Lin Xiao's words had barely faded when a middle-aged man in his fifties, seething with killing intent, bellowed, "You vermin! You killed my son, and I haven't even settled the score with you. How dare you come here seeking death!"

As he spoke, a powerful, oppressive force rushed forth. Although the man was plain-looking, he exuded an extraordinary aura.

No doubt, this man must be Zhao Chengshan, the head of the Zhao Family.

Lin Xiao, however, looked at him with disdain. "Seeking death? I think it's your Zhao Family that's seeking death. Zhao Qingqing, let me ask you, was it you who ordered my wife's bar to be smashed last night?"

With brazen arrogance, Zhao Qingqing admitted, "That's right, it was me. It's just a crappy bar—so what if I smashed it? What can you do to me?"

"Very well. Very good indeed," Lin Xiao said icily. "I'll give you one chance to live. Your entire Zhao Family will kneel before my wife, apologize, and compensate for all the damages. Do that, and I will leave your corpses whole. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

PFFT.

Zhao Qingqing immediately burst into hysterical laughter. "You filthy beggar, are you brain-dead? Do you genuinely believe that having a martial artist in your bar gives you the right to do whatever you want? I'm not afraid to tell you, filthy beggar, that even if you hadn't come to settle the score today, our Zhao Family wouldn't have spared you."

As she spoke, Zhao Qingqing's gaze fell upon a middle-aged man standing nearby. His appearance was fierce, and a chilling, sinister aura constantly emanated from him. He was clearly no ordinary individual.

In fact, Lin Xiao had noticed this man the moment he entered. After all, of the more than ten people present, he was the only Martial Artist. And a Martial King at that.

Seeing Lin Xiao staring at the man, Zhao Qingqing said smugly, "Filthy beggar, let me introduce you. This is Ding Qizhao, a master from the Immortal Doctor Sect. Our Zhao Family spared no expense to hire him just to take care of you. To die at his hands would be a blessing!"

With that, she turned to Ding Qizhao and said respectfully, "Mr. Ding, I'll leave everything to you. Once this is done, my father will surely reward you handsomely!"

The middle-aged man nodded, his gaze suddenly sharpening as he stared at Lin Xiao. His eyes were like daggers, poised to pierce him through.

"Boy, how do you want to die?" Ding Qizhao asked, his voice as cold as ice.

Lin Xiao chuckled scornfully. "How do you wish to die?"

These words clearly infuriated Ding Qizhao, and his gaze grew even more malevolent. "Boy, I gave you a chance. You're the one who didn't cherish it!" he said venomously.

Zhao Qingqing suddenly spoke up. "Mr. Ding, don't kill this filthy beggar just yet."

"Qingqing, why not?" Zhao Chengshan asked suspiciously.

Zhao Qingqing replied with vile malice, "Father, of course we can't just kill him. I want to lock this filthy beggar and that bitch Su Qingning in a dog cage. Then we'll parade them through Jinling City so everyone can witness their miserable fate. After that, we'll bury them alive next to my brother's grave, forcing them to serve as his slaves for all eternity!"

Zhao Chengshan let out a sinister laugh. Although the pain of losing his son was unbearable, the thought of his daughter's plan brought him a profound sense of satisfaction. "Excellent. Mr. Ding, do as my daughter says!" he commanded.

Listening to the father and daughter, Lin Xiao burned with the desire to kill them right then and there. Without another word, he lunged at Ding Qizhao.

A flash of disdain appeared in Ding Qizhao's eyes. He scoffed, "An insignificant ant like you dares to attack? You're truly looking for—"

But before he could finish his sentence, he found himself unable to utter another word. Lin Xiao's hand, like an iron pincer, was already clamped around his throat.

Instantly, the sensation of suffocation overwhelmed him. His face turned crimson as his eyes began to bulge like a bull's. Ding Qizhao struggled, unwilling to submit, but the moment he moved, Lin Xiao's grip tightened, and he instantly froze, daring not to move again.

"What are your last words?" Lin Xiao asked coldly.

Ding Qizhao roared, "You filthy beggar, you listen to me! I am one of the four Protectors of the Ghost Medicine Sect's tenth hall. If you dare kill me, our Hall Master will never let you go!"

"So those are your last words? Very good. Excellent."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Xiao exerted his strength.

CRACK!

A sickening snap echoed in everyone's ears. The next second, Lin Xiao released his grip. Ding Qizhao collapsed to the ground, as limp as a noodle, completely silent. His eyes, still bulging like a bull's, stared at the world with a mixture of terror and unwillingness.

Silence. A silence so profound you could hear a pin drop descended upon the villa, as if the world itself had ceased to exist. Then, a piercing scream from some terrified soul shattered the quiet. Everyone snapped back to their senses, and a few of the more timid ones immediately began to vomit violently.

Lin Xiao turned his icy gaze upon Zhao Chengshan. His eyes were like daggers emitting a chilling gleam, like the stare of a Shura from the depths of hell.

Fear sprouted in the depths of Zhao Chengshan's heart and spread like wildfire through his entire body. Yes, he was terrified. He never would have dreamed that this filthy beggar could be so formidable. To think that Ding Qizhao, the expert he had hired for a hefty sum, could casually blast a massive boulder to smithereens! And he had assumed that for such a master, killing this beggar would be easier than drinking water. He never, ever expected the tables to be turned so completely.

Zhao Qingqing was even more terrified than her father. She couldn't even bring herself to meet Lin Xiao's gaze, her entire body trembling uncontrollably like a leaf in the wind.

"Speak. What are your last words?" Lin Xiao asked coldly.

When he arrived, Lin Xiao had considered being magnanimous. If the Zhao Family had been willing to kneel and apologize to Su Qingning, he would have dealt only with Zhao Qingqing, since she was the one who had bullied his wife. But he never imagined they would dare to hire help to deal with him—and someone from the Ghost Medicine Sect, no less. In that case, he couldn't be blamed for what was about to happen.

THUD.

Zhao Chengshan dropped to his knees. His face was pale, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Lin Xiao. "Mr. Lin, w-we were wrong! Please, spare our worthless lives! If you let us go, the Zhao Family will be your dogs!"

Lin Xiao scoffed disdainfully. "Sorry, I'm not interested. However, if you agree to one condition, I might consider sparing you."

A glimmer of hope ignited within Zhao Chengshan. He asked frantically, "Mr. Lin, tell me! Whatever the condition is, I'll agree to it!"

"Very well. Kill Zhao Qingqing yourself, and I'll spare the rest of you."

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