"Too fragile! Such poor endurance!" Jun Mo Wu stood not far from Xiao Bu Yu, who had just been performing a striptease. Xiao Bu Yu's sudden self-detonation was utterly abrupt; even the young master’s composure couldn't react in time. Although Xiao Bu Yu's self-destruction was for release and lacked lethal force, the young master was still splashed head to toe with blood and gore by the sudden turn of events.

The young master wiped his face, shook his head, and said with distinct dissatisfaction, "Why kill himself so readily? The supposed number one below the Supremes, yet he lacks such basic fortitude... This brother hasn't even used his full methods yet. What a pity about that fair backside; didn't you all want to watch more? Damn it, I was planning to at least peel the scalp off his great-grandson in front of him and pour mercury in... or perhaps crack open his skull and boil his brains slightly... I didn't even get to implement any of this follow-up fun before he croaked, and he croaked so completely... That was too hasty. Where is the bearing or style of a true powerhouse? Utterly pathetic. Hearing about it is nothing like meeting them in person, and meeting them is nothing like the rumors. So anticlimactic..."

Every person present who heard these words wore an identical expression: eyes wide open, staring blankly, their eyeballs practically frozen solid...

And among those mentioned in that speech, the only one still standing—Xiao Feng Wu—had both legs stiffly splayed wide, and his delicate face was deathly pale, as if he were freshly boiled lime.

It was at that precise moment that the inexplicable, colossal pressure enveloping the Five Great Elders suddenly vanished, just as silently and tracelessly as it had arrived.

The five naturally regained movement simultaneously. The instant they could move, they split distinctly into two camps: the three from the Xiao family confronted the two belonging to the Han family. Their eyes held intense, palpable hatred for one another.

Only the three Xiao family elders showed the faintest trace of shame, but not much more.

The current condition of these five was largely similar; all had broken into cold sweats multiple times under the oppression of that huge pressure, their heavy robes soaked through. Their faces showed extreme exhaustion, clearly indicating that resisting that overwhelming, irresistible force had drained every ounce of their strength, leaving them unable to support themselves further. Yet, each stared intently at the other, wishing they could swallow their former allies—who just fifteen minutes ago were brothers-in-arms—whole!

"You... you Xiao faction members... your schemes, your planning! Truly commendable, truly magnificent!"

The Third Elder gasped furiously, his eyes burning like embers. "The City Lord has treated the Xiao family with the utmost courtesy and deference for so many years. Who would have thought he was raising tigers that would eventually devour him? Pfft, calling you tigers is an insult to the Kings of all Beasts! You are nothing but wolves that can never be tamed! How dare people with your nature continue to breathe this air?"

The Eighth Elder turned his head and gave a cold snort. "Han Feiyun, what do you intend to do?"

The Third Elder trembled with rage, speaking with utter lack of courtesy. "You Xiao family did this yourselves! What do I intend to do? If I were you, I wouldn't have lived this long; I'd have already found a crooked tree and hanged myself! Such shamelessness... such ingratitude!"

"You think we're done for? Han Feiyun, you are not yet qualified to decide that! Hmph, hmph, once we return to Yinshui, the power struggle between our families will commence, and your Han family might not hold the upper hand!" The Eighth Elder glared at him coldly and sneered.

"Whether you are qualified will only be known after a trial!" The Third Elder, Han Feiyun, his thin old face twitching fiercely, suddenly raised his palm and commanded, "Seven Swords! Form the array! Execute family law! Seize these three Xiao family traitors for this elder! Xuetong, join the Seven Swords! These three rebels are outwardly strong but internally weak, easy prey!"

The faces of the Eighth Elder and the other two immediately changed. At this moment, the balance of strength was clear. All five Great Elders had simultaneously endured the suppression of that mysterious, powerful pressure, leaving them with barely one or two tenths of their Divine Profound power—their weakest state.

Now clearly divided, it was three against two, still giving the Xiao faction a slight advantage. The combined might of the Seven Swords was formidable; under normal circumstances, they were not something an ordinary Divine Profound expert could handle. But having just fought the Supreme expert Prairie Eagle God, Ying Bo Kong, they too had sustained considerable injuries. Even the Seven Swords united might not be able to take down the three Xiao elders...

However, the Han family side still had another expert whose strength was completely intact: Mu Xuetong, a Middle Celestial Profound master!

In normal times, although Mu Xuetong possessed Celestial Profound strength, she wouldn't warrant a second glance from a Divine Profound expert. But circumstances change; the previously unremarkable minor player had now become the crucial trump card!

Would the internal conflict of Silver City be concluded by Mu Xuetong?!

Just then, another extraordinarily calm and leisurely voice sounded: "Whether it’s 'qualified' enough is debatable... It seems this location is currently under my jurisdiction, wouldn't you say! The life and death of the Mang clan members may not be their own to decide, but it’s certainly not for the Han family to decree!"

To be able to speak with such a leisurely, carefree tone under these circumstances, who else could it be but Young Master Jun!

The young master’s body drifted lightly into the air, vanishing instantly. In a flash, he appeared before Xiao Feng Wu, reaching out to clamp down on his neck. Then, moving as fluidly as flowing water, he retreated at extreme speed, leaving behind only an afterimage of himself clutching Xiao Feng Wu’s throat. The next instant, the young master was back in his original standing spot, the only difference being that he was now holding a person.

Xiao Feng Wu had been so terrified by the preceding events that his bones felt weak and soft. Seeing Jun Mo Xie materialize before him like a ghost, he couldn't even think of resisting.

