60: A person fell from the sky

"Come back to me!"

Xiao Qingyuan instinctively reached out to the sky, attempting to control the dark clouds and reduce their size.

Unexpectedly, the blue dark clouds immediately stirred up a vortex.

As their area contracted, the power contained within them grew increasingly violent.

Xiao Qingyuan broke out in a cold sweat.

Over a hundred acres?

That's equivalent to ten football fields.

Fortunately, he was experimenting by his own scenic lake, where few people usually came, so the falling ice cones didn't injure anyone.

But they did pierce the frozen lake surface, leaving it riddled with holes.

The poor fat fish were first frozen solid by him, then stabbed repeatedly by the ice cones.

It was truly miserable!

Immediately after.

As the cloud mass rapidly contracted, it became even darker and denser.

Although the ice cones disappeared.

The oppressive Aura emanating from the sky grew increasingly ferocious.

It seemed on the verge of becoming uncontrollable.

Under the pressure,

Xiao Qingyuan had a flash of inspiration and clenched his fist suddenly.

"Void Handprint!"

"Come out for me!"

Boom—!

As soon as this technique was unleashed, ice cones no longer emerged from the sky.

Lightning surged, illuminating the dark clouds for a moment.

A phantom hand appeared in the center of the vortex, rapidly growing larger as the cloud mass compressed.

With an icy blue, tail-like flame, it suddenly clenched into a fist.

Immediately after.

A ten-meter-diameter, house-sized ice fist crashed down.

Rumble—!

The ice surface couldn't bear the weight and exploded with a roar.

The gigantic ice fist smashed into the bottom of the water.

Xiao Qingyuan only felt the fist was within reach, flashing by and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Only after the water splashed did the sound of wind belatedly arrive.

This was an illusion caused by its immense power.

However, Xiao Qingyuan stared blankly upwards.

Just now,

The second the ice fist emerged from the vortex's apex, a familiar figure actually followed closely behind it.

He tumbled out of the dissipating icy blue dark clouds in a disheveled state.

His appearance looked extremely miserable.

Xiao Qingyuan's heart skipped a beat at the sight.

It's over!

He injured someone!

Xiao Qingyuan, having come back to his senses, was filled with anxiety.

He quickly extended both hands and ran forward.

But then he heard a thud.

A figure slammed down about half a meter in front of him.

Boom—!

Xiao Qingyuan's mouth twitched.

Only then did he truly clearly see the newcomer.

It was none other than the silver-armored young general who had previously come to his house to deliver orders, instructing them to fully cultivate spiritual fields.

However, at this moment, where was the arrogant grandeur he had before?

The originally impressive cloud Magical Artifact lay on the ground like putty, torn in half.

Like a deflating balloon, it quickly shrunk into two dry, white lumps of earth.

His silver-white armor was tattered, and his breastplate was incomplete.

Not only was his lower leg unnaturally twisted, but an ice cone was also stuck in his shoulder.

It took him a while to groan and regain some consciousness.

"Ouch, ouch, where did he hit me?"

Xiao Qingyuan quickly and awkwardly helped him up.

The commotion caused here was too great, although no one was injured.

But a cloud mass the size of a hundred acres would certainly attract his uncle and others to investigate.

It would be hard to explain.

Xiao Qingyuan looked at this person, his head aching even more.

What a mess this was.

"May I ask..."

However, the next second.

The silver-armored young general, clutching his waist with a pained expression, had already come to his senses.

His eyes suddenly sharpened.

A series of sharp screeches immediately echoed in the air.

"Xiao Clan Immortal Family, how dare you attack an imperial envoy, are you rebelling!"

"You're the one who hit me, aren't you?"

"You're finished, your whole family is finished!"

"Do you know who I am?"

Xiao Qingyuan paused at his words, then stepped back half a pace, silently widening the distance.

He probed, "Hero, may I ask if anyone knew you were coming before you arrived?"

"Hmm, so what if no one knew? If they knew, they might..." The young general nodded, then suddenly snapped back to attention,Asked stupidly: "Huh? What do you mean, did anyone know when I came out?"

