My Xianxia Harem Life

Hak!

Hak!

Hak!

Elder Michael opened his mouth to speak, but all that escaped was a painful cough.

Blood trickled from his lips, and he staggered, his body wracked with tremors.

The severity of his earlier injury became painfully clear—he wasn’t just wounded, he was near death.

His body, still oozing blood, refused to cooperate.

With gritted teeth, he pulled a pill from his storage ring, swallowing it swiftly.

The healing effects were immediate, and gradually, his condition stabilized.

”You won’t take a disciple of my Stone Mountain Sect while I still draw breath!” Elder Michael’s voice was hoarse but firm, his determination burning brightly through the pain.

”Then die, old fool!” Lucas Prince sneered, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

He raised his sword high, preparing to bring it down with lethal force.

The air crackled with the tension of imminent death.

Just as the blade began its descent, Riley made his presence known, stepping forward and calling out with an icy command.

”Halt,” Riley’s voice rang clear through the chaos.

Everyone turned toward him in surprise, and Lucas Prince narrowed his eyes in irritation.

He recognized Riley instantly—this was the new elder who had risen through the ranks with astonishing speed.

In a mere day, Riley had ascended to the Golden Core Realm, a feat that defied logic and expectation.

Such a rapid rise to power was a problem Lucas wasn’t prepared to deal with at the moment.

He prided himself on being able to prioritize, and he knew that dealing with Riley now would complicate his mission.

”Riley Mason,” Lucas said coldly, his voice dripping with disdain.

”Go away. You are not my purpose today. But mark my words—someday, I will come for you too.”

”Hahaha! You’re wise to know not to mess with me,” Riley sneered, a smug grin spreading across his face.

”Do you know who my grandfather is? He’ll slaughter you like a pig and twist your body like a twig. You should be the one to leave before you risk offending my grandpa and my clan!”

Riley stood taller, his hands placed confidently on his waist, striking a pose of superiority.

His voice was thick with arrogance as he sized up Lucas Prince, fully aware of the effect his words could have.

”Boy, don’t speak nonsense, or I’ll kill you first, then wipe out your entire clan, your nine generations, and every last one of your pets, dogs, and animals!” Lucas Prince’s voice was like thunder, but there was an underlying hesitation in his tone.

In truth, he wasn’t eager to engage in a fight with Riley—not yet.

The mystery surrounding Riley’s rapid rise was troubling.

He knew that to challenge him without understanding his full capabilities could spell disaster.

Lucas despised complications, and dealing with this unknown variable felt like just that.

”Kill me? Try it, if you dare!” Riley shouted, his voice full of challenge, his stance unwavering.

A disciple, his face pale with fear, stepped forward cautiously, his voice trembling.

”Elder Riley, Lucas Prince is at the 10th and peak stage of the Golden Core Realm, while you’re only at the 1st stage. Isn’t it unwise to antagonize someone of his power?”

The disciples glanced nervously between Riley and Lucas, unsure of how to proceed.

No one moved; they knew that running would be futile.

They didn’t stand a chance against someone of Lucas Prince’s caliber, and they were all too aware of it.

”Peak Golden Core expert? That’s nothing compared to my grandfather,” Riley sneered, his voice dripping with confidence.

”I’ll count to ten. If I see you still standing there, I’ll tell my grandfather, and by morning, your head will be hanging at the gates of our Stone Mountain Sect!”

Lucas Prince remained silent, his mind racing as he analyzed the situation.

He had lived for over a century and was on the verge of breaking into the Nascent Soul Realm within a year or two.

He prided himself on being meticulous, always acting according to his plans.

The emergence of someone like Riley, with his unknown potential, was a serious complication.

Lucas had considered the benefits of capturing Leia Frost today, but the risk of provoking an enemy like Riley was far too great.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Lucas Prince opened his mouth, ready to retreat.

”Oka...” His voice was heavy with reluctance, but just as he prepared to leave, something unexpected happened.

”Time’s up. Die, you evil fucker!” Riley’s shout broke the tense silence. With a flick of his fingers, Riley called out, ”Treasure, open!”

The disciples watched in disbelief, unsure of what was happening.

They thought Riley had lost his mind—until they saw Lucas Prince’s face contort with fear.

”Not good!” Lucas’s instincts screamed. The hairs on his body stood on end as the atmosphere around him seemed to shift.

He knew what was coming and desperately tried to react, attempting to fly away to safety.

But it was too late.

A massive palm strike descended from the heavens, faster than he could even attempt to move.

The force of it was catastrophic.

Boom!

The ground shook violently as the giant palm crashed into the earth.

When the dust finally cleared, nothing remained of Lucas Prince or the Thunder Wing Wyvern but a mangled heap of flesh.

A deep, unmistakable palm imprint was left on the ground, a testament to the sheer power that had just been unleashed.

The disciples stood frozen, their mouths agape in shock.

They had witnessed something beyond their comprehension—a display of power so overwhelming that they could only stare in awe.

Riley, standing tall and calm amidst the destruction, looked more like a monster than a man.

”Oh? Don’t look at me like that. You’re all making me blush.” Riley chuckled lightly, brushing off the dust from his golden robes with exaggerated care.

His tone was playful, almost mocking, as he surveyed the stunned disciples around him.

The situation had unfolded in a way he hadn’t entirely expected, but the result was still exactly what he had hoped for.

As he moved closer to Elder Michael, he noticed the older man’s injury more clearly.

Riley knelt down, gently checking the wound with a careful touch, his face briefly serious.

Though he appeared concerned, there was a glimmer of something else in his eyes—a satisfaction in seeing his plans unfold as anticipated.

But it wasn’t just Elder Michael’s condition that caught his attention.

No, it was Leia Frost.

He noticed the subtle shift in her expression as she processed the chaos and destruction that had just occurred.

For the briefest moment, there was a flicker of something in her eyes—a mixture of awe, curiosity, and perhaps a hint of admiration.

Got you, Riley thought to himself, the corner of his lips twitching into a smug smile.

He had seen it, that fleeting change in her demeanor. His plan was working, and he knew it.

More than that, he heard another familiar sound at this time.

Ding!

Ding!