Chapter 219 - 195: Acquiring Vast Treasures, the Le Family is Annihilated

Chapter 219: Chapter 195: Acquiring Vast Treasures, the Le Family is Annihilated

"Oh? The Elders are anxious?" Lu Zhao’s voice was flat and calm, yet it carried a bone-chilling undertone. "Tell them, and every Cultivator in the clan, to gather at the ancestral hall in one hour. I, the Patriarch, have an important announcement to make."

The middle-aged Steward’s heart lurched at the Patriarch’s uncharacteristic smile and tone, and he felt an inexplicable chill. But he didn’t dare ask more, so he could only bite the bullet and reply, "Yes... Yes, Patriarch! I will relay the order at once!" With that, he hastily turned and left.

Lu Zhao watched the Steward’s disappearing back, the last trace of disguise in his eyes completely fading away, leaving only pure killing intent, as if frozen for ten thousand years.

「One hour later.」

The Le Family ancestral hall was solemn and dignified, filled with the curling smoke of incense. All the core disciples and branch Cultivators of the Le Family who had remained behind, along with several white-haired, grave-faced Elders with profound auras—over five hundred people in total—had gathered here.

The faces of the crowd showed confusion, unease, and a hint of speculation about the Patriarch’s sudden summons. A suppressive atmosphere filled the air.

When the figure of "Le Zhongshan" appeared at the entrance of the ancestral hall, everyone’s gaze focused on him.

He slowly walked to the center of the hall, standing before the ancestral tablets. His gaze, as cold as ice, swept over the familiar and unfamiliar faces below. The Elders, especially the four at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer, stared at him with burning eyes, clearly displeased about the Grand Warehouse being emptied and just waiting for his explanation.

Le Zhongshan scanned the crowd, a deeply strange and horrifying smile suddenly appearing on his face. He began to speak, his voice not loud but reaching every ear with a suffocating chill:

"You all want to know why I, the Patriarch, took everything from the Grand Warehouse, don’t you?"

He paused, the corners of his mouth stretching into an even wider grin, the cold glint in his eyes flaring like a crack opening in the Nine Nether Abyss.

"Don’t worry... you’ll all know... very soon!"

Before his words had even faded, everything changed in an instant!

CRACK! The tightly shut doors of the ancestral hall shattered! A massive, hideous, Dark Gold figure emanating a monstrous, baleful aura—like a Demon God crawling out of hell—smashed through the doors and wall, charging into the hall! It was the Strong Demon Ape Corpse Puppet that Lu Zhao had lying in ambush outside!

At the same time, the "Le Zhongshan" disguise rippled and faded from Lu Zhao’s body like water, revealing his true face, his eyes as cold as Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice. The immense pressure of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator erupted without reservation, instantly blanketing the entire ancestral hall!

"ROAR!"

The Corpse Puppet’s roar mixed with the shocked cries and furious shouts of the Cultivators! Inside the ancestral hall, it was instantly transformed into a bloody Chaotic Scene!

Lu Zhao’s thoughts raced as he precisely controlled the Corpse Puppet, which was like a tiger let loose among sheep! The Strong Demon Ape Corpse Puppet’s millstone-sized fists wielded a gigantic force, and with one punch, it sent the nearest and quickest-to-react Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer Elder flying backward, coughing up blood. His Protective Spiritual Light shattered like it was made of paper!

"Enemy attack! It’s a Foundation Establishment Cultivator!"

"He’s not the Patriarch! He’s an impostor!"

"Array Formation! Quickly, get into Array Formation!"

The Le Family Cultivators were terrified, scrambling to summon their Magical Artifacts and cast Magic to resist. However, in the face of absolute power and speed, under the pressure of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator and the rampage of the terrifying Corpse Puppet, their resistance seemed utterly pale and feeble.

Flashes of Magic exploded against the Corpse Puppet’s tenacious body but only left faint marks. Magical Artifacts struck its frame, creating the sound of the Clashing of Gold and Iron and a shower of sparks, but they could hardly inflict any fatal damage. Meanwhile, every one of the Corpse Puppet’s attacks inevitably claimed several lives!

Lu Zhao himself moved like a phantom, weaving through the crowd. He pushed his Thousand Waters Hundred Spirits Skill to its limit, sending out one deep blue Water Blade after another. They were so condensed they seemed solid, tearing through the air to precisely reap the lives of the elite Le Family disciples who tried to flee or organize a counterattack.

His movements were simple and efficient. Every strike was accompanied by a spray of blood and the snuffing out of a life.

A slaughter! This was a one-sided, cold, and merciless slaughter!

At this moment, another Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer Elder summoned a small Turtle Shell Shield and began chanting, attempting to cast his most powerful Magic.

However, a sharp glint flashed in Lu Zhao’s eyes. With a mere thought, the Strong Demon Ape Corpse Puppet abandoned the small fry around it and charged forward with a roar! Its massive Dark Gold Footprint, carrying a force that could crush anything, slammed down from above as the Elder watched in despair!

"SQUELCH!"

A sickening thud, like a ripe watermelon being smashed, and he was turned into a pile of mangled flesh before he could even let out a final scream!

The remaining Le Family Cultivators completely broke down. Fear spread like a plague, and a chorus of cries, pleas for mercy, and desperate curses filled the air. But Lu Zhao’s heart was like Iron Stone, his expression unwavering. Since the Le Family dared to harm the daughter of his old friend, dared to commit such an inhuman act, they had to be prepared for annihilation!

「Half a day later.」

The afterglow of the setting sun, red as if stained with blood, washed over the once-glorious Le Family estate. Now, it was a deathly silent ruin. Thick smoke billowed from between broken walls and collapsed ramparts. The scorched ground was soaked with dark red blood, and the air was thick with the pungent stench of blood, burnt flesh, and death.

Inside and outside the ancestral hall, bodies lay strewn everywhere. Severed limbs and mangled remains were a common sight—a truly gruesome spectacle. The plaque of the Le Family ancestral hall hung crookedly in the air, on the verge of falling, spattered with bloodstains.

Lu Zhao stood alone atop this mountain of corpses and sea of blood. His robes were spotless, save for a few barely perceptible specks of dark red on the hem. He expressionlessly scanned the purgatory he had created with his own hands, his eyes as deep as an ancient well, showing neither grief nor joy.

The Le Family, the Foundation Establishment Clan that had entrenched itself in this region and treated human life as worthless, had now been erased from the world. All the Cultivators who had remained behind, whether Elders or disciples, had been executed.

As for the fish that slipped through the net—those out on missions or traveling—without their clan’s foundation and resources, one could easily imagine their fate in this dog-eat-dog Cultivation Realm.

*Haaa...* Lu Zhao softly exhaled a breath of foul air, as if expelling the last trace of filth and blood from his chest. He took one last look at the ruins soaked in blood and tears, his gaze holding no trace of attachment, only a frozen indifference.

Then, he turned. His figure transformed into a faint streak of light and disappeared into the deepening twilight in the distance without a backward glance. He left behind a vast, empty, smoke-filled tomb that silently spoke of cruelty and finality under the blood-red sunset.

When the deed is done, he flicks his sleeves and leaves, hiding his body and name deep away.