The masked Dou Wang froze at the sound of the sudden voice, his eyes wide with alarm as he whipped his head around.
In the distance, a streak of purple light was speeding toward them.
The masked Dou Wang would never forget the face of the newcomer.
Xiao Yan!
How did that little bastard get back so quickly? Was my plan leaked?! Impossible! Only a handful of people knew about this, and all of them are my most trusted subordinates!
Yun Leng's expression turned exceedingly ugly, a seed of unease sprouting in his heart. Most terrifying of all, he hadn't sensed Xiao Yan's approach in the slightest!
In the brief moment he was lost in thought, Xiao Yan had already soared into the Xiao Clan's front courtyard. He landed with a screeching halt, sliding a dozen meters across the ground to position himself in front of Xiao Zhan.
With a flash from the storage ring on his finger, the Heavy Xuan Ruler appeared in his hand. He swung it diagonally toward the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust as his robes billowed around him.
At that moment, Xiao Yan's face was a mask of fury and lingering fear.
He never imagined that old Zhou had been right. That old bastard Yun Leng actually came for revenge! If not for Zhou's warning, he would never have made it back to Wu Tan City so quickly.
The consequences of that would have been unimaginable.
Xiao Yan didn't even dare to think about what fate would have befallen the Xiao Clan.
Yun Leng ignored Xiao Yan, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings. He unleashed the full extent of his Dou Wang-level perception, searching the largest possible area for any unfamiliar auras. Yet, no matter how hard he searched, he found nothing out of the ordinary. This made his eyes narrow, and the ominous feeling in his heart grew stronger.
The masked men who had been charging toward Xiao Zhan and the two elders also halted in their tracks at Xiao Yan's appearance, turning their gazes to Yun Leng. They were all deacons of the Yunlan Sect and had witnessed the three-year agreement firsthand. Thus, even though Xiao Yan was only a Da Dou Shi, his arrival made them hesitate, awaiting new orders from their great elder.
"You little bastard, you came back alone? Where is that whelp, Zhou Changqing?" Yun Leng asked, his voice a low rasp. Although his identity had been exposed, as long as he kept his face covered and admitted nothing, no one could connect this incident to him afterward. Even if they knew in their hearts, they wouldn't, and couldn't, speak of it.
Xiao Yan sneered, pointing his Heavy Xuan Ruler at Yun Leng in the air. "Old bastard, what's wrong? Scared of old Zhou? Trying to see if he's here?"
"Are you hoping to avoid the humiliation of being defeated in a single blow again, or are you just afraid you won't be leaving here alive today?" The mockery in his words was palpable.
A dark look crossed Yun Leng's face, his eyes filled with venom and rage. "Little bastard, no matter what happens today, your Xiao Clan will be wiped out completely!"
"And that whelp had better be here too! I'll show him what true torture is!"
"Oh? Is that so? Then, Great Elder Yun Leng, how exactly do you plan on torturing me? I'm quite curious."
Before his words had even faded, a mocking voice sounded from directly behind Yun Leng.
The hair on Yun Leng's body stood on end. He shot forward abruptly, spinning around to look behind him.
There, a figure clad in white stood silently in mid-air. On his back was a pair of wings that looked as if they were forged from metal, arcs of lightning crackling across their surface. The light from the sparks illuminated a handsome face with sharp brows and starlike eyes in the darkness of the night.
Zhou Changqing!
Yun Leng's pupils contracted violently, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
It was too strange!
He was a high-level Dou Wang, yet Zhou Changqing, whose cultivation was lower than his, had appeared behind him so silently that he hadn't sensed a thing. If his opponent had launched a surprise attack, he probably wouldn't have even had a chance to fight back. Having personally experienced Zhou Changqing's combat prowess, Yun Leng knew full well that he couldn't win, even if he went all out, let alone if he was ambushed.
Seeing Yun Leng react like a mouse before a cat, the smirk on Zhou Changqing's face widened. "Great Elder Yun Leng, why so tense? Weren't you just hoping I'd show up? This look on your face doesn't exactly scream confidence."
"You bastard! You've gone too far!"
The fear in Yun Leng's heart was quickly replaced by a wave of endless humiliation and fury under Zhou Changqing's taunts.
"Heh." Zhou Changqing shook his head slightly, and then the smile on his face vanished, his eyes turning to ice. "Forget it. Wasting another word on a treacherous old dog like you is pointless. You're not worthy of hearing it."
"Die!"
With that, Zhou Changqing threw a punch at Yun Leng without the slightest hesitation.
In an instant, Zhou Changqing's entire body blurred into a streak of lightning, appearing before Yun Leng in a flash. The speed was simply too great. Although Yun Leng's mind could keep up, his body couldn't react in time.
The fist, wreathed in incredibly dense, golden lightning Dou Qi and containing immense, terrifying power, slammed directly into Yun Leng's abdomen.
Bang!
Roar!
Boom!
Yun Leng was instantly transformed into a meteor, flying backward so fast he left an afterimage. A searing golden trail marked his path as he crashed violently into the Xiao Clan's main hall. At the same time, a dragon of golden lightning instantly materialized, erupting from Zhou Changqing's fist. It swelled in size as it roared, following Yun Leng straight into the building.
The massive main hall of the Xiao Clan collapsed in an instant. Splintered wood and shattered stone flew everywhere as a thick cloud of dust billowed up, burying Yun Leng deep within the rubble.
He was utterly crushed.
It was a complete rout.
Everything had happened so fast that by the time anyone could process it, only those two phrases remained in their minds.
Gulp.
Whether it was the masked men or Xiao Zhan and the two elders, everyone swallowed nervously, their eyes fixed on the ruins of the main hall.
Sensing the rapidly fading and weakening life force within the rubble, Zhou Changqing smiled in satisfaction. The last time at the Yunlan Sect, he had defeated Yun Leng in one move but had held back. After all, he was on their turf; killing him would have changed the nature of the conflict.
But things were different now. From the moment Yun Leng appeared at the Xiao Clan and started calling him a little bastard and a whelp, his fate was sealed.
Death.
Even if this matter reached the Yunlan Sect and Yun Shan found out, Zhou Changqing would still be in the right. When someone comes for your head, you don't just let them go. He wasn't that merciful. Besides, he had no intention of letting a venomous snake like this lurk in the shadows, waiting for a chance to strike.
A Dou Zong? As if he was the only one with backing.
After finishing off Yun Leng, Zhou Changqing's gaze fell upon the Yunlan Sect deacons, who were only at the Dou Ling level.
Feeling Zhou Changqing's eyes on them, the deacons' pupils contracted in terror, their faces filled with dread.
But before they could even speak, Zhou Changqing's figure had already vanished.
Bang! Bang! Bang...!
In less than two seconds, the Yunlan Sect deacons were all sent flying, crashing through several courtyard walls. Their fates were unknown.
For trash of this level, Zhou Changqing didn't even need to use Dou Qi or any techniques. Relying on his physical strength alone, he took them out quickly, one punch per person.
Looking at the wrecked front courtyard of the Xiao Clan, Zhou Changqing turned to Xiao Zhan apologetically. "Uncle Xiao, my apologies. I didn't hold back enough and made such a mess of your home."
Xiao Zhan snapped out of his daze and immediately let out a hearty laugh. "It's no trouble, no trouble at all! Changqing, you can demolish the entire Xiao Clan for all I care!"