Demon Sword And The Deathly Palm

Chapter — 1

A joyous celebration was still underway at the Xiao Family Manor. Red lanterns hung in rows throughout the main hall.

Warm light reflected off the smiling faces of the guests. String and brass music played in unison, while long tables were laden with sumptuous dishes.

There were aromatic roast meats, freshly opened old spirits, and spirit fruits rarely seen in the market.

Laughter and conversation filled the air. However, amidst the festive atmosphere, something suddenly changed.

“Ha ha ha!! ….”

Wild laughter was heard. A cold, suffocating breeze suddenly spread without warning along with the laughter.

Everyone felt goosebumps all over their bodies.

That's not just an ordinary fear.

It's an instinct all martial artists possess—a sense of imminent danger to one's own life.

Several glasses of wine fell from the guests' hands, clattering on the stone floor without anyone noticing.

After a few more breaths ....

The laughter was heard again.

“Ha ha ha ....”

The sound of laughter boomed loudly.

The laughter was not only loud, but also echoed from all directions. It was as if the sky and earth were shaking with it.

The sound wave swept across the Xiao Clan village, making the roof tiles rattle and the windows vibrate violently.

The music stopped completely. The crowd fell silent, everyone looking up at the sky with pale faces.

Then words of obvious sarcasm were directed at the entire Xiao Clan which were emitted using true energy.

“Sigh, you're truly shameless. You're on the verge of death, yet you still have time to throw a grand feast here. The Xiao Clan has truly devoured the heart of the Dragon and the heart of the Phoenix.”

The tone was full of mockery, as if he were talking about a bunch of fools who were unaware of their own doom.

“But that doesn't matter either. Just think of it as a party to send you all off to your deaths.”

As soon as the last sentence echoed, a tremendous pressure descended from the sky.

The air became heavy like molten lead.

Several low-level practitioners immediately fell to their knees, gasping for breath. Their faces paled in an instant.

That voice carries enormous pressure and coercion.

It made everyone's faces pale and their knees shake violently.

It was as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on their heads.

Several long tables were cracked. The wooden posts creaked loudly.

Even the Grandmaster-level practitioners of the Xiao Clan could not withstand that coercion.

The Grandmasters, who had previously sat with dignity, were now gritting their teeth, their muscles tensed, as cold sweat poured down their temples.

One of the elders whispered softly, “This … this is Earth Warrior level pressure …”

It was as if all the martial practitioners in the Xiao Clan were forced to their knees just by the energy emitted from that sound wave.

Some of the younger generation were simply unable to hold on and fell to their knees with a loud thud.

The elders and the Patriarch of the Xiao Clan looked at each other.

Even though their faces were pale, they still forced themselves.

Xiao Feng—Patriarch of the Xiao Clan—slowly stood up from his chair. His robes trembled violently from the pressure, but he kept his back straight.

He knew that if he showed weakness now, the entire morale of the clan would collapse.

Xiao Feng clearly knew that a powerful senior who was probably at the Earth Swordsman level had come to find out about them.

But, in his memory, not a single person from the Xiao Clan had offended a scourge at that level.

Enduring the immense pressure, the Xiao Clan Patriarch—Xiao Feng—asked in a forced, steady voice, “Senior, we have never offended you. Why don’t you come in and enjoy the banquet? We will serve you well.”

His tone of voice was polite, not condescending, nor flattering.

However, the answer Xiao Feng got was just a cold snort.

“Sigh! Just a bunch of ants, not worthy of entertaining me.”

As soon as the words fell, several young practitioners of the Xiao Clan clenched their fists in anger.

But they did not dare to speak.

After those words were spoken, many black shadows quickly filled the roof of the Xiao Clan building.

One … Two … Ten … Thirty black shadow figures.

Like crows perched on rooftops before a disaster, they were people dressed in black with their faces covered by masks.

Their eyes were cold and emotionless. The aura they emitted was oppressive. Their energy was not hidden in the slightest.

It was clear that those people were powerful practitioners at the Grandmaster level.

The lowest are at the Early Grandmaster level. Some are even approaching the peak of Grandmaster.

Xiao Feng gritted his teeth. ‘That many … this isn’t a warning. This is a massacre.’

“Senior—” Xiao Feng was still trying to negotiate, but before his words came out, he was cut off by other words.

“Let’s move,” the voice from the sky rang out again, “Starting with the Xiao Clan’s most proud young talent. Just destroy that brat’s martial pulse and all his meridians.”

Those words were like a knife piercing the heart.

Several elders immediately turned to look at a boy sitting in the front row—clearly referring to the clan's proud young talent—Xiao Chen.

The voice continued again in a mocking tone.

“I don't want to come across as too oppressive. Besides, if there's no resistance at all, it's really no fun.”

A thin laugh was heard, cynical and full of mockery.

“If someone can escape and survive, consider it his luck to live a few more years.”

As soon as those words ended, the pressure felt by all the Xiao Clan members lifted—the Earth Warrior level practitioner released the pressure exerted on the Xiao Clan.

The air felt light again.

Several people gasped for breath, falling to the ground from the sudden change in pressure.

But they didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief. The men in black standing on the rooftop had already moved.

They didn't scream. They didn't give a long signal. They just jumped down like the shadow of death.

The first attack came so fast that it was hard for the eye to catch.

A young Xiao Clan practitioner who had just stood up was suddenly sent flying backward. Blood spurted from his mouth. His chest was sunken in, and he died instantly in a single blow.

“Protect the younger generation!” shouted one of the elders.

The clash of energies immediately filled the entire courtyard.

Swords clashed with swords. Fists collided with palms.

Screams rang out. Several Xiao Clan members fell in one blow.

The Xiao Clan Grandmasters immediately leaped forward, trying to hold back the attackers.

“Form a defensive formation!” Xiao Feng shouted.

Several elders immediately moved to form a circle, their energies connecting to form a temporary barrier in front of the main hall.

But the attackers were too strong.

One of the black-masked attackers burst in with incredible speed.

He immediately moved towards Xiao Chen, his attack clearly not with the intention of killing, but rather to leave Xiao Chen paralyzed and disabled.

But, will the attack be successful immediately?!