Chapitre 135: Alarm All The Dou Emperors Across The Black-Corner Region
"Dare to harm my son?!" a voice thundered.
The blood-red light coalesced into hundreds of vampiric bats, which then merged into the form of a gaunt, skeletal old man clad in a blood-red robe. His eyes were filled with fury as he glared at Zi Yan. If he hadn't arrived in time, his son would have perished at her hands.
Fan Lao, the Blood Sect's leader and a Dou Emperor expert, materialized, his expression murderous. With a fierce motion of his hand, he summoned a blood-red halberd. Glancing first at his injured son and then at the ring now in Zi Yan's possession, his rage only grew.
"Girl, hand over the ring, and I'll make your death quick. If not, I'll make sure you wish you were dead!" Fan Lao threatened, his voice dripping with malice.
"Fan Lao, you really don't know how to tell right from wrong, do you?" a calm voice interjected.
"Who dares?!" Fan Lao's eyes narrowed in surprise. He hadn't sensed anyone else approaching, and he certainly didn't know when this new arrival had appeared.Li Xiao stepped out from the shadows, his presence exuding a subtle but terrifying pressure that made Fan Lao's expression twitch.
Sensing his father's arrival, Fan Ling's arrogance flared up once again. "Another fool who's not afraid to die! Father, this guy must be in league with that girl!" Fan Ling spat venomously. "Kill him, Father! And capture that girl. I want her to experience my Dissolving Bone Blood Palm. I love breaking in girls with youthful faces and mature bodies!"
Fan Ling licked his lips in anticipation, clearly lost in his depraved fantasies. In his mind, he could already picture himself indulging in his twisted desires with Zi Yan right here in the forest.
"Filthy words," Li Xiao's expression turned cold. He had considered sparing Fan Ling's life earlier, but now, hearing his disgusting words, Li Xiao knew that this scum was beyond redemption.
His voice was icy as he addressed Fan Lao, "Fan Lao, will you discipline your son, or shall I?"
Fan Lao began to tremble, his knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground, kneeling in fear.
Fan Ling, who didn't notice her father's action, sneered at Li Xiao. "Who do you think you are, daring to address my father by name? Kneel before me, knock your head on the ground a few times, and if you wash this little loli clean and hand her over, maybe I'll let you keep your corpse in one piece!"
"Shut up!" Fan Lao roared, using all his strength to shout.
The thunderous roar startled Fan Ling into silence. When he turned around to see what had caused his father such distress, he was shocked to see Fan Lao on his knees before Li Xiao.
Fan Lao, the Blood Sect's fearsome leader, was actually kneeling.
"Blood Sect Master Fan Lao humbly greets Lord Li Xiao, Pavilion Master of the Heaven Ascending Pavilion. I did not know you were here in the Black-Corner Region and have committed many offenses. I beg for your mercy and for you to spare our lives."
"Father… you…?" Fan Ling stammered, unable to process what he was seeing.
"Kneel!" Fan Lao bellowed, his patience wearing thin.
"Father?" Fan Ling's voice quivered with confusion.
"Ling'er, kneel now!" Fan Lao shouted, his anger bursting forth. "If you don't kneel, I will kill you myself!"
Terrified, Fan Ling immediately dropped to his knees, his eyes wide with disbelief. Why was his father so terrified? What could possibly make the Blood Sect's formidable leader tremble with fear?
Li Xiao's cold eyes glinted as he addressed Fan Lao, "Fan Lao, you've raised quite a son. If I hadn't been here today, would you have gone through with your evil plans?"
Fan Lao trembled at Li Xiao's words, fully aware that his son had crossed a line from which there was no return.
The bone-chilling voice echoed in Fan Lao's mind, as if the very reaper from Hell itself was whispering in his ear. His face twisted with fear and despair, and he began to kowtow furiously, completely disregarding his status as a Dou Emperor. Memories flashed in his mind—he had personally witnessed the death of the peak Dou Emperor expert, Old Ghost Yun, at the hands of the Heaven Ascending Pavilion's enforcers.
And what was he compared to them? A mere four-star Dou Emperor? The thought of opposing the Heaven Ascending Pavilion didn't just terrify him—it paralyzed him with the realization of his utter insignificance. He wasn't even worth more than a guard dog in their eyes.
