Chapter 705: Shen Clans’ Destruction

The surviving Shen Clan cultivators’ faces turned pale.

"No! Wait!"

"We already surrendered!!!"

Panic immediately spread through the crowd.

However, the Bai Clan experts had already moved.

Swish!

A Shen Clan elder attempted to flee.

A Bai Clan expert immediately appeared before him.

Slash!

Blood splattered through the air.

Another Shen Clan cultivator desperately raised his weapon.

"I’ll fight you!"

However—

BOOM!!!

His body was instantly blasted backward.

The entire battlefield descended into chaos once again.

The Shen Clan cultivators who had believed that surrender would save them finally realized the truth.

There would be no mercy.

The moment they had chosen to stand against the Bai Clan, their fate had already been sealed.

"No!"

Shen Wuheng stared at the scene before him.

His eyes gradually became bloodshot.

The remaining members of the Shen Clan were being slaughtered.

One after another.

His clan.

His people.

The foundation that the Shen Clan had built over countless years.

Everything was disappearing before his eyes.

Shen Wuheng’s body trembled violently.

He slowly raised his head. His gaze locked onto Bai Zihan.

The pleading in his eyes disappeared.

In its place—

Hatred!

"Bai Zihan!"

His voice suddenly echoed across the battlefield.

Shen Wuheng’s bloodshot eyes were fixed firmly on Bai Zihan.

His entire body trembled with rage.

Everything was gone.

His son was most likely dead.

The Shen Clan was being destroyed.

And now, even the remaining members who had surrendered were being slaughtered.

The foundation his ancestors had built over countless years was disappearing before his eyes.

How could he possibly accept that?

"Die!"

BOOM!!!

Shen Wuheng suddenly moved.

His Great Ascension Realm aura erupted without restraint.

The surrounding air exploded.

Several Bai Clan experts immediately reacted.

"Stop him!"

Powerful auras erupted as they prepared to intercept Shen Wuheng.

However, Bai Zihan calmly raised his hand.

"There is no need."

The Bai Clan experts immediately stopped.

Shen Wuheng was already charging toward him.

His expression was completely distorted.

"I’ll kill you!"

A powerful artifact appeared in his hand.

Shen Wuheng poured all of his remaining Qi into it.

Buzz!

The artifact trembled violently.

A terrifying attack immediately descended toward Bai Zihan.

BOOM!!!

The ground beneath Bai Zihan shattered.

However, Bai Zihan did not move.

The attack arrived before him.

BOOM!!!

Bai Zihan was hit by the attack. However, it did not even scratch his clothes, much less injure him.

Before Shen Wuheng could react—

Bai Zihan appeared directly before him.

"What?"

Bang!

Bai Zihan’s fist struck Shen Wuheng directly in the stomach.

"Ugh!"

Shen Wuheng’s body bent forward.

The artifact in his hand nearly fell.

However, before he could regain his balance—

Bang!

A kick struck his chest.

BOOM!!!

Shen Wuheng was sent flying backward.

His body crashed through several ruined buildings.

Shen Wuheng was a Great Ascension Realm expert.

One of the strongest cultivators in the entire Desolate Heaven Empire. Yet before Bai Zihan, he looked completely helpless.

Shen Wuheng quickly pushed himself out of the rubble.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

He knew Bai Zihan was powerful.

Everyone knew that.

But—

How could the difference between them be so great when they were in the same cultivation realm?

Shen Wuheng gritted his teeth.

"Again!"

Boom!

He charged forward once more.

His artifact flashed.

Several powerful attacks descended simultaneously.

Bai Zihan merely smiled.

Then—

Whoosh!

His figure flickered.

The first attack missed.

The second missed.

Then the third.

Shen Wuheng attacked continuously.

However, he could not even touch Bai Zihan.

Bai Zihan moved calmly through the attacks.

Sometimes stepping to the side.

Sometimes leaning backward.

Sometimes disappearing and reappearing behind Shen Wuheng.

It was as though he was deliberately playing with him.

"Too slow!"

Shen Wuheng turned.

Bai Zihan was already behind him.

Bang!

A kick struck Shen Wuheng’s back.

"Ugh!"

His body stumbled forward.

Before he could turn—

Bang!

A fist struck his face.

Blood splattered through the air.

Bang!

Another punch landed on his chest.

Crack!

The sound of breaking bones echoed.

"AHHH!"

Shen Wuheng screamed.

His body was sent crashing into the ground.

BOOM!!!

A massive crater appeared.

Bai Zihan slowly descended.

Shen Wuheng struggled to stand.

His clothes were torn.

Blood covered his face.

Several bones had already been broken, yet he still glared at Bai Zihan with hatred.

"Why..."

His voice trembled.

"Why are you so powerful?"

Bai Zihan looked at him calmly.

"You chose the wrong enemy."

Shen Wuheng’s expression froze.

For a moment, he finally understood.

There was no possibility of victory.

From the very beginning, there never had been. Despair gradually appeared once again in Shen Wuheng’s eyes.

He was going to die.

The Shen Clan was going to disappear.

Everything was over.

