The Crazy Son-In-Law

In the midst of their conversation, Song Linger was being attacked by everyone, and soon she was cornered.

Apart from Kou Zhengqing, the others were all high-ranking practitioners of the Oakland Old School Society, and each punch and palm strike was powerful.

Their fists, palms, and footprints were all over the ruins, forming a tight net of attacks around Song Linger.

Song Linger was using Ripple Steps to dodge, left and right, and had no chance to fight back and was quickly hit several times.

Boom!

A strong punch came through the air, and Song Linger couldn’t dodge it. She took a heavy punch to the chest and was thrown back like a fallen leaf.

The Old School Society member who threw the punch was a man in his thirties in a white robe. Seeing that Song Linger was defenseless after his punch, he quickly stepped forward and jumped up, intending to kick her while she was still off balance.

Song Linger was in mid-air, a shadow fell from the sky, and she was caught in strong arms. A familiar scent filled her nostrils, warming her heart. She looked up to see Xiao Shun’s face. It wasn’t handsome, but it was a face she desired.

She looked at Xiao Shun with soft, affectionate eyes. In his arms, her pain seemed to disappear.

At this moment, Xiao Shun’s face was cold, his eyes sharp, full of killing intent.

The white-robed man’s powerful kick was coming, but Xiao Shun calmly raised his hand to meet it.

Boom!

The energy around him roiled, and he stood there like an unyielding wall of copper and iron, unmovable.

The man in white stiffened, about to change his attack strategy, when Xiao Shun made a grasping gesture and, like lightning, clamped onto his ankle. With a sudden forceful twist, a scream filled the air. The man’s leg was instantly twisted into a gnarled shape.

Launching a kick at the chest of the man in white, his robust body was sent flying like a white cannonball.

Boom! Boom!

He crashed through two thick walls in succession, landed heavily on the ground, and fell silent.

This man in white was a ninth-rank practitioner from the Old School Society, yet he had been obliterated by Xiao Shun in one hit. The faces of Kou Zhengqing, Yang Zinuo, and the others changed drastically. A chilling fear welled up in their hearts, and they halted their attacks.

They had never witnessed Mr. Xiao in action before. After his exchange with the young girl, they thought they had a rough understanding of Xiao Shun’s abilities.

Now, with his single move obliterating a ninth-rank practitioner, his strength far exceeded their expectations.

“Are you alright?” Xiao Shun looked down at Song Linger in his arms, his eyes filled with concern. Even though it was common for practitioners to be injured, Song Linger was his apprentice, more like a little sister to him.

Song Linger quickly averted her eyes, her face flushed. She shook her head quickly as if shaking a tambourine, bit her lip, and with a shy smile said, “Master, there are too many of them…”

She wiped the trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth with her sleeve and said stubbornly, “I can still fight.”

Xiao Shun smiled gently, released his hand from her shoulder, and helped Song Linger tidy up her messy hair. He cast a casual glance at Yang Zinuo and the others, and said softly, “I will take it from here. You are injured, take a rest.”

Song Linger obediently nodded and walked aside, her hand on her wildly beating chest, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Xiao Shun turned around, his eyes full of killing intent, making Yang Zinuo and the others involuntarily step back.

“What are we afraid of? We have so many people, and Master Dragon is here, can’t we take down this Xiao Shun?” Yang Zinuo managed to regain some strength, and said through gritted teeth.

“Charge! Kill him!”

Several of the Old School Society’s top members gritted their teeth and rushed towards Xiao Shun, each brandishing their own unique skills.

The look in Xiao Shun’s eyes turned icy. He moved forward, ready to face the attack head-on.

To Xiao Shun, the eighth and ninth-rank practitioners of the Old School Society were like the previous Sikong Chen, not worth mentioning. The moment he entered the battlefield, he was like a tiger plunging into a flock of sheep.

One punch blasted out like a thunderclap, and a foolhardy individual who dared to take it head-on was instantly crippled, dying on the spot.

“Don’t clash with him directly! We can wear him down!” Someone aware of the situation yelled.

In the face of absolute power, any battle strategy seemed feeble.

Wear him down? They would need the opportunity to do so!

Xiao Shun leapt into the air, his fingers formed into a sword. With an easy, casual stroke, a fan-shaped green light emitted a piercing shriek as it tore through the air, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

What was this?!

Several of the high-ranking practitioners from the Old School Society who were surrounding him had this question in their minds.

As practitioners, they had some understanding of the stages of cultivation, and may have even witnessed them.

A practitioner at the peak of the Foundation stage could release energy externally, and those at the peak of the Posterior Stage could condense energy into form. Beyond that was a stage unreachable for 99% of practitioners.

The power Xiao Shun was now displaying… had he already broken through the Posterior Stage and entered the Anterior?

How was that possible? He was so young, this was absolutely impossible.

The green light expanded to over ten meters in an instant, filling the entire field. The high-ranking practitioners of the Old School Society had nowhere to hide.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three high-ranking practitioners who were hit were thrown more than ten meters into the air, like they had been struck by a train. They grunted and couldn’t get up again.

Gu Baiyi’s eyes narrowed, silently observing the battle situation while also assessing Xiao Shun’s strength. He was ranked in the top ten in terms of combat power in the Old School Society, to be precise, in the top five. The president didn’t take part in the rankings, so his power was only beneath the four headquarters Masters.

The four Masters had not publicly fought for years, and whether Gu Baiyi’s power surpassed one of the Masters was unknown. The reason Nie Jiuchong valued him so much and intended to hand over the Southeast Old School Society to him was well-founded.

The power displayed by Xiao Shun was undoubtedly strong. Gu Baiyi was surprised, but he didn’t see him as his opponent. Watching those useless members of the Oakland Old School Society fall under Xiao Shun’s control like playthings, his figure flashed and he jumped into the battle.

The remaining high-ranking practitioners were already terrified of Xiao Shun. When Gu Baiyi finally showed up, they quickly retreated.

“You’ve surprised me,” Gu Baiyi said with a smile at the corner of his mouth as he looked at Xiao Shun.

“You flatter me,” Xiao Shun responded, expressionless.

“If you hadn’t injured my brother, I’d love to befriend you, perhaps even consider you a worthy opponent. But now…”

Gu Baiyi paused, shook his head, and said, “You must die.”

“Your words can’t kill me,” Xiao Shun said.

“Overconfident. I’ll make you submit in death,” Gu Baiyi declared.

With that, Gu Baiyi’s aura exploded, a powerful, unrivaled energy circled around him. His white clothes rustled, and his flowing curls moved with the wind.

—Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.