followed by a shockwave that shattered the surrounding tables.
In a fleeting moment, the two separated. Xiao Yan remained unmoved, though the chair he sat on turned to powder. On the other hand, Quisha staggered back several steps, clearly revealing the disparity in their strengths.
“Is this boy really a Battle Emperor?” The brief exchange exposed Xiao Yan’s strength, leaving the crowd somewhat shocked. While Battle Emperors were not uncommon in the Black-Corner Region, it was rare to see one so young.
Generally, reaching Battle Emperor level early indicated exceptional talent and potential. It was clear that, given enough time, Xiao Yan could become a formidable Battle Sect, and maybe even a Dou Zun, if the opportunity arose.
Stabilizing himself, Quisha was also shocked. He hadn’t expected that someone as young as Xiao Yan could be a Battle Emperor of similar rank, and seemingly, even more advanced.
With his Three-star Battle Emperor strength, Quisha couldn’t accurately gauge Xiao Yan’s true power, hence his earlier arrogance.
“Truly, I was blind…” Quisha took a deep, cold breath, his heart now doused in a bucket of cold water. He had been blinded by rage, and now, he realized the true horror of the opponent’s strength.
Under the watchful eyes, Quisha’s face alternated between pale and green, his thoughts racing. Finally, his malevolent aura subsided, and he bowed to Xiao Yan, saying, “I admit defeat. I will remember this and seek recompense another day.”
Waving his hand, he started to leave, but as he did, Xiao Yan’s gaze flashed with a hint of menace.
“What do you want? This is Black Imperial Sect territory.” Quisha’s face changed slightly, sensing the threat in Xiao Yan’s eyes.
“Let her land three punches. If you survive, you may leave. If not, you die.” Xiao Yan pointed to Zi Yan, speaking calmly.
Zi Yan, surprised at first, her face lit up with excitement. The onlookers followed Xiao Yan’s finger to see the cute Zi Yan, puzzled. Was he really going to pit a little girl against Quisha?
Quisha, equally stunned, felt a surge of anger. “I’ll take your three punches. No need to involve a little girl. If she gets hurt, it’ll be a mess.”
Ignoring him, Xiao Yan smiled at Zi Yan, “Go ahead, hold nothing back.”
“Alright!” Zi Yan nodded, her fingers clenching, bones cracking, and she marched towards Quisha.
“You asked for this. I don’t care about protecting the weak. If something happens, it’s your own fault,” Quisha snarled as Zi Yan approached.
As Quisha spoke, Zi Yan reached him. She glanced at the giant man towering over her, clenched her small fists, and struck, causing a sonic boom. The hall fell silent as they watched the air crack from her blow.
Quisha’s face changed as he unleashed his Dou Qi, but it was too late. Zi Yan’s fist smashed into his chest, and he spat blood, flying back, crashing into a pillar with a loud thud, causing the hall to shake.
The crowd, shocked, saw the girl’s tiny form brim with such power. Their eyes turned to Xiao Yan, smiling, finding him increasingly enigmatic.
Now, most labeled Xiao Yan as dangerous. Appearances were indeed deceiving in the Black-Corner Region.
Zi Yan, however, wasn’t done. She darted like a cannonball, aiming another punch at the injured Quisha.
Quisha, terrified, shouted, “Moshao, save me!”
As Quisha cried out, a white figure appeared, intercepting Zi Yan’s next punch. A calm, laughing voice rang out, “A young lady, why such lethal force? There must be no casualties in the Black Emperor Pavilion.”
The white-robed figure deftly redirected Zi Yan’s blow, almost causing her to stumble. Enraged, Zi Yan lunged again, but the white-robed figure, skilled in countering brute force, effortlessly blocked her, pushing her back.
Caught mid-air, Zi Yan struggled, but the white-robed figure’s expertise sealed her retreat. Suddenly, a black shadow intervened, grabbing Zi Yan and pulling her back, then punching with a fiery gust, colliding with the white-robed figure.
The clash reverberated, and both stepped back. Releasing Zi Yan, Xiao Yan looked at the white-robed figure, his eyes cold. “Isn’t it excessive to use such force against a little girl?”
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