The Xiao Clan's Fury? Time to Upgrade the Kitchenware.
Jiang Yuqiong's strength was boundless, his fist striking like a dragon!
Seeing that ferocious punch hurtling toward him, Xiao Aoran was struck with sheer terror!
This kid's movement was too elusive—he had no time to react!
In a panic, Xiao Aoran thrust his feet down, the ground exploding beneath him!
He poured every ounce of strength into a desperate retreat, trying to dodge that thunderous blow!
But he was a step too late!
"THUD!!!"
A deep boom reverberated, like a divine drum shaking the heavens and earth!
That tiny fist slammed into his chest!
"BOOM!"
A burst of radiant energy erupted, sweeping all directions!
Amid a shower of light, Xiao Aoran shot back like a meteor!
"Pfft…"
Still airborne, he spewed a gush of blood, crimson mist spreading!
His chest bore a ghastly dent, nearly touching his spine!
With great effort, he steadied himself far off.
But his aura plummeted, teetering on collapse.
His once-arrogant face paled to a ghostly white!
"Brat!"
Xiao Aoran gritted his teeth, his glare venomous.
He'd never imagined suffering such a loss to this pint-sized pest!
"Brat! I'll remember you!"
"Hope your backers can shield you!"
"Or once we're out, I've got ways to bury you!"
He spat with hatred.
With a flick, the distant bell clanged, flying from the rubble back to his hand.
Mustering his dwindling strength, he turned and fled!
He didn't even spare his two clan brothers.
But Jiang Yuqiong wasn't about to let him off!
"Did I say you could go?"
He snorted, his figure exploding into motion.
The Art of Movement flared, vanishing him from the spot.
In a flash, he caught up, looming above Xiao Aoran!
Seeing him pursue, Xiao Aoran's heart filled with dread.
"Brat!"
"I'm an inner disciple designate of Ancient Heaven Sect! Hurt me, and I'll see you dead without a grave!"
He roared.
"You think Ancient Heaven Sect's your shield?"
"Not just hurt you—kill you, and they won't touch a hair on me!"
Jiang Yuqiong shot back coldly.
His words fell, and a foot stomped down.
Right onto Xiao Aoran's chest!
"CRACK!"
"THUD!"
Amid splintering bones, the少年 crashed into the forest, a loud bang echoing.
"AAAH!!!"
Xiao Aoran screamed.
Agony seared through him—every bone felt shattered.
His strength drained, he couldn't even stand!
Seeing Jiang Yuqiong descend again, he frantically summoned his last reserves, hurling the bell at him!
Simultaneously, he crushed a jade token.
"Swish…"
Dazzling runes flared, forming a mystic array around him.
Jiang Yuqiong's step faltered briefly.
But he soon snatched the bell into his grasp.
Meanwhile, a potent spatial force enveloped Xiao Aoran.
"Brat! I'll kill you!"
"I'll wait at the exit—brace for Ancient Heaven Sect and the Xiao Clan's wrath!"
He glared upward, snarling.
The teleportation runes flashed and faded!
When the light cleared, only a smear of blood remained—no trace of Xiao Aoran.
Jiang Yuqiong gave it a casual glance.
"Runs pretty fast!"
He smirked.
Xiao Aoran's escape didn't faze him.
A clown like that wasn't worth much thought.
As for the Xiao Clan's wrath…
Heh!
Jiang Yuqiong scoffed, hefting the bell back to the mountaintop.
His tiny figure landed, a towering war god in their eyes!
"How's he… so strong?!"
Everyone froze.
Eyes bulged like bells.
Throats bobbed, hearts raced—disbelief flooded them!
The scene shattered their understanding!
Xiao Aoran, Spirit Nurturing Seventh Layer with a seventh-grade treasure—formidable!
Yet in this kid's hands, he was clay—molded and crushed at will!
He couldn't even flee, forced to burn his token to escape.
Too terrifying!
He was just a two-ish-year-old toddler!
This strong—utterly freakish!
And clearly, he'd used only physical power!
What kind of monster had such might?!
"No wonder he robbed so many! He's genuinely terrifying!"
"His special physique must tie to his body—a total freak!"
"Can't imagine a flesh this fierce existing!"
Cultivators shuddered in awe!
They'd never heard of such a monstrous body!
"Boss… too… too fierce!"
Hui Shoutao was dumbstruck.
He'd felt Jiang Yuqiong's strength, but not this insane!
No wonder he didn't flinch with so many closing in!
This power!
Qin Yuxi was the most stunned.
"L-Little… baby?"
Her lips parted, face etched with shock!
Then a wry smile spread.
She'd treated him like a baby, teased him, tried shielding him.
Who'd have thought he was this savage?!
Like an ancient barbaric dragon!
This strength—not invincible here, but few could match him!
No wonder!
No wonder they called him the little demon king!
That title wasn't hype!
"Let's go!"
Xiao Aoquan and the other Xiao Clan少年 activated their tokens, vanishing.
Jiang Yuqiong ignored them.
Under awed stares, he tossed the bell onto the peak with a "DONG."
"Han Xuan, grab this!"
"Makes a great duck roaster!"
He said.
"Got it, Boss! I'll figure it out!"
Han Xuan chirped, elated.
A new cooking tool meant new eats.
But the crowd exchanged looks, floored.
A seventh-grade treasure—a roast oven in his eyes?
Well!
There's that sixth-grade cauldron too, now a soup pot, tipped over empty.
"Let's bounce!"
Someone whispered.
They'd planned to rob the little demon king.
Now? Forget it!
Keep going, and who'd rob who was anyone's guess!
In a flash, many turned to leave.
But a naive voice rang in their ears.
"Don't rush off!"
"Come on! Since you're here, let's chat life, dream big!"