CHAPTER 251: CHAPTER 251: RELYING ON MY HARD FISTS

Immediately, Xia Yan let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, "Ah!!!!"

Xia Mian lazily withdrew her hand, walked to Xia Zhun’s side, squatted down to check Xia Zhun’s injuries.

The stab from Xia Yan was quite vicious, Xia Zhun’s lower back was already a bloody mess.

Song Juan, after getting free, was the first to kneel beside Xia Zhun, her eyes red as she urgently asked, "Xia Zhun, how are you?"

Xia Zhun’s face was pale; using the magic to defy fate twice had caused him tremendous backlash.

Given his strength, Xia Yan’s knife shouldn’t have pierced into his body at all, but now, not only did Xia Yan stab him, he even injured Xia Zhun’s core.

"I’m fine, don’t cry!" Xia Zhun raised his hand to wipe away Song Juan’s tears at the corners of her eyes.

Song Juan’s tears flowed freely as if they were without worth, looking at the red behind Xia Zhun, biting her lip full of guilt, "Xia Zhun, I don’t want you to die."

Xia Zhun sighed lightly, "I won’t die."

Xia Zhun’s tone was gentle, his expression somewhat melancholy, "However, I really might need to leave for a while."

The feeling that he could fall asleep at any time, be attacked at any time, and be unable to control his own future made Xia Zhun very dissatisfied.

Since things had reached this point, he might as well start anew.

Start anew, body refining, quenching divine sense, starting all over, he was still the unparalleled genius of the Divine Clan.

"Leave?" Song Juan frowned, instinctively thinking of what Xia Zhun had said before about "starting over."

"I’ll go with you." Song Juan’s eyes showed determination.

Xia Zhun decided to start over, but she wasn’t sure whether Xia Zhun could return, or if she could endure the long separation after deciding to start over together, waiting for his return.

While Song Juan and Xia Zhun were exchanging heartfelt words, Xia Liang slowly walked up to Xia Yan and kicked him down, stepping on his back.

"Xia Yan, haven’t we treated you well over the years in the Divine Clan?" Xia Liang stomped Xia Yan hard underfoot, but his words were filled with deep disappointment.

Xia Yan was his brother’s child, growing up with Xia Zhun. Their relationship couldn’t be called great, but there shouldn’t have been any grudges.

Yet now, knowing Xia Zhun’s health was unstable, Xia Yan still went so heavy-handed against him!

"Treated me well? Ha, why is it that only your lineage deserves to inherit the title of Divine Master generation after generation? Is your lineage more noble than all the members of the Divine Clan?" Xia Yan, though stepped on, was full of defiance.

"The position of Divine Master has always gone to those capable. I support you if you have the capability to compete for it, but not through such despicable means!" Xia Liang scolded angrily, "You disgrace to the Divine Clan, parasite!"

Using such sordid methods to harm so many innocent people in the Divine Clan and then having the audacity to accuse us of monopolizing the position and refusing to give others a chance?

"Ha, it’s easy for you to say, but do you even see others?" Xia Yan bit his lip tightly, "Your son is a prodigy, and now there’s a granddaughter who’s a once-in-a-century genius. All of us are crushed by your lineage. If I don’t compete, our lineage will never get to take the position of Divine Master."

This also means he’ll never have the right to access more resources, can’t rely on resources to foster a genius!

A vicious cycle, they’ll never be destined for the position of Divine Master!

"Still arguing!" Xia Heng, who had hurried over, looked down at Xia Yan with disappointment.

Because of Xia Yan’s conflict with Xia Weiqing, the suspicion between him and Xia Weizhang was cleared, and they were released by the guards of the Divine Clan.

Once released, Xia Heng heard about what happened at Bishui Residence and rushed over immediately.

"Xia Yan, speak with your conscience, do you have the abilities to carry the burden of the Divine Clan? Don’t you have any sense of your own worth?" Xia Heng was livid, because Xia Yan’s greedy ambition had caused him and his son to suffer undue disaster. If it weren’t inappropriate to beat Xia Yan now, he’d really want to slap him to death!

"Xia Heng, shut up!" Xia Yan’s gaze was dark, "It’s your own business if you want to suck up to others! I don’t want to always suck up to others!"

He’s had enough of being ordered and bossed around!

"Stubborn fool!" Xia Heng shook his head and walked over to Xia Zhun, "Young Master, are you alright?"

Xia Zhun’s face was not looking good, being held in Song Juan’s arms, appearing as if asleep.

"He’s alright." Xia Mian answered him, "He’s fine."

When Xia Mian spoke, her gaze never left Xia Zhun’s pale face.

Xia Zhun closed his eyes, this time not opening them again.

Song Juan held Xia Zhun, her eyes slightly closed, her face full of sorrow, completely still.

"He’s just asleep; he’ll wake up after a while." Song Juan seemed to be telling others, or perhaps comforting herself.

After saying this, she leaned tightly into Xia Zhun’s arms and slowly closed her eyes.

Xia Mian turned her head to look at Xia Yan, who was being stepped on by Xia Liang.

This fool had thoroughly disrupted the Divine Clan!

"How do you plan to deal with him?" Xia Mian looked at Xia Liang with indifference and asked.

Xia Liang squinted his old eyes without speaking.

"If you can’t do it, I can handle it for you." Xia Mian raised an eyebrow lightly.

Xia Zhun was her father, and although they hadn’t spent much time together, her father gave her a second life, and now, injured like this, he had no choice but to abandon Song Juan and start over. The person who hurt Xia Zhun could not be forgiven!

Xia Liang slowly lifted his foot, releasing Xia Yan, "I’ll leave it to you."

Xia Mian’s willingness to take part in Divine Clan matters made Xia Liang very pleased.

As long as Xia Mian was willing to manage Divine Clan affairs, accepting everything from the Divine Clan was just a matter of time.

Freed, Xia Yan struggled to get up from the ground.

The hand that was severed continued to gush blood, looking particularly gruesome and terrifying.

"How do you want to die?" Xia Mian’s gaze fell coldly on Xia Yan.

The moment Xia Zhun decided to start over, Song Juan’s presence also vanished completely.

She knew that Song Juan was genuinely determined to start over with Xia Zhun.

The beauty that was missed, she wanted to make up for when starting over.

In just half an hour, Xia Mian lost both Xia Zhun and Song Juan. She felt a burning fire inside her that would consume her unless she burned someone else!

"Xia Mian!" Xia Weiqing suddenly stood up, protectively shielding Xia Yan, "What gives you the right to deal with my father? How long have you been in the Divine Clan? What gives you the right to dictate everything about the Divine Clan!"

Just as Xia Weiqing finished speaking, Xia Mian had already kicked, sending Xia Weiqing flying.

"Why? Because my fists are strong, is this reason enough?" Xia Mian’s eyes were as cold as ice, not even glancing at Xia Weiqing whom she had kicked away.