Chapter 595 - 286: The Downfall of the Wang Family

Chapter 595: Chapter 286: The Downfall of the Wang Family

"Lord Xiao, for us to strike now and kill the members of the Wang Family from behind... isn’t that a bit too rash?

After all, the Wang Family is fighting for the Sect on the front lines, killing the fiends of the Black Lotus Sect. Besides, the intelligence from Linji City still needs to be verified."

Meanwhile, Qi Jiancong, Chief of the Imperial Guard, spoke up.

The Wang Family was backed by the great Qi Family of Su State City, and every year, they presented the Qi Family with a significant tribute of silver coins and supplies. Naturally, Qi Jiancong wanted to protect the Wang Family, and with them, a source of income for the Qi Family.

As for the Wang Family colluding with the Black Lotus Sect, the matter could easily be downplayed. After all, the Wang Family’s men were currently sparing no effort to eliminate the Black Lotus Sect fiends, which was more than enough to draw a clear line between them.

Xiao Nianci shot Qi Jiancong a look and said coldly, "Wang Xuanjiu cultivated a Blood Demon Sect Secret Technique. The evidence of his crime is conclusive.

Do you think, Steward Qi, that the Sect will allow the Wang Family to continue to exist?

Does the Qi Family dare to protect them? And even if they do, can they?"

Qi Jiancong was suddenly at a loss for words.

If one could say the Black Lotus Sect still possessed some humanity by only targeting Martial Artists, there might have been a slim chance of severing ties.

But the Blood Demon Sect was comprised of utter demons, absolutely intolerable in this world.

...

「Deep within the Black Lotus Sect Headquarters.」

The thousand-plus Religious Protectors of the Black Lotus Sect had finally been slaughtered to the last.

On the Wang Family’s side, only Patriarch Wang Tingxuan and his son remained, along with a group of Bone Forging Realm Martial Artists and two to three hundred of their men.

It was, in truth, a pyrrhic victory.

Standing on the roof of a pavilion, Wang Tingxuan, contrary to what one might expect, felt a flicker of excitement.

The Wang Family’s losses were indeed heavy, but there were almost no casualties among their Bone Forging Realm and Muscle Strengthening Realm martial artists. More than half of the Skin Grinding Realm martial artists had also survived. Their foundation had not been harmed.

With the vast resources acquired in this battle, the Wang Family could cultivate even more experts and further expand its power.

Even the compensation for the casualties could be reimbursed by their superiors, so the Wang Family wouldn’t have to spend a thing. By that calculation, they had suffered no real losses and would even gain a great deal of Merit.

’This deal was an incredible windfall!’

’So, Xia Lingfeng and Jiang Botao have finally deigned to make a move? A pity you’re too late. My Wang Family has already claimed the lion’s share of the spoils!’

Wang Tingxuan glanced at Xia Lingfeng, Jiang Botao, and their men charging into the fray in the distance, a sneer gracing his lips.

Then, his eyes fell upon Shen Zhaoyi, who was also rushing over at top speed. The sneer on Wang Tingxuan’s face only deepened.

’Shen Zhaoyi might make it in time to get a piece of the pie, but how can the treasures and Medicinal Materials he hides away for himself compare to what two or three hundred of my Wang Family men can gather?’

"This is a five-hundred-year-old Blood Lingzhi! Each one is worth at least a hundred taels of patterned silver! We’re rich!"

"These Huang Jing are all over a hundred years old! They’ll sell for at least several hundred taels of patterned silver!"

"Haha, there’s a thousand-year Polygonum multiflorum here! I’ve struck gold!"

"There’s a chest of Celestial Meteorite Iron here! Someone help, I can’t carry this much!"

"Forget the Celestial Meteorite Iron! I can’t even carry all this Wujin Sand, and it’s worth one thousand taels of patterned silver a piece!"

...

Excited cheers erupted from the various pavilions from time to time.

"Xiaowu, grab a few men and follow me into the Holy Altar!"

Wang Tingxuan’s figure flickered as he shot toward the Black Lotus Sect’s Holy Altar, situated in the very center, near the cliff face.

’If the outer pavilions have so many Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, then the Holy Altar, the very heart of the Black Lotus Sect, must surely hide many Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects!’

"You got it!" Wang Xiaowu called out. He rushed out from a pavilion with several other Bone Forging Realm Martial Artists, each of them carrying a bag stuffed to the brim.

But before they could catch up, a violent roar erupted from within the Holy Altar, and Wang Tingxuan was sent flying out by a blast of ferocious, tyrannical Power.

"Everyone, retreat!"

Wang Tingxuan’s figure flashed several times to dissipate the Power, then he leaped onto a nearby pavilion and roared the command.

Wang Xiaowu didn’t understand and was about to ask, but a shrill, strange shriek pierced the air. A moment later, a horde of Corpses burst from the gates of the Holy Altar, roaring.

These Corpses had razor-sharp claws, and their bodies radiated a dense Yin Evil Qi. They were incredibly fast, closing the distance to Wang Xiaowu and his men in an instant.

Wang Xiaowu unleashed his Sword Intent with full force, a sharp, fierce arc of Five Elements Geng Metal Sword Intent. The few black-haired Corpses at the front were instantly sliced in two at the waist!

But the Corpses behind them were merely sent flying!

Even the Corpses that had been cut in two continued to struggle and roar!

Wang Xiaowu’s First Layer Geng Metal Sword Intent had long reached Perfection. A single strike from him was enough to slay dozens of Perfect Martial Artists of the Skin Grinding Realm who weren’t in a Battle Array.