However, the despair in his eyes gradually transformed into madness.

Shen Wuheng suddenly began laughing.

"Hahaha..."

His laughter was hoarse.

Bai Zihan raised an eyebrow.

Shen Wuheng slowly raised his head.

Blood covered his face. Yet there was a sinister smile on his lips.

"Bai Zihan..."

His voice was weak.

However, it was filled with hatred.

"Do you really think you’ve won?"

Shen Wuheng laughed again.

"You destroyed the Shen Clan. So what?"

His eyes gradually became bloodshot.

"The people you have offended are far more powerful than you can possibly imagine!"

The surrounding Bai Clan experts frowned.

Shen Wuheng continued.

"That person was only one of the weaker ones among them."

His voice became increasingly sinister.

"There are people far stronger than him. People with powers you cannot even comprehend."

Bai Zihan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Shen Wuheng laughed.

His voice echoed across the battlefield.

"One day, the Bai Clan will also be destroyed!"

His eyes were filled with madness.

"Everything you have built will disappear. The same way the Shen Clan is disappearing today!"

"And when that day comes—"

Shen Wuheng suddenly laughed wildly.

"Hahaha!"

Bai Zihan looked at him indifferently.

Shen Wuheng’s wild laughter gradually faded.

The battlefield around them continued to tremble.

Screams echoed in the distance.

One after another, the remaining Shen Clan cultivators continued to fall.

However, Shen Wuheng no longer seemed to care.

He had already accepted his fate.

He was going to die.

The Shen Clan was going to be destroyed.

Everything was over.

Then—

Bai Zihan suddenly spoke.

"You know..."

Shen Wuheng’s expression changed slightly.

Bai Zihan looked at him calmly.

"Perhaps I can still spare you."

Silence!

Shen Wuheng froze.

For a moment, he thought he had misheard.

His bloodshot eyes slowly widened.

"What?"

Bai Zihan continued.

"I said..."

His voice remained calm.

"Perhaps I can spare your life and your clan as well."

The madness in Shen Wuheng’s eyes suddenly disappeared.

Hope!

A tiny trace of hope suddenly appeared.

His body trembled.

"R-Really?"

His voice was almost a whisper.

The same man who had just been laughing wildly while waiting for death was suddenly looking at Bai Zihan with expectation.

Bai Zihan watched the change in his expression.

Then—

He smiled.

"Haha... I was just kidding."

Shen Wuheng froze.

For a moment, Shen Wuheng’s mind went completely blank.

The hope that had just appeared in his eyes disappeared.

His expression slowly twisted.

"Bai Zihan..."

His voice trembled.

Then suddenly—

"BAI ZIHAN!"

BOOM!!!

Shen Wuheng’s furious roar echoed across the battlefield.

"You are deliberately messing with me!"

Bai Zihan merely smiled.

"Yes!"

That single word almost caused Shen Wuheng to spit out blood.

His body trembled violently.

His face alternated between red and pale.

He had already accepted death.

He had already prepared himself for the end.

Then Bai Zihan had suddenly given him hope.

Even if it had only lasted for a few moments, it had been enough.

Enough for him to imagine that he might survive.

Enough for him to wonder whether there was still a future.

Enough for him to instinctively cling to life once again.

And then—

Bai Zihan had taken it all away.

Shen Wuheng stared at him.

His eyes were filled with hatred.

"You..."

He could barely speak.

Bai Zihan looked at him with an amused expression.

"What’s wrong?"

Shen Wuheng clenched his fists.

His nails dug deeply into his palms.

"You bastard!"

Bai Zihan’s smile widened slightly.

That was precisely the point.

If he had killed Shen Wuheng immediately after the man had accepted his death, what would have been the fun in that?

Death itself was simple and quick.

Shen Wuheng had already prepared himself for it.

He had already accepted that the Shen Clan was finished.

But hope—

Hope was different.

Give someone who had accepted death a reason to live.

Let them believe that there might still be a chance.

Then take that chance away.

That was far more devastating.

It was like giving a dying man a cup of water—

Allowing him to see it.

Allowing him to believe that he could drink it.

Only to pull it away at the very last moment.

Shen Wuheng had finally accepted death.

Then Bai Zihan’s words had pulled him back from that despair.

For a brief moment, hope had returned.

And when that hope was destroyed, the despair became even greater than before.

Shen Wuheng’s body slowly collapsed to his knees.

His breathing became heavy.

His eyes were unfocused.

He had thought that he was ready to die.

But after Bai Zihan had given him hope—

Even for just a moment—

He suddenly realized that he did not want to die.

That was the cruelest part.

Bai Zihan slowly stepped closer.

Shen Wuheng looked up at him.

His face was pale.

Bai Zihan looked down at him.

"Now..."

His voice was calm.

"Are you ready to die?"

Shen Wuheng’s body trembled violently.

"I-I..."

Before he could finish—

Slash!

A cold sword light flashed.

Shen Wuheng’s body froze as his head fell to the ground.

Bai Zihan calmly withdrew his sword.

He had only asked.

He wasn’t interested in the answer either way.