Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 233 Xiao Zhan's whereabouts

Looking at the crushing scene that could hardly be called a battle, all the Xiao family members, including the three elders, rubbed their eyes as if they were dreaming, and could not believe what they saw.

What kind of person is Galbi?

Even if this person is mentally ill and has been chased away by the Xiao family like a stray dog ​​in the past two years due to his own misfortunes, he is still a genuine six-star great fighter, only one star lower than Xiao Zhan who had just broken through!
Yet, such a powerful warrior, capable of dominating the city of Wutan, was rendered as weak as a child who had never cultivated Dou Qi in the hands of that young boy who only possessed Dou Qi.
With such strength, even the cultivators at the peak of the Grand Fighter level are probably far inferior to him!

In an instant, a terrifying guess that made everyone present breathlessly suffocate suddenly appeared in everyone's mind and could not dissipate for a long time.

"Xiao Yan, could it be that he is already a Douling powerhouse?"

Compared to the excitement of the Xiao family members, Obapa and others who were scared and sat paralyzed on the ground felt a chill running through their heads, and their faces turned terribly pale.

An eighteen-year-old Douling master!
Such talent and strength are legendary even in the entire Gama Empire. Countless giant forces and even the royal family will definitely recruit him at all costs.

Small characters like them who act arrogantly in Wutan City can be completely crushed to death with just one finger!

"Nephew Xiao Xiaoyan, this is all a misunderstanding. That old dog from the Jialie family used coercion and bribery against my Oba family. We were forced to go with him."

Obapa took a look at the corpse stuck upside down on the portrait, which was so twisted that it could no longer be seen as a human. He was so scared that the corners of his lips trembled violently and even his speech became a little incoherent.

"Oh? So it was a misunderstanding?"

Xiao Yan was not in a hurry to expose his ridiculous lies. He just slowly took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the sticky blood on his hands.

Suddenly, the originally pure white brocade was instantly covered with crimson, which was extremely glaring and creepy.

This visually impactful scene made the already high-pressure crowd unable to bear the atmosphere that was like a death countdown. They threw their weapons on the ground in a rout, and their minds also completely collapsed.

"Sir, I am a third-grade alchemist. That old dog, Galeb, deceived me with a trick, saying that my disciple was murdered by the Xiao family. Otherwise, I would never have become an enemy of the Xiao family."

After witnessing Xiao Yan's cruel methods, the old man in the long robe, who had seemed to be struggling, actually abandoned the dignity of being an alchemist and knelt down beside Xiao Yan's legs in panic.

"Really? In that case, you are the master of that first-grade alchemist back then?" Hearing this, Xiao Yan turned his head slightly and looked at the old man lying in front of him, with a strange look in his eyes.

"Exactly. Exactly!"

Seeing that the young man's cold gaze seemed to be attracted by his words, the old man in the robe's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in a flattering voice as if he had grasped a life-saving straw:
"Sir, you are most aware of the value of a third-grade alchemist, right? As long as you offer me a way out, I will obey your orders and be at your disposal without a single complaint!"

"I'll do whatever I ask of you. Haha, you're quite a softie, a pharmacist."

Xiao Yan smiled sarcastically, then looked at the old man's shriveled face that was squeezed into a chrysanthemum shape and asked bluntly, "Okay, then let me ask you, where is my father?"

"Uh this."

The old man in the long robe was stunned by Xiao Yan's sudden words. He never expected that Xiao Yan didn't care about his identity as an alchemist at all. His kneeling body instantly became stiff.

"Don't you know?"

A trace of disappointment flashed across Xiao Yan's eyes. He then bent down slightly and said in a low, cold voice, "Then let me tell you, I didn't kill his son, but I did kill your apprentice."

"You!!!" After saying that, before the old man in the robe could say anything, a dark flame suddenly appeared around his body, and in an instant it jumped onto the alchemist robe that he was proud of, and burned silently.

The extremely shrill scream made Obapa, who was kneeling on the ground, raise his head slightly. He was shocked to see that the third-grade alchemist was surrounded by a ball of terrifying black flames that seemed to devour all the light sources.

Every time a ray of black flame passed by, it would carry away large pieces of flesh and blood, and the blood would be burned into dried blood residue, which in turn caused a shrill scream.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone in the hall, the body of the third-grade alchemist completely turned into ashes in just a few breaths, without even a trace of residue left. Only the shrill howls echoed in the hall.

"Gudong." Such a tragic and weird death was so tragic that even the Xiao family members who were extremely excited before couldn't help but roll their Adam's apples.

Xiao Yan at this moment is completely different from the calm and easygoing boy he used to be.
"I'll give you another chance. Where is my father?"

"Nephew Xiao, no, Master Xiao, please forgive me. We really don't know your father's whereabouts!"

Obapa's bloated body kept shaking, cold sweat dripping down, and snot and tears fell to the ground.

"do not know?!"

After several fruitless inquiries, Xiao Yan's indifferent expression finally turned into rage. Veins popped out of his throat as a roar erupted from his throat: "If you didn't know about my father's disappearance, with the strength of your two families, how dare you come and mess with my Xiao family?! Tell me!"

Obapa's face turned pale. "At the beginning, only a mysterious man in a black robe told us the news of the Xiao family's missing patriarch. Besides, with our strength, even if we wanted to participate, the other party would probably look down on us."

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After establishing his authority several times, Xiao Yan believed that Obapa would never dare to deceive him again.

Therefore, he believed about 70% to 80% of what the other party said, but the feeling of the information coming to an abrupt end still made him feel angry. No matter how he comforted himself, it was like trying to stop the boiling water by adding more water.

He turned around to look at the three elders whose breathing was unstable, suppressed his anger, rubbed his face fiercely a few times, and said slowly: "Three elders, do you have any clues about my father's disappearance?"

Xiao Yan, who had calmed down a little, felt the injuries caused by the wind-attributed Dou Qi on the three elders, and couldn't help but feel a little moved and confused.

The injuries caused by wind-attributed Dou Qi were most likely caused by Jialebi, but this trace of energy, which contained powerful internal energy, did not seem to be something that a mere Dou Shi could do.
"Young Sect Master, the one who attacked my Xiao family was indeed a mysterious man in black robes. He only struck out with one palm strike, and the three of us were severely injured. There was no clue at all."

The Great Elder's face was gloomy and he shook his head bitterly.

"You mean, the other party is deliberately concealing his identity?"

Xiao Yan took a few breaths in frustration and said, "But my Xiao family shouldn't have offended a powerful being of this level, right? Why would they go to such great lengths to hide and do such a vicious thing?"

Just when Xiao Yan felt at a loss, Hai Bodong, who had been watching quietly for a long time, suddenly sighed, removed the barrier that protected Xiao Qing from seeing the previous cruel scene, and slowly walked in front of Xiao Yan.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yan felt more trust in Hai Bodong and couldn't help but clasped his fists and said, "Old Hai."

Hai Bodong shook his head, his expression rather complicated as he said, "Boy, I might have some impression of this kind of fluctuation in martial arts."

(End of this chapter)