Yet his attack had failed to completely break through the defenses of these dozen or so black-haired Corpses. It was clear their physical toughness far surpassed that of a Perfect Martial Artist of the Skin Grinding Realm.

Of course, this was also related to the dense Yin Evil Qi the Corpses carried.

A single Corpse’s Yin Evil Qi didn’t possess much might. But when many gathered, their converged Yin Evil Qi faintly manifested the power of Yin Evil, greatly weakening Wang Xiaowu’s Sword Intent!

"Retreat!"

Seeing an endless stream of Corpses pouring from the Holy Altar’s gates, Wang Xiaowu didn’t dare to linger. With a loud shout, he leaped toward a nearby pavilion.

The other Bone Forging Realm experts also scrambled onto the pavilions to make a hasty escape.

However, the other members of the Wang Family were not so swift.

The horde of Corpses followed the scent of blood and charged the various pavilions.

Among them were many brown-haired Corpses, even more formidable than the black-haired ones. Their speed was comparable to a Bone Forging Realm Martial Artist’s, and they could leap twenty to thirty feet, easily reaching the pavilions and wildly attacking the Wang Family members.

On the nearest pavilion, a Wang Family martial artist of the Muscle Strengthening Realm had just finished looting a chest of Medicinal Materials and was a bit slow to retreat.

A brown-haired Corpse suddenly burst in, pouncing on him with claws brandished. Its speed was incredible.

With no time to escape, the martial artist could only swing his Long Saber, executing a Saber Technique to hack at the brown-haired Corpse’s neck.

The blow, powerful enough to cleave mountains and shatter stone, only managed to cut less than half an inch into the brown-haired Corpse’s neck.

The martial artist was horrified. He subconsciously tried to withdraw his Long Saber, but it was caught in the Corpse’s tough hide, slowing his retraction by a fraction of a second.

The brown-haired Corpse’s claws swiped, easily tearing open the martial artist’s chest and ripping out a bright red heart...

Similar scenes played out on pavilions across the compound, as screams and wails echoed through the settlement.

In the space of just a few dozen breaths, seven or eight hundred Corpses had poured out from the Holy Altar, forming a vast, dark tide.

At the very end, four Green-haired Corpses charged out.

Wang Tingxuan and his son had already fled to a safe distance, gathering dozens of Wang Family experts around them.

Wang Tingxuan was debating whether to lead his men back and save some of his people when he saw the Green-haired Corpses. The Yin Evil Qi radiating from them was so dense it was comparable to a First Layer Realm. His expression changed drastically.

"Retreat!"

He roared, turned, and fled into the distance without a second thought.

But he had barely fled a hundred feet when an angry roar reached his ears.

"Wang Tingxuan, face your death!"

A tall figure holding a Longsword charged straight at him, his eyes cold and filled with killing intent. It was none other than the newly arrived Shen Zhaoyi.

"Uncle Shen, what is the meaning of this?" Wang Tingxuan cried out in alarm.

But Shen Zhaoyi didn’t answer. He swung his Longsword slowly, and a frigid aura surged forth, instantly coalescing into a ten-foot-long Ice Sword. 𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂

It then slashed down toward Wang Tingxuan at blinding speed.

Wang Tingxuan’s face paled in terror. He hastily activated his body’s Qi Blood Power, circulated his True Force to its absolute limit, and dodged swiftly to the side.

But wherever the blade of frigid air passed, the air condensed into an icy mist. Wang Tingxuan, whose movements were normally as swift as lightning, now felt a bone-chilling cold envelop him. The circulation of his qi and blood grew sluggish, and his speed dropped dramatically.

The sword of frigid air grew larger and more condensed, carrying a heavy, tangible pressure as it slashed down in a swift blur.

CRACK!

Wang Tingxuan was sliced in two, then instantly frozen into an ice sculpture, his body still caught in mid-air in the posture of dodging to the side.

"Father!"

"Patriarch!"

Wang Xiaowu and the Wang Family experts cried out in shock.

"All of you will die!"

Shen Zhaoyi’s hair and beard bristled with rage. With a great roar, his body shot forward like a meteor chasing the moon, appearing before the remaining Wang Family members in an instant.

His Second Layer Frost Snow Realm Longsword had already grown to twenty or thirty feet in size. Wreathed in an aura of ultimate frost, it began to slash about wildly.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Wherever the Longsword passed, the Wang Family members were all sliced in half, then instantly frozen into ice sculptures, their faces locked in expressions of pure terror.

Their forms flickered in and out of sight amidst the vast, white, icy mist.

"Hahaha! This old man feels young and wild again! How exhilarating! Young friend Ah Cheng, thank goodness for you!"

With a hearty laugh, Shen Zhaoyi emerged slowly from the mist, his Longsword sheathed on his back.

In the distance, Xia Lingfeng and Jiang Botao witnessed the scene from afar, their faces etched with shock and uncertainty.

"Shen Zhaoyi actually slaughtered the Wang Family to the last man. Isn’t he afraid Wang Xuanjiu will come to fight him to the death?"

Jiang Botao said in disbelief.

Xia Lingfeng looked thoughtful, then a faint smile touched his lips. "Perhaps Wang Xuanjiu has already lost his chance."

Jiang Botao also considered a certain possibility. "Lord Xia," he said, shocked, "are you saying Chen Cheng has already killed Wang Xuanjiu? But how is that possible?"