Chapter 1489 - 433: Yaoyao Truly, Truly Cannot Bear to Leave You All (6k)_4

After finishing all this, Bai Fengyin finally let out a long breath.

"Shen Hanyi, is it?" He suddenly spoke, his voice wrapped in Spiritual Power reverberating thunderously through the mountains.

"Your father’s head is in my hand. Do you not wish to come out and see him one last time? After all..."

He lightly shook the blood-stained head in his hand, "His Primordial Spirit and the rest of his remains have been blasted into ash by me. This is your last memory of him."

Deep inside the cave, two figures suddenly froze.

When Shen Hanyi heard the words "father’s head," her pupils contracted violently, and the color drained rapidly from her face.

Zhou Qing hurriedly pressed her trembling shoulders, giving her a sharp look indicating: it might be a trap.

"Do you think I’m deceiving you?" Bai Fengyin’s cold laughter penetrated the rock walls, "Perhaps you should consider why I can accurately pinpoint this mountain range?"

He deliberately stretched his tone: "How vast the world is, so many directions you could have gone after leaving the Shen Family, yet I precisely locked onto here."

"That’s because I just happen to know a bloodline tracing technique, finding the daughter through the father, truly... without the slightest deviation."

The baby in Shen Hanyi’s arms suddenly started crying, and spiritual light flickered at Shen Hanyi’s fingertips, instantly setting up a small Sound Insulation Restriction.

But she bit down hard on her lower lip, the words "bloodline tracing" like a poisoned steel needle stabbing through her last sliver of hope until it was full of holes.

Zhou Qing’s expression was equally grim to the extreme.

Bai Fengyin, despite heavy injuries, forced himself to release his Divine Sense, but the mountains stretching for thousands of miles were like seeing flowers in the fog.

Seeing no movement, he couldn’t help but chuckle: "Your father was quite the man, leaving all the escape routes to you, deciding to self-destruct his Primordial Spirit directly."

"A Supreme Realm cultivated painstakingly over thousands of years..." His voice was filled with snake-like venomous regret, "It’s just gone like that, truly a pity."

Upon hearing this, Shen Hanyi trembled all over, the child in her arms suddenly feeling heavier.

She bit down hard on her lip until blood flowed down the corner of her mouth.

Zhou Qing’s hands clenched white, veins popping up on his arms.

"By the way." Bai Fengyin switched the topic, "From the leftover fragments of your father’s Primordial Spirit..."

He intentionally extended his tone, "I learned some interesting things. Qingzhou? Or should I call you... Zhou Qing?"

"You’ve played this hand well. Got their daughter pregnant first, no wonder you fought so desperately to protect her..."

He couldn’t help but click his tongue: "Funny, your father-in-law seemed to think highly of you, what a pity..."

Shen Hanyi’s legs went soft, and she collapsed directly to the ground.

Zhou Qing’s face changed abruptly, hurriedly stepping forward to support her.

The fact that Shen Hanyi was pregnant, or Zhou Qing’s real name, were known to only a few.

Bai Fengyin could accurately state these, which could only prove one thing—he really did kill Shen Juefeng, and performed Soul Search.

Shen Hanyi hugged her child tightly, tears rolling down silently.

She bit her lip tightly until fresh blood flowed, but she didn’t dare make the slightest sound.

Blood vessels filled Zhou Qing’s eyes, but he dared not leak any mental fluctuations.

He silently pointed outside the cave, mouthing the words: "Must kill him."

With teary eyes, Shen Hanyi nodded, her fingernails deeply embedded in her palm to the point of drawing blood.

"Almost forgot..." Bai Fengyin continued in a sinister tone, "You probably don’t know yet, but the Shen Family has been completely wiped out. Your uncle..."

His voice suddenly turned cold: "Was jointly killed by two Supreme Realm members of the Yan Family."

"As for your grandfather, Shen Canghai..." He pretended to sigh, "Fled with serious injuries, but won’t live much longer. The current Shen Family..."

He let out a chilling laugh: "Tsk tsk, the scene... is truly a purgatory on earth, rivers of blood..."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qing’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Beside him, Shen Hanyi trembled uncontrollably.

Above the mountains, seeing that his provocation didn’t work, Bai Fengyin sneered coldly: "You sure can keep your cool. No matter, patience is what I have in abundance, just a little more effort for me."

Before his words fell, a vast Divine Sense once again swept down like a tide, rolling over every inch of land.

Zhou Qing’s gaze sank, turning to look at Shen Hanyi and the sleeping Little Yaoyao in her arms.

Suddenly gritting his teeth, he struck his Storage Bag—an Ancient Bronze Mirror emerged in response, its surface incomplete but faintly emitting an obscure Spiritual Light.

He was about to speak when he saw that, somehow, Shen Hanyi had taken out a mysterious talisman and quickly stuck it to his forehead.

Zhou Qing’s entire body immediately became rigid, his eyes bursting with shock and anger.

Ignoring everything else, he quickly used Divine Sense to transmit: "Han Yi! What are you doing? Quickly release me!"