The Crazy Son-In-Law

The snow was falling heavier and heavier. The swirling snow almost obscured everything outside the door. When Xiao Shun entered the mourning hall, the Sikong family had quietly ordered their people to close the main gate, not allowing anyone to enter or exit. It was bitterly cold, and the crowd waiting for Sikong Xinrong’s funeral to begin couldn’t see any movement. There were rumors that the funeral had been canceled, and most of them had left.

“How can the funeral be postponed? That would be ridiculous.”

“Yeah, I wonder what’s going on inside?”

There was a buzz of discussion outside.

“Nobody can save you today!” Xiao Shun surveyed his surroundings, his gaze sharp as a blade, and declared powerfully, “I hope no fools will stand up for them!”

The Sikong family members immediately felt a chill rise in their hearts, and they couldn’t help but shiver. They cast pleading glances at Zuo Zhiyuan.

“Then you’ll have to go through me first. You’re so young and talented that if you followed the right path, you would have a bright future. But you’ve misused your talents, and I can’t tolerate what you’ve done. Today, I’ll eliminate you on behalf of the Old School Society,” Zuo Zhiyuan said with a stern voice.

At this point, as a master, even if it was just for his reputation, he had to stand up. No matter what, he made a righteous speech first.

Xiao Shun glanced at the dozens of Old School Society members crowded at the entrance and gave a faint smile.

“Enough with the pretense. You all come together; I’m in a hurry.”

“How dare you be so arrogant!” Zuo Zhiyuan’s face changed dramatically. As a master and branch head of the Old School Society, he had never been humiliated in such a way!

At this moment, no one in the audience could underestimate the young man standing in the center. They were just puzzled. Since when did they have in Stillwater such an outstanding figure, and at this moment, no one but Master Zuo could stop him?

Even so, no one believed he could defeat Zuo Zhiyuan. They couldn’t help but feel some regret, as top fighters like him were rare in a small place like Stillwater.

“What a pity, he met Master Zuo today. If he had been more low-key, he would’ve achieved something in the future,” said someone who had some understanding of the fighters.

The showdown between top fighters was about to begin, and from the tense atmosphere, the odds seemed against the young man named Xiao Shun. The Song family was also worried for Xiao Shun, their hearts in their throats.

“Grandpa, can my master defeat Zuo Zhiyuan?” Song Linger asked cautiously.

“Xiao Shun’s cultivation seems somewhat different from others. I can’t see any traces of cultivation on him, so I can’t say for sure,” he replied.

Song Linger pursed her lips and hesitated, “If… if my master can’t defeat him, I want to help…”

Song Zhenhai’s face was solemn as he patted her small hand, “Don’t worry, go ahead, but remember to act within your abilities.”

Song Linger’s face turned red as she nodded lightly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With each step Zuo Zhiyuan took, the floor tiles beneath his feet shattered instantly, and the ground trembled along with his footsteps. At the same time, it seemed as if a strong wind was swirling around him.

This was the power of a master!

The onlookers couldn’t help but marvel. They had the opportunity to witness such a high-level fight today, which made their trip worthwhile. The Sikong family members seemed to have forgotten that today was Sikong Xinrong’s funeral and that Sikong Anming had just died.

Their furious gazes fell directly on Xiao Shun, waiting for the moment he was defeated so that they could vent their pent-up resentment on him. Zhu Que raised her gun towards Zuo Zhiyuan.

“Bullets no longer won’t work here. Help me watch the Sikong family members; don’t let any of them escape,” Xiao Shun pressed down Zhu Que’s hand and smiled indifferently.

“Understood.”

Zhu Que responded, then turned to look at the Sikong family. Her gaze frightened them, and they huddled together, shivering in panic. She was a ruthless killer, and Sikong Anming had died at her hands.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“I thought the Old School Society would be at least a little better. Turns out you’re just good at these child plays,” Xiao Shun said arrogantly, looking at Zuo Zhiyuan.

The Old School Society members blocking the entrance were all Tire-Five level fighters or higher. They didn’t know much about their new branch head’s strength, but they knew that the realm of any master was beyond their reach.

Although the young man had just killed Tang Zhanpeng with a single palm strike, in terms of cultivation, there was a vast difference between each level. Tang Zhanpeng, as one of the three senexes, had only broken through the Foundation stage a couple of years ago.

However, Master Zuo had broken through the Foundation stage ten years ago, and there were rumors that he had reached the peak of the Foundation stage and was about to step into the Posterior Heaven realm. Naturally, his strength differed greatly from Tang Zhanpeng’s.

“Your will is the boldest one I have ever heard! Take this!”

Zuo Zhiyuan used his Wind Blade technique. Several sharp, knife-like energy waves condensed in the air to form visible milky-white palms that rushed towards Xiao Shun in the blink of an eye.

“As a master you are indeed better than your student a bit,” Xiao Shun said, not avoiding the attack.

The energy waves, carrying the force of a thousand tons, slammed right against him, causing several explosive sounds. Dust filled the air, but he only swayed slightly before regaining his stance.

“What?!”

“Can this kid actually withstand a strike from Master Zuo?”

“It’s my turn now. Watch now!” Xiao Shun pushed out a palm.

In an instant, the entire hall shook, and the lights flickered. A giant palm seemed to appear out of nowhere and rushed towards Zuo Zhiyuan like a speeding train.

Zuo Zhiyuan’s eyes narrowed, and a chill ran down his spine. Without a moment to spare, he quickly gathered energy to form a shield around himself.

With a loud bang, Zuo Zhiyuan was sent flying back several meters through the air. The Old School Society members blocking the entrance were sent flying as well, with more than a dozen members screaming miserably, either dead or injured.

Snowflakes filled the sky, and a thin layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground. Zuo Zhiyuan slid his foot across the ground, leaving a long trace before stabilizing himself.

“Wind Blade? How can you use Wind Blade?!” Zuo Zhiyuan exclaimed in surprise.

Not only could Xiao Shun use it, but the power he unleashed was far stronger than Zuo Zhiyuan’s.

Zuo Zhiyuan had always thought that his Wind Blade had reached its peak and no one could do better.

But today, Xiao Shun’s strike sent him plummeting to rock bottom. He had never imagined that Wind Blade could have such tremendous power.

“Just with any technique, different cultivation levels naturally result in different powers. This should be common knowledge. If you don’t understand this, then it’s an issue with your intelligence,” Xiao Shun’s voice and figure appeared about ten meters away from Zuo Zhiyuan, speaking with a smile.

“What did you say?! Are you saying that you…” Zuo Zhiyuan’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at him.

“It’s impossible. You’re so young, how could your level be higher than mine? Impossible!”

“Even fifteen years ago, my level was already higher than yours. There’s nothing strange about it now.”

Xiao Shun looked up at the sky, opened his palm, and let the snowflakes, like goose feathers, fall gently into his hand. He spoke calmly.