Chapter 58: Sweeping Through
The four Dou Huang experts before Yao Ling were troublesome but manageable. With the trump cards bestowed upon her by the Medicine Clan, she was confident she could handle them. However, if Xiao Yan turned against her, the situation would become dire.
"Come on, brother, join us!" The sinister man's excitement grew as he noticed the slight unease on Yao Ling's otherwise beautiful, cold face.
But just as his excitement peaked, Xiao Yan's calm voice shattered his delusion.
"What if… I plan to keep this beauty all to myself?" Xiao Yan asked casually.
The sinister man's grin turned cold. "You think too highly of yourself, kid. If that's the case, I'll tie you up and let you watch while we enjoy her. That way, you can burn with desire until it consumes you."
Hearing the vulgar exchange, Yao Ling couldn't hold back her frustration. She shot a cold glare at Xiao Yan and snapped, "Are you here to help me or harm me?"
She had already decided: if Xiao Yan made a move against her, she would escape immediately. She could regroup later, bring her brother back, and reduce these thugs to ashes. Even if Xiao Yan was the Saint Son of the Xiao Clan, her brother would make him pay for overstepping.
"Of course, I'm here to help. We're family, after all," Xiao Yan replied with a warm smile.
"Family? Distant relatives separated by hundreds of generations, maybe," Yao Ling thought with an internal eye roll. Outwardly, she maintained her cold demeanor. "If that's the case, then let's begin."
Xiao Yan nodded.
The sinister man sneered. "Just the two of you? Let's see what makes the elites of the Ancient Clans so special!" He waved his hand. "Brothers, attack!"
He charged toward Yao Ling, his aura erupting with confidence, while four other Dou Huangs moved toward Xiao Yan.
"Let me hold off the seventh tier alchemist. You four take care of that black clad boy and help me afterward," the sinister man ordered with a wicked laugh.
His confidence stemmed from his own seventh tier soul strength, which gave him an advantage against Yao Ling's terrifying soul power. If his comrades handled Xiao Yan quickly, the five of them could easily overpower her.
Just as he lunged toward Yao Ling, a wave of soul energy struck him like a storm.
"Soul skill!" he exclaimed, hastily forming a series of hand seals. His soul energy condensed into an invisible shield around him, but the attack still forced him back several steps, leaving blood streaming from his eyes.
"As expected of an elite from the Ancient Clans," he muttered, shaken.
Fortunately for him, the inheritance of the Yin Yang Evil Saint included soul techniques that had saved him from being gravely injured.
"But the stronger you are, the sweeter the victory will taste," he chuckled darkly, continuing his assault on Yao Ling.
However, before he could attack again, a deafening lion's roar echoed through the ruins.
The sinister man turned to see Xiao Yan's figure transform. His previously lean body expanded to over two meters tall, his muscles taut and gleaming like bronze. A blue lion tattoo, alive with fiery energy, slithered across his skin, its wings unfurling as though it could take flight.
"This kid… something's not right. Finish him quickly!" the sinister man barked, a sudden unease gripping him.
"You should focus on yourself!" Yao Ling's icy voice interrupted as another surge of soul power crashed into him, forcing him to defend himself desperately.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yan cracked his neck and gazed at the four Dou Huangs before him, his expression cold and unyielding.
"This kid isn't simple. Attack together!" one of the Dou Huangs shouted, vanishing into the shadows with a burst of dark Dou Qi an assassin's specialty.
The other three launched their own powerful attacks.
"Frozen Slash!"
"Blazing Demon Fist!"
"Heavy Earth Palm!"
The combined assault of their advanced Dou techniques could destroy mountains, yet Xiao Yan's lips curled into a savage grin.
He responded with sheer physical might: a single punch shattered the Frozen Slash, an elbow strike obliterated the Blazing Demon Fist, and a spinning kick neutralized the Heavy Earth Palm. The residual shockwaves sent the three Dou Huangs flying backward, their faces pale with shock.
At the same time, the shadowy assassin struck from behind, his dagger aimed at Xiao Yan's kidney.
"Night Assassination!"
The assassin's eyes gleamed with triumph. Killing a prodigy of an Ancient Clan would be his crowning achievement. But as his dagger plunged into Xiao Yan's side, no blood flowed.
"An energy body?!" the assassin gasped in horror.
Before he could react, Xiao Yan's fist tore through the air, smashing into his back with a thunderous roar.
Boom! The assassin spat blood, fragments of his internal organs spilling out as his body crumpled into a human shaped crater in the ground.
Xiao Yan casually pulled him out of the rubble by the neck, holding him like a ragdoll.
"With skills like that, you think you can play assassin?" Xiao Yan sneered, tightening his grip.
Crack! The assassin's neck snapped like a twig, his life extinguished in an instant.
The remaining three Dou Huangs trembled in fear. A nine star Dou Huang had been killed in just two moves. Xiao Yan's sheer power far exceeded their expectations.
The sinister man, witnessing the carnage, felt his confidence waver. He had assumed Xiao Yan was merely a lackey tagging along with Yao Ling, but the boy's strength was monstrous.
"We retreat!" he shouted, but another soul attack from Yao Ling forced him back into battle.
Half an incense stick later, the altar was a scene of devastation. Four Dou Huang corpses lay scattered across the ground. Xiao Yan stood tall, his hand gripping the sinister man's throat.
"Spare me! I'll give you anything you want!" the man pleaded, his face twisted in desperation.
"Oh? What can you offer me?" Xiao Yan asked with a sinister smile.
"I have soul cultivation techniques!"
"Those are handed to me without asking."
"I have seventh tier alchemy recipes!"
"I've seen ninth tier recipes too."
"I have the Evil Saint's inheritance it can help you with dual cultivation!"
"Hm? Now that's something I don't have," Xiao Yan said, his eyes lighting up briefly.
Before the man could continue, Xiao Yan's grip tightened.
Crack! The sinister man's neck snapped, and his body slumped lifelessly. Xiao Yan's soul power surged, transforming into a blade that severed the man's spirit. His agonized scream echoed briefly before fading into silence.
With his enemies defeated, Xiao Yan turned his attention back to the altar, where the Yin Yang Twin Flame continued to burn brightly.
"Time to claim it," he said, his gaze shifting to Yao Ling, who was also staring intently at the flame.
(Chapter End)
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