Seeing Jun Mo Xie holding Xiao Feng Wu’s throat as if carrying a sacrificial chick, the Sixth, Eighth, and Ninth elders were all instantly frantic. Forgetting their physical weakness, they all stepped forward in unison: "Jun Mo Xie, every wrong has its perpetrator; Feng Wu has never offended your Jun family. Do not bully the young and involve the innocent!"

It was hardly surprising that these three Xiao family elders were anxious. Not only was the Han family short on male heirs, but while the current generation of the Xiao family had many sons, few were truly capable. Apart from Xiao Feng Wu, there were few others, and Xiao Feng Wu was the best among the younger generation of the Xiao family!

"How am I bullying the young? I believe this young master is not yet seventeen, while this young master of yours looks almost twenty? 'Every wrong has its perpetrator'? Are you serious, saying that from someone in the Xiao family? Don't you people always champion shifting blame? Don't you favor doing whatever your heart desires, acting without restraint? Could what Xiao Bu Yu just said have been his own fabrication, and you were completely unaware? To the hell with you all!"

Jun Mo Xie used his free hand to scratch his ear, cursing in disbelief.

As his words fell, a chorus of jeers erupted around them, even including a cold scoff from the Silver City Seven Swords!

For their own selfish grudges, the Xiao family had caused millions to be displaced and hundreds of thousands to die tragically! That wasn't the end of it; they also harmed countless children, and now they have the nerve to speak of justice!

Anyone else might have the standing to say that phrase—but the Xiao family? Absolutely not!

Jun Mo Xie looked at them with cold, sharp eyes, silent but radiating a chilling killing intent, and slowly said, "I once promised Xiao Bu Yu that I would not let a single member of the Xiao family go! A man without trust cannot stand, and this young master is certainly not a man who breaks his word! I will see my promise through to the end! Even a promise to the dead cannot be abandoned!"

The Sixth Elder trembled violently at the young master's taunts, forcing his energy, and lunged forward with a fierce roar. Jun Mo Xie let out a cold laugh. Crack. Xiao Feng Wu let out a pig-like shriek—his left shoulder had been instantly crushed by Jun Mo Wu’s grip!

"No... Don't kill me, don't peel my scalp and pour mercury, I beg you, I beg you, Grandpa Jun, Ancestor Jun... Waaa..." In agonizing pain, Xiao Feng Wu suddenly began to beg, the more he spoke, the more pain and fear he felt, until he burst into loud weeping, tears and snot streaming down his face, blurting out everything he could and could not say.

The Sixth Elder immediately halted his charge, roaring in shock and anger, "Jun Mo Wu, you are despicable!"

Jun Mo Xie laughed heartily. "Despicable? You have the nerve to call me despicable? When you slaughtered tens of thousands of innocents, did you consider decency? When you crippled the descendants of loyal officials and good generals, those children, did you consider karmic retribution? Why is it despicable only when misfortune befalls your own kin? Can anything I do today possibly compare to even one ten-thousandth of what your Xiao family has done?"

Amidst his roaring laughter, Xiao Feng Wu's screams and wails continued unabated. The sound of bones snapping rang out repeatedly. His four limbs were broken one by one, hanging limp. His voice had devolved almost entirely into moans. The Sixth Elder roared in fury and charged forward like a madman. Jun Mo Wu watched the Sixth Elder, then suddenly seized Xiao Feng Wu’s lower back and hurled him over. Crack—a crisp sound—his spine was snapped too!

And Jun Mo Xie’s body shot past where Xiao Feng Wu’s corpse flew, like a streak of lightning through the wind!

The Sixth Elder was greatly alarmed. As he charged forward, Xiao Feng Wu’s body was flying right at him. In his haste, he paused, reaching out to catch Xiao Feng Wu, but heard a whistling sound. Jun Mo Xie was right behind him.

Having witnessed the battle between Jun Mo Wu and Xiao Bu Yu earlier, the Sixth Elder knew full well that Jun Mo Xie’s movement technique was ghostly and elusive. Furthermore, his own strength was depleted far below normal levels. Daring not to be careless for a second, he decisively chose not to catch Xiao Feng Wu. Instead, he flashed to the left, instantly drawing his long sword. As it cut the wind, snowflakes seemed to appear out of nowhere!

Just as he finished drawing his sword and deploying the Silver City Absolute Sword technique, he heard a thud followed by a crack. He watched as Xiao Feng Wu’s body seemed to ride the clouds and mist, turning direction and flying straight toward him—it was Jun Mo Xie, who had executed a clever sudden maneuver mid-flight, kicking him again, redirecting the trajectory to continue flying toward the Sixth Elder.

This kick, besides perfectly correcting the direction, landed precisely on the solar plexus, instantly shattering Xiao Feng Wu’s lumbar spine as well! By this point, except for his face, Xiao Feng Wu had followed the same fate as Xiao Han!

Completely ruined...

The Sixth Elder had no way to evade. If he forced his sword strike, Xiao Feng Wu would be the first casualty. He hastily withdrew his technique with all his might, catching Xiao Feng Wu in his arms. As a figure of the Sixth Elder's stature, he instantly realized the horrific state of Xiao Feng Wu the moment he touched him, and he roared in indignation, "Jun Mo Xie, you are vicious! Your methods are truly poisonous!"

But the moment he uttered those words, he was instantly stunned by what his eyes registered!

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