Chapter 1588

Ximen Wudi roared, his eyes filled with rage!

He refused to accept being killed this way—even in death, he did not wish to die like this—but he had no strength to resist!

"Hahahaha… brat, you've overestimated yourself too much! Old man here is at the Halfway to Golden Core realm; a mere insignificant Ximen Clan cannot touch me! And you? You won't live to see that day!"

The old man snorted, then raised his foot and kicked violently down toward Ximen Wudi's chest!

Boom!

Ximen Wudi's body instantly exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist!

This sudden scene left everyone around frozen in shock!

Is this old man really that ruthless?

"Zhao Lao, what should we do with this brat? Should we just let him keep acting so arrogantly?"

An old woman looked at the old man and asked sternly!

"Don't worry! Since this little beast has betrayed the family, he has lost all value!"

The old man sneered, then turned to a group of Ximen Clan disciples and said: "Take these traitors down to the valley, whip each of them fifty times, and wait for my next order!"

"Yes!"

Hearing the old man's words, everyone bowed respectfully and quickly led away Ximen Wudi and the others!

After they left, the old man did not linger, and soon entered the Xuantian Sect, seeking out the Xuantian Ancestor!

"Zhao Lao, we can pretend not to see this. After all, Zhao Yunhui is also my disciple—I don't wish to be too harsh!"

The Xuantian Ancestor spoke, his expression gentle.

"Zhao Lao, we do bear some responsibility here, but you must also see that Zhao Yunhui understands nothing of the Alchemist's mysteries. We can only try our best to find her a skilled Alchemist to train her, so she may one day aid our Xiantie City!"

The Xuantian Ancestor spoke again.

What power does 1307 have?

What power does 1307 have?

"Zhao Lao, let this matter drop. After all, it's not a honorable affair, and we don't want gossip. Besides, this boy is only around twenty years old—what power could he possibly have? He's just lucky!"

The old man shook his head in refusal, a faint smile on his face:

"Moreover, this boy has high talent in pill refining—but his character is weak. If not for the backing of Xiantie City, his fate would be far worse!"

"Zhao Lao, you're being too harsh! I believe he hasn't done anything wrong!"

"I also trust Zhao Yunhui's character! But Zhao Lao, you must consider: Zhao Yunhui has already married out, and now she has reached the Peak Realm of Golden Core—she will surely become a key cultivation target of our sect!"

"I understand!"

Zhao Lao nodded:

"I returned this time mainly for this matter. Here are three Grade Three healing pills and five million lower-grade spirit stones—I can only do my best!"

"This…"

The Xuantian Ancestor froze, stunned that Zhao Lao would offer such precious pills to heal Ximen Wudi!

Although Zhao Lao was an elder of Xiantie City, the Zhao family's assets were not rich, and he was not like a core member enjoying abundant resources—these pills were unlikely to be his own reserves, especially since his lifespan was nearly spent, and he relied on pills just to survive!

"Zhao Lao, you're…"

The Xuantian Ancestor frowned, puzzled.

"I returned this time solely to give you these three pills. After all, you are also a member of the Zhao family!"

"Zhao Lao, this…"

The Xuantian Ancestor's face changed drastically, wanting to say something—but ultimately said nothing.

"I know what you're worried about—whether these three pills will work? Don't worry, I'll inspect them carefully. If there's any problem, I'll leave immediately and never return!"

"This… I deeply thank you, Zhao Lao!"

The Xuantian Ancestor said gratefully.

"Hahahaha… No need for thanks. If you need anything, just speak up—we've been close friends for years; no need for empty formalities!"

Zhao Lao spoke, a hint of tenderness in his eyes!

"Then I shall not refuse your kindness!"

The Xuantian Ancestor bowed, then fell silent.

"Good. Keep watch on the surroundings these days—see if any outsiders enter this area. If you spot anything unusual, notify me immediately!"

"I understand!"

The Xuantian Ancestor nodded in agreement.

"Alright, go now!"

Zhao Lao waved his hand.

The Xuantian Ancestor bowed and quickly left this peak!

"Zhao Lao, this boy is already dead—will you still collect his soul?"

At this moment, another black-robed old man spoke, his tone casual, yet freezing the air around them!

"Collect? Why would I collect him?"

Zhao Lao sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice:

"Let that brat take his soul—I won't bother myself. But I'll warn you: don't underestimate this boy—he's not simple at all!"

"He's not simple?"

"Of course. Do you think he defeated those Ximen Clan elders by his own strength? Hmph! Pure fantasy! His body must conceal some secret technique that unleashes immense power!"

Zhao Lao spoke coldly—he had long seen through this!

"So that's it—this boy has more trump cards than I thought!"

The black-robed elder nodded lightly, a cold glint flickering in his eyes!

"All of you, go down and prepare. Today we move to destroy Dark Iron City and seize those weapon-refining materials!"

"Yes, Old Ancestor!"

The crowd bowed in acceptance, then swiftly departed!

"Xuantian, I hope you can protect Dark Iron City. Then this old man can rest with eyes closed beneath the Nine Springs!"

Zhao Lao sighed softly, then lingered no longer, streaking toward Dark Iron City!

……

"Hoo~"

Above Dark Iron City, clouds churned and a gale howled!

Within this entire region, everyone was so terrified they dared not speak!

"Rumble rumble!"

Then, bolt after bolt of startling thunder exploded, as if venting its own displeasure!

"Rumble rumble~!"

"Rumble rumble!"

Bolt after bolt of heavenly lightning struck down without cease, smashing into Yang Huxiao's body, blasting his flesh apart, turning it into a shower of blood that scattered and then dissipated into the void!

"Yang Huxiao is dead, he's dead…"

"Our Dark Iron City's number one genius has finally died…"

"Sigh, what a pity. That kid's potential was extremely formidable, but no one knows why he suddenly became a waste — truly lamentable!"

"That's right. If he hadn't brought it on himself, it probably wouldn't have come to this!"

……

"Yang Huxiao, you remember this for me — no matter who you are, you have touched this old man's reverse scale. This old man will avenge you, will avenge you and wipe out the grudge!"

"Boom!"

A bolt of startling lightning struck down, punching straight through the ground, then slamming viciously onto Yang Huxiao's corpse!

Waves upon waves of scorched stench spread out, pitting and pockmarking the ground as if burned by flames!

"Puchi!"

"Wah!"

Yang Huxiao spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his eyes icy as he stared at the vault of heaven, fists clenched tight, veins bulging!