"Brat, seems you know quite a lot…" An immense pressure suddenly erupted from He Qian's body. The aura of a Dou Wang surged outward without restraint, sweeping directly toward Xiao Yan like a landslide. "But the more you know, the faster you die."
"Your perverted son-in-law said something similar to me." Xiao Yan smiled faintly. "Guess what happened to him?"
In the next instant, the power of Yao Lao surged forth from within the ring, flowing into Xiao Yan's body. Immediately, an aura that far surpassed that of an ordinary Dou Wang erupted from Xiao Yan's body.
"This aura… is that… a Dou Huang? How is that possible?!" He Qian's face stiffened instantly as he sensed the sudden spike in Xiao Yan's presence. He simply couldn't fathom how a kid not even ten years old, whose cultivation was only at the level of a Dou Shi, could release the aura of a Dou Huang!
"Brat! Don't think you can fool me with some cheap illusion trick!" After the initial shock, He Qian regained his composure. No matter how monstrous one's talent was, reaching Dou Shi before ten was already unthinkable. As for Dou Huang… that was just a fantasy! Even if Xiao Yan had started cultivating in the womb, it would still be impossible.
Convinced it was all a bluff, he coldly waved his hand and barked, "Kill him! All of you! Slaughter that brat!"
At his command, the mercenaries and He Clan guards hesitated, exchanging uneasy glances. Although they couldn't sense the full extent of Xiao Yan's aura like He Qian, they could feel how terrifying it was—more powerful even than their own master. Rushing in like that seemed like suicide.
"What are you afraid of?! He's just bluffing!" He Qian roared furiously. "He's just a child! Whoever kills him becomes the next leader of the Shechao Mercenary Corps and gets a Profound Class Dou Technique as a reward!"
Lured by the generous promise, a few mercenaries couldn't resist. Their eyes gleamed with greed as they drew their weapons and charged at Xiao Yan.
These mercenaries were all above Five-Star Dou Shi. In the former Shechao Mercenary Corps, they had ranked just below the three Da Dou Shi. Now, enticed by power and reward, they lunged toward Xiao Yan without fear.
But Xiao Yan didn't even bother to move. With a simple wave of his hand, a blast of bone-white flame erupted from his palm. The few Dou Shi were immediately engulfed in flames, reduced to ash without even having time to scream.
"Hiss..."
Gasps of horror filled the air. Everyone present stared at Xiao Yan in disbelief. Those mercenaries who hadn't moved now felt thankful they'd stayed put. If they had rushed in, they would've become cinders too.
"Still think I'm bluffing?" Xiao Yan calmly retracted his hand and glanced at He Qian with indifference. A Dou Wang might be powerful in the Jia Ma Empire, but before Yao Lao, such strength was nothing. Even without his full power, Yao Lao could still crush a Dou Wang like He Qian with ease.
"You…" He Qian's eyes narrowed in fear. After personally witnessing Xiao Yan's terrifying might, he could no longer doubt it. This boy might actually have the strength to match the aura of a Dou Huang—and that kind of opponent wasn't someone he could face.
In the Jia Ma Empire, no Dou Zong had appeared yet. A Dou Huang was essentially at the pinnacle of power. Against such an opponent, He Qian stood no chance.
He Qian suddenly had a thought. He grabbed a bound villager nearby and pressed a blade to their neck. "Brat! Drop your weapon and don't move, or this person dies!"
"Oh?" Xiao Yan looked at him like he was a fool. Then, with a flick of his hand, more bone-white flames erupted, instantly reducing several nearby mercenaries to nothingness.
"I'd like to see how you'll not be polite with me."
"Bastard!" He Qian roared and slashed the throat of the villager in his grip. Blood sprayed as the lifeless body fell to the ground. "See that?! If you move again, I'll kill every last one of these people! You don't want to see so many innocents die because of you, do you?!"
"Oh, so I'm supposed to just stand there and wait to be executed?" Xiao Yan sneered, his tone mocking. "How laughable." With a swing of the heavy black ruler, he cut down several more mercenaries rushing toward him. "You really think your threats work on me?"
"Kill him!" He Qian screamed again. At his command, the guards raised their blades and began slaughtering the kneeling villagers. Blood sprayed in all directions, heads rolled, and the ground turned red.
"Stop! Stop killing them!" Before Xiao Yan could respond, Xiao Yixian, who had been standing behind him, cried out. She could no longer bear to watch the bloodshed.
Xiao Yan frowned and quickly knocked her unconscious with a chop to the neck. He knew full well that what was coming would only be bloodier—this was just the beginning of the carnage.
"Hahaha!" He Qian suddenly burst into wild laughter, as if Xiao Yixian's pleas had given him hope. "What now? Are you going to surrender yet? If you keep this up, more will die because of you!"
"What nonsense are you spewing?" Xiao Yan tilted his head slightly, wearing an innocent look. "How is this my fault?"
"If you'd just stopped resisting, they wouldn't have had to die!" He Qian dragged another terrified hostage forward, pressing a blade to their throat. "The more you fight back, the more people will die!"
"As expected of a family head—shameless to the end." Xiao Yan raised his ruler again, now wreathed in thick black flame. The surrounding natural energy began to swirl wildly, reacting to his power. "You're the ones doing the killing. What does that have to do with me?"
"Wait! Don't you want to save these people?!" He Qian screamed, panic finally setting in. "If you don't stop now, we'll slaughter the entire village!"
"Go ahead." Xiao Yan's grin widened, the black fire around him blazing even fiercer. "Whether these people live or die, what's it got to do with me?"
(End of Chapter)
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