Chapter 24 - Fall Of The Zhu Clan

The scent of blood filled the air. The faint screams from the burning Zhu camp hid the sound of iron clashing with shadows, and the Pulse Condensation Martial Artists cursed their Young Master for the situation they were currently caught in.

'Fuck! If I ever get my hands on Zhu Yan, I'll fuċkɨnġ kill him!'.

The 3rd Elder cursed inwardly as he evaded another strike from the small child's giant black arm. It's massively sharp claws already killed two of his fellow Elders, and cut off the 4th Elders arm!

Bing Xian enclosed the area with his purplish-black mist, sending images of vivid demons and bloodthirsty ghosts into the minds of any of the Elders who dared try and run away, or any unlucky Zhu Clan soldier that accidentally wandered too close.

He spun to his left, narrowly dodging a blow from the Zhu Clan head, and parried an attack of the one armed Elder who he had just dismembered.

His eyes were calm, and his breathing steady as he practiced the "shifting" aspect of the [Thirteen Shadow Transformations]. It allowed his body to shift directions constantly, never once moving the same direction once in a row, never showing a visible pattern in his movements.

He eventually closed his eyes and extended his spiritual sense out into the world around him. His mind allowing the images of the world around him to form a picture of his attackers.

Jump up and swing your arm around in a full 360 degrees.

The one of the left has his footwork disrupted, swipe his feet and block and overhead slash.

*Clang*!

The other two have attacked you simultaneously in order to provide support for their off guard comrade, retreat back three paces and through out a [Twilight Slash] at their legs.

*Swish*!

"Ahhh! My leg! My fuċkɨnġ leg!".

Bing Xian smirked behind the mask.

'Like puppets on strings'. He muttered inwardly.

He stood tall. As tall as his six year old body would allow and gazed domineeringly at the group of men, his head raised as if looking down on them.

"I told you. I will kill everyone whose surname is Zhu. And once your gone, the foundations the Zhu Clan would've created in Green Mulberry City would be destroyed".

The small child's words were like daggers to their hearts, and his talent was like a hundred tonne brick on their psyche.

How could such a young child possess a cultivation that exceeded Pulse Condensation! They were all grown men in their forties and fifties! How could a young brat who hadn't even grown any hair down there get the better of them!?

Was he a monster!? A demon from one of the Holy Lands?!

Thoughts ran through their minds at over a million miles per hour which distracted them enough to notice that Bing Xian's figure had vanished, and a cool breeze came over their body.

'Fuck!'.

The 1st Elder of the Zhu Clan, felt a coldness envelop his body, before covering his neck in pain as massive amounts of blood gushed out from a tiny nick, obviously from the small figure behind them.

"Why you little! I'll fuċkɨnġ kill you!".

The 4th Elder cursed loudly at Bing Xian, and rushed towards him. His eyes full of crazy maliciousness, and a complete disregard for his other two brothers voices behind him.

Bing Xian had just used another transformations of the [Thirteen Shadow Transformations]; the aspect of "invisibility". It was one of the hardest transformations to attain, and even Bing Xian hadn't even reached the small success stage of the transformation!

He raised his massive [Holy Shadow] Beast arm and grabbed the sword the 4th Zhu Clan Elder swung at him, causing the 4th Elder to raise his eyebrows and leap back.

But would Bing Xian let him have the chance?

A large tendril, completely fashioned out of Bing Xian's shadows, came shooting out of the darkness beneath the six year old, and pierce straight through the 4th Elders head!

The tip was sharp and it entered through the eye. The Zhu Clan Head and the 3rd Elder couldn't bȧrė to look at their fellow Zhu Clan member be killed in such a manner, and averted their eyes as Bing Xian threw his corpse off to the side.

"And then there were two....". Said Bing Xian in a bored manner.

He tilted his head slightly and gazed at the two Zhu Clan members, and pointed his giant [Holy Beast] arm at the 3rd Elder.

"You only have one leg. How do you expect to get out of this alive?".

The 3rd Elder stood in front of the Zhu Clan Head, and pushed him back, closer to the purplish-black mist and further away from Bing Xian.

"Go! Zhu Yang! Go now and leave! Get your stupid son and return to Green Mulberry City!".

"No! Even if I leave here today, this monster will keep going after us. 6th Brother is still in Green Mulberry City. Even if he possesses the lowest cultivation out of all seven of us, he is still a Pulse Condensation Realm Martial Artist! He can keep the Zhu Clan stable until the next generation mȧturės!".

Zhu Yang's gaze turned to the four bodies on the ground. Constantly leaking out blood with eyes wide open, a look of shook evident on their cold dead faces.

He exhaled heavily and gazed at Bing Xian. A cold fury burning his eyes.

"I realize this may be my son's fault for trying to force that Wang Family girl to become his concubine.... but why did you have to do this! There's no way someone of your stature and status could possibly have anything to do with such a small and isolated village!

Why! Why did you attack us! If you wanted, I could gift you a a thousand girl's whose beauty equals or exceeds that girls! Are you really doing this for one petty reason!?".

Zhu Yang's voice broke several times, as the thick scent of blood entered his nose. His eyes locked onto Bing Xian's figure as his mask vanished and his starry blue eyes looked into his own.

An even greater expression of rage marked the small child's face.

"Why?", he responded.

Bing Xian's tone expressed one of disgust and revulsion! It sounded so harsh that even Xiao An and the silly crane were put off by his tone.

He raised his fist arrogantly at Zhu Yang and the 3rd Elder, who warily gazed the small child in front of them.

"The strong devour the weak! And the weak obey the strong! Zhu Yan tried to exercise this right over me and he payed the consequences... in full!".

Another painful scream echoed out in the distance, and a loud beast cry rung out in the camp center.

"It's a [Tempest Mastodon]! A Pulse Condensation Beast!".

"Quick! Someone get the Clan Head!".

"What do you mean you don't know where he is! Go fuċkɨnġ get him!".

"Father! Father where are you! Father we've got to... ahhh!".

Zhu Yang's heart started to bleed, and his eyes started to go watery. He knew whose voice that was in the background.... and he couldn't save him!

Bing Xian continued.

A warm, domineering power started to flow into his body, and his iris turned golden and his pupils changed into slits! The image of a enormous divine bird whose wingspan stretched entire galaxies and who claws could tear through space and time, hung behind Bing Xian.

Zhu Yang and the 3rd Elder were speechless.

".... But.... I was given a chance", Bing Xian's voice turned mellow, yet his overpowering aura still froze Zhu Yang and the 3rd Elder where they stood.

"I was given a chance to life as one of the strong. I was given a chance to become one of the strong. I was given a chance to live a life I always dreamed of....".

His gaze rose upwards, as if looking at something.

"And I promised myself.... that if anyone ever tried to make me feel weak again...".

The formless image of the enormous divine bird raised its claws up and swung down with a force that could've cut space and time.

Bing Xian stared at the bodies and the warm spiritual power that came from his Dantian faded. His face serene and his starry eyes tranquil, despite the scent of iron and ash coming from all around him.

"I would show them what "true" strength really was".