Xiao Qingyuan did not speak, merely silently retreating another step.

The next second, an icy sword light quietly appeared.

Xiaobai, who had arrived silently at some point, moved without a sound.

When her figure appeared, a gleaming cold ice sword was in her hand, and she immediately held it to the newcomer's neck without a word.

Immediately after, a wooden vine followed closely, tightly coiling around him.

Tender shoots broke through the earth, and Guanyin Nu emerged from within.

At this moment, Guanyin Nu had long lost her usual cheerful demeanor, and the tip of the wooden vine pressed against the enemy's brow.

She had every intention of directly inserting it, appearing very decisive.

The slightly slower Qin Hongniang held a steel saber upside down, and Xie Yuming even held a familiar iron hammer.

Finally, at the very end, the pregnant Xiaoqing also held a pot, hurrying over with small, quick steps.

Her pretty face was filled with determination.

Gulp—!

Cold sweat constantly broke out on the young general's forehead.

This situation wasn't right.

He... they... shouldn't they be scared to their knees begging for mercy, and freely offer the Xiao Clan Immortal Family's heritage, compensating for all of next year's harvest as well?

Why do they look so aggressive, as if they want to kill me?

But how could this be possible?

"Behave!"

"B-brother, calm down, you absolutely must not do anything rash."

Bang—!

"Ouch~, let's talk this out nicely..."

A moment later, Yang Zhantang, who was tied up, was roughly thrown into the woodshed.

A small puff of dust rose.

Even so, Xiao Qingyuan still felt it wasn't safe enough.

He took out two genuine Spirit Sealing Talismans and applied them to him.

Sure enough, the remaining magical power in his body was also firmly sealed away.

At this moment, in the woodshed.

Xiao Qingyuan sat opposite him with an expressionless face, still clutching his communication jade slip.

His five wives and concubines stood in a row behind him, all six pairs of eyes fixed on him.

Yang Zhantang cautiously surveyed his surroundings; all he saw were wooden crates and straw.

His heart gradually sank to rock bottom.

He felt like crying but had no tears.

In his perception, the Xiao Family was already considered his subordinate.

He had braved the icy weather to come and see if these subordinate minor immortal clans were obedient.

After all, this matter was linked to his military merits.

He couldn't afford to be careless.

Therefore, he chose to inspect secretly.

As a result, he found that the Xiao Family was indeed obedient, having cultivated over seven hundred acres of spiritual fields in one go.

Just as he was about to reveal himself, meet, and once again admonish the generous Xiao Family Old Ancestor, to see if he could get a few more talismans.

He was quickly engulfed by a strange blue cloud that suddenly appeared.

His heart was startled.

He quickly tried to activate his Magical Artifact to escape, but his surrounding magical power was unknowingly frozen and stagnant.

Even his flying Magical Artifact had problems; a vortex appeared out of thin air.

The force was so great that it spun him rapidly.

The subsequent events were beyond his control.

At this moment, he only felt regret.

This Xiao Family kid, his whole family isn't normal at all.

They even dared to hit a superior, too brutal.

Caw!

When he came back to his senses.

He saw Xiao Qingyuan snap a wooden stick with a crack, his eyes fixed on his lower leg.

Terrifying.

Brutal.

He's trying to scare me!

Yang Zhantang shivered at the sight and quickly forced a pained, awkward, aggrieved smile, saying, "Brother, big brother, is it too late for me to apologize now?"

Xiao Qingyuan paused his actions.

Then he pulled a hemp rope from the corner and tightly wrapped one of his lower legs around a wooden plank.

Only then did he suddenly realize that one of his lower legs had been broken without his knowledge.

Yang Zhantang's mood immediately brightened again at the sight.

He was about to speak.

But then Xiao Qingyuan's voice was faint: "If apologies were useful, what would we need Magical Artifacts for...?"

"Don't worry, pain is normal, just bear with it..."

Yang Zhantang: ...It's even scarier, okay? ε(┬┬﹏┬┬)3