The Crazy Son-In-Law

The atmosphere in the room plummeted to freezing point, and the people around almost didn’t dare to breathe.

“He just openly admitted that he killed Mr. Sikong!” someone whispered.

“He’s demanding the members of the Sikong family to kneel for his brother?!”

How arrogant!

Astonished murmurs rippled through the crowd.

As for his brother, no one cared who he was, perhaps just a nobody.

The Sikong family all stared at Sikong Jie in shock for a few seconds.

“Wasn’t Father’s death caused by a cerebral hemorrhage?” Sikong Anming asked, puzzled.

“Yeah, Uncle, didn’t you say Grandfather…”

Sikong Jie raised his hand to interrupt, “Indeed, it was this animal who killed Father, but I can’t tell you my reasons.”

Then, he looked at Xiao Shun and said through gritted teeth, “Arrogant brat, you’ve come to the wrong place today. If you can walk out of our door today, my family will leave Stillwater and never return!”

Xiao Shun had killed his nephew, Sikong Chen, and his father, Sikong Xinrong.

Now, he was humiliating and desecrating the deceased in this memorial hall, preventing his father from resting in peace.

If he let him go today, the Sikong family would have no place to ramain in Stillwater.

Snap!

Xiao Shun calmly raised his hand and lightly snapped his fingers.

Boom!

The sandalwood coffin behind him instantly caught fire, and flames shot several meters high up to the ceiling!

The fire spread instantly to the entire coffin, and a wave of heat engulfed the huge memorial hall!

The people inside couldn’t help but cry out in alarm and moved towards the exit.

“He’s not letting Mr. Sikong rest in peace!”

“How disrespectful!”

“What’s going on? How did the fire start suddenly?”

“Quick! Put out the fire!” the butler said to the people around him, but as he rushed forward, the fire was too intense, and he could do nothing but stomp his feet in frustration.

The members of the Sikong family panicked and hurried to put out the fire.

Snap!

Another snap of his fingers!

The fire suddenly intensified. With a rumble, the entire coffin shattered into pieces amidst a shower of sparks, and several members of the Sikong family who were trying to put out the fire were instantly engulfed in flames!

In an instant, the memorial hall turned into a hell, filled with wailing and howling.

It was only at this moment that everyone realized that the man before them wasn’t here to pay his respects or hold anyone responsible for anythign.

He came to kill!

The two seemingly magical snaps of his fingers also left everyone horrified!

Yet, at this moment, he stood like a statue, calm as ever, as if he hadn’t even blinked.

The people couldn’t help but wonder: who exactly was this person?

Not only were ordinary people puzzled, but even Zuo Zhiyuan and Chu Jing, two professionals with extensive experience, were secretly bewildered.

What Xiao Shun had just done was not martial arts, nor did it seem like the legendary magic; it actually resembled a magic trick.

“You beast! You just won’t let my father rest in peace! I’ll kill you!” Sikong Anming had long been unable to bear it, and by now, he had lost his reason. With red eyes, he charged at Xiao Shun in uncontrollable rage.

Whoosh!

Before he knew it, the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against his forehead. Sikong Anming’s eyes widened in horror, and the muscles on his face trembled a few times before he silently swallowed.

Zhu Que’s eyes were even colder than the gun muzzle, and no emotional fluctuations could be seen.

“Stop!” Zuo Zhiyuan shouted at that moment.

Clang!

A blood-red mist burst from the back of Sikong Anming’s head.

In an instant, everything went quiet!

They shot and killed someone?!

Everyone gasped in shock.

Some of the more timid people were already trembling with fear, wanting to leave, but the Old School Society had already blocked the entrance.

The chaotic Sikong family also quieted down at this moment, staring at Sikong Anming’s body on the ground with immense shock.

“Master Zuo, please, you must help us punish the murderer and help our family!” they cried and pleaded after regaining their senses.

“Nobody can protect the Sikong family today!” Xiao Shun’s icy gaze swept over everyone. He was determined to eradicate this family today. If anything really happened, he would return to the mountains after this mission, where his master had set up a shield, making it impossible for anyone or any modern technology to find him.

“Arrogant!” a shadow them leaped up and appeared next to Zhu Que in an instant. With a fierce momentum, a hand reached out like lightning towards her wrist.

Bang!

Xiao Shun was even faster, kicking the shadow several meters away.

Boom! The shadow fell to the ground.

However, it was clear that the figure was also a cultivator as he did. He jumped up straight, and it turned out to be Tang Zhanpeng, one of the three Senexes of the branch.

“You’re asking for death!” Xiao Shun effortlessly swung out a palm.

“Arrogant brat…”

Crack!

He then grunted.

Tang Zhanpeng did underestimate Xiao Shun and even tried to block his palm head-on.

As soon as their palms touched, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

But it was too late. Before he could finish speaking, an unfathomable gust of wind rushed towards him with a howling force.

His arm was shattered, and his entire body, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, violently crashed into the wall behind him, raising a cloud of dust.

When the dust settled, Tang Zhanpeng was dead!

Everyone’s expressions changed drastically.

In just a few minutes, two people had been killed, and naturally, they felt frightened.

Zuo Zhiyuan’s pupils constricted, and he felt a wave of horror in his heart.

Tang Zhanpeng, one of the three Senexes of their branch, couldn’t even withstand a single palm strike from Xiaoshun!

Ordinary people around them might not have known Tang Zhanpeng’s strength, but Zuo Zhiyuan did.

How could this young man, who showed no traces of cultivation, possess such immense power?

Not only Zuo Zhiyuan was apprehensive, but so was Chu Jing, who stood nearby.

Although he looked down on the ostentatious Old School Society, as a cultivator, he knew more about other cultivators than ordinary people. He could see that Tang Zhanpeng was far from weak.

It seemed he had underestimated this young man. When his son Chu Heshan was injured, he once doubted whether Stillwater truly had such a figure. At this moment, it turned out that not only did they have one, but he was also unexpectedly formidable.

“Father!” Song Qingzhou was both shocked and delighted at this time.

He was shocked that this young man didn’t even consider hiding, and he killed someone in front of almost all of Stillwater’s top elites.

His delight came from the realization that this young man’s strength might be beyond what he had initially anticipated, and his boldness and decisiveness were exactly what the Feng family needed. They would undoubtedly do everything in their power to protect him.

“There will likely be big trouble here; I’m going to report the situation to the boss.”

Song Zhenhai looked back at him with a sophisticated glance and nodded slightly.

“Take good care of Grandfather,” Song Qingzhou said to Song Linger, knowing she could fight and had considerable strength. He had witnessed her defeat Su Yin on the spot that day.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Song Linger nodded vigorously.

As the front door was blocked by the Old School Society members and Sikong family’s security, Song Qingzhou had no choice but to leave through the back door.