20demayo Chapter 22 The Passion of the Older Generation of the Xiao Family
Chapter 22 The Passion of the Older Generation of the Xiao Family
At this moment, the Xiao family home was brightly lit.
The atmosphere in the Xiao family was extremely oppressive. All the Xiao family guards were gathered in the courtyard, sitting on the ground, looking dejected like defeated soldiers.
"Captain, are we really just going to watch our own people charge out to their deaths? I..."
The courtyard was eerily quiet. After a long while, one of the Xiao family guards finally spoke, his eyes red and his voice filled with resentment.
The hoarse voice drew the attention of all the guards, and they all raised their heads in unison, looking at the captain sitting in the center with bright eyes.
How could the middle-aged man sitting in the center not know what they were hoping for? Just a short while ago, his younger brother rushed over and berated him, questioning why he didn't go and save the neighbors. His resounding roar still echoed in his ears.
"Xiao Wuqi, when you got married, who got up early in the morning to help you with the preparations? Yes, the clan leader valued you, you became successful, even a team leader, and you looked down on those honest and law-abiding neighbors. But I, Xiao Wujiu, can't do that. If you won't go to save them, I will!"
"What can you do to save me? Rely on your strength as a three-star Battle Master?"
"I still have a head on my neck that remembers the good things others have done for me! I still have a conscience that hasn't been eaten by dogs!"
Without saying a word, he snatched Xiao Wuqi's favorite sword and led a group of Xiao family members out without regard for anything else.
Xiao Wuqi smiled bitterly and touched his nose. If it were up to him, wouldn't he also want to rush over like his younger brother, regardless of the consequences, even if it meant mutual destruction?
But he was also carrying the clan chief's entrustment. That day, the clan chief suddenly came to him mysteriously, told him the whole plan, and specifically instructed him not to let anyone else know.
The Xiao family must feign being severely injured, avoid their sharp edge, preserve their strength, and wait for the Jia Lie family and the Aoba family to take the bait.
Therefore, Xiao Wuqi should have reprimanded the Xiao family guard who asked the question. He should have maintained stability and waited for the patriarch and the Grand Elder to return. He couldn't have sent the middle generation of the Xiao family out to their deaths before the patriarch and the others were ready.
But the Jia family's act of letting the wolf into the house ignited the anger of the entire Xiao family. Like a volcano about to erupt, how long could he suppress it alone?
He couldn't possibly wait for the remaining teenagers in the house who hadn't yet become fighters to wake up and come to question him, could he?
"...Sigh, let's go, let's go rescue the neighbors. But remember, this operation is to save lives, not to risk your lives."
Looking into the determined and hopeful eyes of each guard, Xiao Wuqi, knowing that the die was cast and she was powerless to stop it, sighed and relented.
"We're going to pick up our family and neighbors to go home!"
The guards of the Xiao family cheered softly, then stood up and followed Xiao Wuqi toward the Xiao family market.
Meanwhile, in Xiaojiafang Market.
The Hyena Mercenary Group had scattered like birds and beasts. Those who were slow to run were caught by the Xiao family who had arrived. They had no will to fight and knelt down to beg for mercy without hesitation.
The Xiao family did not hesitate; they beat them up, tied them up, and threw them into the ruins.
Nalan Yanran's gaze swept over everyone present.
Their cultivation talent is poor, and many of them are still stuck at the level of Battle Master even in middle age; their combat experience is also not rich, and many of them seem to have become accustomed to holding kitchen knives but are unfamiliar with holding battle swords; their cultivation techniques and combat skills are also poor, with only Yellow-rank cultivation techniques making their battle qi shallow and superficial.
It can be said that these people are not soldiers capable of fighting.
In every aspect, they were inferior to the inner disciples of the Yunlan Sect. They were the ordinary people whom Nalan Yanran had always overlooked, serving as a foil to the exceptional talents and prodigies of the world.
But the disciples of the Yunlan Sect could not say that they still had passion to shed, and they would not stand up when faced with an enemy they could not resist.
The disciples of the Yunlan Sect would never put themselves in danger for the sake of their neighbors.
they will.
They would spend their days immersed in the mundane details of daily life, toiling away for a single gold coin.
"Grandmaster, did you bring me here just to show me this? To show me this foolish courage to throw my life away?" For some reason, Nalan Yanran's nose tingled with emotion. "But this courage... it's truly admirable..."
"Take good care of yourself."
There were a thousand words to say, but only this one sentence came out. Nalan Yanran reached out and beckoned, and the long sword sprang up as if it had come alive, returning to her hand.
In the distance, several Grand Masters led their battle-hardened guards at breakneck speed, presumably alerted by Galetin's self-destruction.
"Get ready to fight to the death..."
Nalan Yanran took a deep breath and once again removed the silk scarf that bound her hair. Her beautiful hair fluttered in the wind like a rushing waterfall.
She pointed her sword directly at the distant enemy, the blazing light flowing from Nalan Yanran's arm towards the longsword in her hand. The light gathered at the tip of the sword, as bright as the sun, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.
A faint ripple still emanated from the tip of the sword, but it had improved considerably compared to when she fought Xiao Yan on Yunlan Mountain. Clearly, Nalan Yanran had not forgotten to diligently cultivate these days.
Nalan Yanran's movements were like drawing a bow and nocking an arrow. The hard bluestone road under her feet was cracked, with dense cracks resembling a spider web.
"The Ultimate Wind: Sunset Glow!"
Like the rising sun, like a stubborn rock sinking into water, the longsword flew resolutely towards the approaching Grand Masters. Its speed increased from slow to fast, its temperature rose higher and higher, and its light became increasingly dazzling.
Even the longsword that carried this energy was melted, leaving only a blinding ball of light soaring into the sky, roaring out with immense energy!
Nalan Yanran's face paled slightly. Her strength as a one-star Great Dou Master was actually insufficient to support her using such a high-level Dou Technique twice more. Facing multiple powerful enemies stronger than herself, she shouldn't have rashly started with zero frames.
But the courage of the Xiao family behind her inspired her, and she didn't want them to face a near-one-sided massacre.
Therefore, Nalan Yanran chose not to delay any longer and started with her signature move, striving to strike first and gain the upper hand.
Take all the hatred upon yourself!
In the distance, the setting sun looked like a round sun falling, with a magnificent and powerful display!
"drink!"
Someone shouted, and in an instant a pale blue tornado rose up, like a giant tree supporting the falling "sun"!
"You little bastard, you're really ruthless!"
The voice was filled with fighting spirit, powerful enough to pierce through clouds and strike rocks, which shows how angry the person was.
"Cloud Piercing Hand!"
It was yet another mid-level Xuan-rank combat skill. Nalan Yanran's face paled even more. She gave a bitter smile, realizing that she had underestimated the power of the local tyrant of Wutan City.
"Grandmaster, where have you gone...?"
Nalan Yanran took out another longsword from her storage ring. Her face was resolute, but she couldn't help but murmur to herself.