Yun Hai lunged at Li Yuhan like a madman.
To kill him, Yun Hai unleashed everything he had—Magical Treasures, artifacts, talismans—using as many as he could.
“Li Yuhan, if I don’t kill you today, I, Yun Hai, swear I will never be human again!”
“Not afraid to die? Then come on. I’ll send you to meet your son.”
Li Yuhan wiped the blood splattered on his face that hadn’t dried yet and licked it with his tongue.
Immediately after, Li Yuhan once again clashed with the heads and elders of the five great families.
Both sides had already gone mad with bloodlust.
“Brother…”
Li Yuluo whispered softly, but unfortunately, the distance was too great, and her voice didn’t carry.
“Let’s go. We shouldn’t linger here.”
Zhang Yuge urged.
Seeing Li Yuluo still looking distracted and lost in thought, Zhang Yuge completely lost his patience.
He grabbed her up and scaled the eaves in one swift motion.
“Hey, hey, hey! Put me down!”
Li Yuluo struggled to break free.
“You said it yourself—don’t regret it later.”
With that, Zhang Yuge retracted his hands, and Li Yuluo suddenly felt herself suspended in midair, then dropped straight down.
Unbeknownst to her, Zhang Yuge had already reached the rooftop of the Main Hall.
“Ahhhhh!”
The imagined pain never came.
Li Yuluo opened her tightly shut eyes to see the same familiar, handsome face.
“Fun, isn’t it? Back home, we call this ‘bungee jumping.’”
Zhang Yuge asked cheerfully.
“You scared me to death.”
Li Yuluo pouted, gently punching his chest with her tiny fists.
Zhang Yuge laughed and headed toward the location of the dungeon.
Zhang Qingyao had been hiding just outside the dungeon’s perimeter, too afraid to act rashly because she knew she was no match for this group.
Not long after those people entered, they came back out.
But this time, many more had come along.
Zhang Qingyao saw members of the Zhang family being escorted out one by one.
Guarding them were the obsequious middle-aged man from the Ye family, the corpulent fellow from the Ji family, and a group of formidable sect disciples.
Zhang Qingyao spotted her family’s patriarch and elders, their collarbones pierced with iron nails to prevent them from circulating their cultivation, effectively rendering their powers useless.
Everyone’s hands were locked to wooden boards, unable to move, and their feet shackled, making it impossible to take a single step.
Despite this, these sect disciples showed no respect, beating and berating them at will.
“Old bastard, crippled, huh? Hurry up for your grandpa!”
A sect disciple forcefully kicked the waist of the elderly Second Elder, who fell to the ground in pain.
Seeing this, Zhang Qingyao nearly screamed, but she quickly covered her mouth to stifle the sound.
The strongest among the Zhang family was this mid-Foundation Establishment Second Elder, now bullied by a mere Qi Refining junior like this.
Zhang Qingyao clenched her fists tightly, veins bulging.
The other family members rushed forward to protect the respected Second Elder, but their hands and feet were shackled, powerless to help.
“You bastard! How dare you treat an elder like this?!”
Fourth Uncle had a fierce temper.
He charged at the sect disciple but was slapped hard by another disciple and sent flying several meters.
“If you’ve got guts, release me and fight me one-on-one! You’re all cowards who pick on the weak!”
Fourth Uncle shouted.
Before he could finish, a shoe was slammed onto his mouth, then a kick sent his front tooth flying.
The woman then continued kicking him repeatedly, trampling Fourth Uncle until he lost consciousness.
After finishing, the woman looked at Fourth Uncle with utter disgust, as if staring at filth, and wiped her shoe against his clothes.
“You two, drag this guy away. We have to return. The sect leader ordered us to complete the task quickly.”
The woman’s voice was cold and serious.
“Yes, Senior Sister.”
Two sect lackeys hurried over, grabbed one of Fourth Uncle’s hands, and dragged the unconscious man away.
Hidden in the grass some distance away, Zhang Qingyao watched in horror, clutching her chest and grinding her teeth.
A graceful, extraordinarily handsome man in white gazed at the large group of around two hundred people behind him, frowning deeply.
“This many people—it will be difficult to bring them all back.”
“So what? Kill half on the spot?”
the woman called “Senior Sister” asked.
“Even killing half would leave a hundred, which is still troublesome.”
Ye Tianlei from the Ye family said respectfully,
“Although the Zhang family has almost two hundred people, the vast majority are servants and slaves. The actual Zhang family members number about sixty.”
“It’s unnecessary to bring the servants back,”
the Ji family’s fat man added.
“In that case, just take those sixty,”
the man in white said.
“Senior Brother, what should we do with the rest?”
“Throw them back in the dungeon.”
The white-clad man glanced at Ji Fatty.
“Pick a day and deal with those one hundred and forty.”
“Understood, understood.”
Ji Fatty nodded quickly.
Though Ji Fatty and sect leader Ji Yexue shared the same surname, the Great Zhou Ji family had long since been reduced to a mere pawn of the Divine Phoenix Sect.
Ordinary Ji family members ranked far below even an inner sect disciple.
Only to hunt down the Soul of Yun Lan and eliminate unnecessary troublesome families, thereby pushing Great Zhou further under the Divine Phoenix Sect’s control, did Ji Yexue dispatch Divine Phoenix Sect disciples to take orders from the Ji family and operate alongside them.
But in reality, Ji Fatty dared not boss these inner sect disciples around; on the contrary, he was the one kowtowing.
Especially since among this group, the man in white and the poker-faced woman were both Foundation Establishment cultivators.
The entire Great Zhou Ji family had only eight Foundation Establishment disciples.
The Divine Phoenix Sect’s dispatched disciples numbered more than ten just in that cultivation stage, not counting Qi Refining.
Ji Fatty glanced at Ye family traitor Ye Tianlei nearby, who had betrayed his clan to get his mediocre son into the Divine Phoenix Sect.
Unbeknownst to him, the Ye family was likely on the verge of being wiped out by the combined forces of the Ji, Hua families, and Divine Phoenix Sect disciples.
Noticing Ji Fatty staring at the smirking Ye Tianlei, the man in white suddenly remembered an unfinished matter.
“By the way, what’s your name again?”
the man asked.
“My name is Ye Tianlei. How may I serve you, sir?”
“I have a task for you. The decision is yours.”
“Please speak, sir. I will do my utmost to live up to the sect leader’s expectations!”
Ye Tianlei vowed solemnly.
“The task is simple: you’re going to die.”
Sss—
The sound of flesh being pierced echoed as Ye Tianlei looked down at his chest, disbelief written all over his face.
With a single palm strike, the man in white pierced through Ye Tianlei’s chest.
He withdrew his hand, wiping it on Ye Tianlei’s clothes as the middle-aged man fell backward, dead with his eyes wide open.
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