Qi Tianhong looked up, and the moment he saw the gathered ancestors of the Qin family, his face instantly turned deathly pale. It was that group of old fogeys from the Qin family whose tempers were fouler than stones in a latrine and more explosive than magma in a volcano.
Boom!!!
With a loud bang, the mountain gate of the Qi family was blasted into pieces. This was not caused by any attack, but was directly crushed by the monstrous killing intent of the Qin family ancestors.
Shattered stones scattered and smoke filled the air. The Qi family disciples guarding the gate did not even have time to scream before they were crushed into dust by this shockwave.
The Fifth Ancestor, Qin Cang, stood in the sky above the Qi family estate. The battle axe in his hand emitted a dazzling crimson light. A cold gleam flashed across the axe blade, reflecting his murderous face. The blood of an alien Immortal Emperor still lingered on his battle armor, permeating the air with Daoist rhymes and making his entire being appear even more deadly.
Qi Tianhong! Get the hell out here! I want you to pay with your life for my stone beast! The Fifth Ancestor's voice exploded like thunder, making the entire Qi family estate tremble under his roar.
Within the Qi family estate, the disciples collapsed to the ground one by one, trembling all over. In the face of this oppressive aura, they could not even stand up.
The First Ancestor of the Qi family, Qi Tianhong, walked out under immense pressure. He looked at the Qin family ancestors, still maintaining the dignity of the Qi family's First Ancestor on his face:
Everyone, this is all a misunderstanding, just a scuffle between the younger generation. I can give you a satisfactory answer. Do not forget, we still have a common enemy. We still need to deal with the alien realm together, how can we waste our strength on internal friction?
Hearing this, Qin Wuya sneered, Now you know we have a common enemy? What the hell were you doing earlier? Hmph, we came here today to either kill you all or die here.
Qi Tianhong's mouth twitched. This was the situation he was most worried about, and it still happened. He let out a faint sigh and then spoke:
Qin family ancestors, regarding this matter, our Qi family is in the wrong, and my Qi family is willing to compensate. Qi Tianhong took a deep breath, trying his best to lower his posture:
For the losses of the Qin family, my Qi family will compensate tenfold. The deceased members of the Qin family will be given grand burials by the Qi family, and the spirit beasts of the Qin family that were killed, the Qi family will...
Before Qi Tianhong could finish speaking, a furious voice directly interrupted him: Compensate your mother!
The Fifth Ancestor couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense. He swung his axe down, and a fierce beam of axe light cleaved towards Qi Tianhong.
Qi Tianhong hurriedly dodged. At this time, the Second Ancestor of the Qi family stood out:
Everyone, let's talk this out. The Qi family is willing to cede territory and pay reparations. We have already shown our greatest sincerity.
Wuya! What else is there to talk about with them? Screw them!
Everyone from the Qin family, do not push us too far!!! The Third Ancestor of the Qi family could no longer hold back and shouted loudly, Although my Qi family is not as good as your Qin family, we are not easy to bully either. If we really fight to the bitter end, you won't get off easy either!
Fight to the bitter end? Qin Wuya spoke, his voice as calm as a pool of stagnant water. He slowly walked forward, the Nine Tribulations Sword already in his hand, its blade flowing with a faint light:
Fight to the bitter end? Heh, are you even worthy?
Qin Wuya! Is there really no room for negotiation? Even if you destroy us, it will be a huge loss for the Three Realms and Nine Heavens as a whole. The alien realm would probably be secretly laughing!
Qin Wuya did not speak; he just silently raised the Nine Tribulations Sword. The light on the sword changed from a faint halo to a blinding golden light. That golden light was not the warm kind, but cold and murderous, like the light of death rising from hell.
Qi Tianhong's pupils shrank violently to the extreme. He recognized this sword technique. The Taixu Sword Art, the famous Emperor-level divine ability created by Qin Wuya himself. With one strike, heaven and earth would shatter, and all laws would be extinguished.
Qin Wuya!!! Stop!
Towards the other ancestors of the Qin family, Qi Tianhong was only wary, but towards Qin Wuya, there was only fear. This man was once hailed as the strongest Immortal Emperor of the current era.
Now, it was even rumored that he held a supreme Dao weapon and had completed his own Great Dao. His current strength was unknown times greater than when he set off that blood disaster a hundred thousand years ago.
Qin Wuya did not answer, not even sparing a glance at Qi Tianhong. His eyes were only on the sword. This strike did not need to gather power, did not need to brew; it only needed a single thought.
When the thought arose, the sword intent was born; when the sword intent was born, heaven and earth were shocked.
Qi Tianhong felt the aura of death. It was the first time in the countless years he had lived that he felt the aura of death so clearly.
It was not fear, not tension, but a shudder from the depths of his soul, as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart and was slowly tightening, tightening, tightening.
Activate the clan defense grand formation! Quickly! Qi Tianhong ordered with a hoarse voice.
The ancestors of the Qi family woke up as if from a dream and frantically channeled their spiritual energy to activate the clan defense grand formation. The Qi family disciples also poured their spiritual energy into the formation.
Curtains of light rose from all directions, layering densely over one another, enveloping the entire clan estate within.
Return to Ruin.
Qin Wuya spat out the words, light and airy, like a sigh, yet also like a judgment.
The golden light on the Nine Tribulations Sword exploded, turning into a thick pillar of light that blasted towards the Qi family estate. Wherever the pillar of light passed, the void collapsed, time distorted, and space shattered.
The Qi family's clan defense grand formation, in front of Qin Wuya who held a supreme Dao weapon and grasped the complete Great Dao, was like paper. It shattered layer after layer, and finally, with crisp cracking sounds, it turned into a sky full of light spots and dissipated.
No!!! Qi Tianhong let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Boom!!!
The entire Qi family estate was swallowed by the golden light. The light was so bright that even Immortal Emperors could not open their eyes. The sound was so loud that the entire Hongmeng Heaven was trembling.
Those old monsters who were using their divine sense to investigate the situation here hurriedly withdrew their divine sense. Some even had blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, shocked by the aftermath.
Is this the strength of the strongest Immortal Emperor in the world, Qin Wuya? It is truly terrifying. Compared to him, my cultivation as an Immortal Emperor is not even as good as an Immortal King.
The Qin family is truly the undisputed strongest power in the Three Realms and Nine Heavens. A single Qin Wuya can destroy the Desolate Ancient Qi family, not to mention those Qin family ancestors behind him. Tsk tsk tsk.
...
The light lasted for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. After an incense stick of time, the light dissipated, revealing the tragic state of the Qi family estate. The once towering and magnificent Qi family estate had now turned into a pile of ruins.
Palaces collapsed, pavilions overturned. There were broken walls and ruins everywhere, and the corpses of Qi family disciples were scattered all around. However, even more of them did not even leave a corpse behind.
Those Qi family ancestors who stood at the very front, over a dozen Immortal King realm experts, did not even have the chance to escape before they were torn to shreds in the face of Qin Wuya's Taixu Sword Art.
Qi Tianhong and these Immortal Emperors were still alive, but every single one of them was severely injured and on the verge of death.
Qi Tianhong knelt in the ruins, covered in blood, his hair disheveled and his clothes torn. Where was there even the slightest bit of dignity of the Qi family's First Ancestor?
He looked back at the tragic devastation of the Qi family and finally let out a long, melancholy sigh. "Qi Heng! You have brought utter ruin to my Qi family!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