He had no choice but to grovel for his life. "I was wrong, Pavilion Master Li Xiao. It's my fault for failing to teach my son properly. Please, I beg you, spare his life, he's young and foolish…"
"Are you trying to negotiate with me?" Li Xiao asked with a raised eyebrow. As he spoke, he casually lifted his right hand, and in an instant, the entire atmosphere shifted. The skies above the Black-Corner Region darkened, filled with an overwhelming and unparalleled pressure. The very clouds trembled and shattered, as if the heavens themselves were being ripped apart.
"No, please, no!" Fan Lao's eyes widened in terror. Without another thought, he turned toward his son, raising his hand with deadly intent. He glared at Fan Ling with a mix of fury and desperation. "Forgive me, Ling'er. For the sake of the Blood Sect, and for my own survival, you must die!"
"Father, you…" Fan Ling could hardly believe what he was hearing. But before he could fully process the betrayal, Fan Lao's palm came down with the full force of a Dou Huang, smashing his body into pieces, leaving nothing but a splatter of blood and torn flesh.
Xiao Yan, hiding in the shadows, swallowed hard. He had never imagined that Fan Lao would actually kill his own son. The saying "Even a fierce tiger won't eat its cubs" suddenly felt meaningless in the brutal world of the Black-Corner Region.
Yao Chen's voice was calm and cold as he explained, "In the Black-Corner Region, familial bonds mean nothing. Only interests matter. Even brothers or fathers and sons can turn on each other. In time, you'll come to understand how truly dark the human heart can be."
Fan Lao remained on his knees, his eyes vacant and filled with the horror of what he had just done. He stared at the bloody remnants of his son's body, knowing that this was the only way he could ensure his own survival. If he hadn't killed Fan Ling, he would have been the next to die, and the Blood Sect would have faced total annihilation.
"Pavilion Master Li Xiao, are you satisfied now?" Fan Lao asked in a trembling voice.
Li Xiao leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he gripped Fan Lao's head. The idea of killing him right there crossed his mind. After all, Fan Lao was a vengeful man by nature. Even though the Blood Sect posed no real threat to the Heaven Ascending Pavilion, there was always the possibility that Fan Lao would try to cause trouble from the shadows.
While Li Xiao remained silent, considering his next move, the sheer terror of the situation caused Fan Lao to lose control of his bowels. He could feel the invisible energy pressing down on him, and he was just moments away from begging for his life when several figures appeared almost simultaneously around them.
"Pavilion Master Li Xiao, please show mercy!" a voice called out.
Li Xiao turned to see a group of Dou Huang experts who had arrived, led by none other than Han Feng, the Alchemy Emperor. Alongside him were other prominent figures from the Black-Corner Region: Yuan Yi, Bian Lao, Mister Gold and Mister Silver, Old Yi Gu of the Dark Sky Sect, Su Mei of the Rakshasa Sect, Tie Wu of the Wild Lion Gang—nearly every significant Dou Emperors in the region had gathered.
They had all felt the tremendous power emanating from Li Xiao and had converged here, initially thinking that some incredible treasure had been unearthed. But upon arriving, they realized that this terrifying display of power belonged to the Pavilion Master of the Heaven Ascending Pavilion himself.
The sky had darkened, and the very air was thick with Dou Qi. The full extent of Li Xiao's power was now on display for all to see, a reminder of why the Heaven Ascending Pavilion commanded such fear and respect.
"Han Feng, Yuan Yi, Bian Lao, Mister Gold and Mister Silver, Old Yin Gu, Su Mei, Tie Wu—all the Black-Corner Region's Dou Emperor are here. What's this? Are you all planning to interfere in my affairs?" Li Xiao's voice was icy as he addressed them.
Han Feng quickly shook his head and raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Pavilion Master Li Xiao, you misunderstand us. We're just here to witness the commotion and have no intention of meddling in your affairs. Please, don't take it the wrong way."
The other Dou Huang experts echoed Han Feng's sentiments, nodding in agreement, their eyes filled with a mixture of respect and fear. None of them dared to cross Li Xiao. The display of power they had just witnessed was more than enough to convince them that challenging the Heaven Ascending Pavilion would be suicidal.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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