Chapter Fifty-Six: Kill Him!
One of the men carrying the palanquin—whose face belonged to one of Zhang Yi’s subordinates—glanced over at him. In that instant, the man wiped his face, and his features transformed entirely, even his stature changing remarkably.
“That’s right, it’s me. But I am not called Mo Wuyá, I am Mo Li Wuyá!”
Mo Li Wuyá appeared to be an elderly man of seventy, his frame slightly hunched. He shook his head with a smile as he met Zhang Wangshan’s gaze.
“Disloyal, unfilial, unkind, and unrighteous—Zhang Wangshan, today it is not Zhang Yi but you who are doomed to die. Since you are so eager to see my trump card, I shall let you see it!”
From within the palanquin, Lin Fan’s voice sounded again, calm and indifferent, yet this time, for reasons unknown, every listener could sense a chilling murderous intent beneath his tone.
“Haha! Do you think you can kill me with Mo Wuyá alone?”
Hearing Lin Fan’s words, Zhang Wangshan narrowed his eyes and looked at the other three bearers. After confirming that they were each only at the Qi Pulse realm, he suddenly burst into laughter.
“Mo Wuyá and I are of the same realm, our strength evenly matched. Should we fight, it would be impossible to determine the victor quickly.”
“But my Zhang family has three more Pulse Unblocking experts and nearly a hundred Qi Pulse practitioners. Just Zhang Yi and three Qi Pulse cultivators—how could they possibly contend with us?”
His laughter gradually faded as he gazed down at the palanquin, his tone laced with mockery. “I underestimated your resources, Lin Fan, to think you even allied with the Mo family. Unfortunately, you were too careless. The grand formation of the Zhang family is already activated; even if the Mo family’s forces lie in wait outside, they cannot enter.”
“Even if all the Mo family’s Pulse Unblocking experts besiege the formation, it would take at least half an hour to break through. That time is more than sufficient to slaughter you, Mo Wuyá, and the rest. Without Mo Wuyá to lead them, how could the Mo family withstand our Zhang family’s assault?”
“From now on, the Zhang family shall dominate Panlong City alone. I believe our power will soon rise by at least a dozen ranks throughout the entire Qingxue Prefecture!”
Zhang Wangshan could hardly believe Lin Fan had managed to form an alliance with the Mo family, which sent a cold sweat down his back. Yet now, he was exhilarated.
The Zhang family’s fourth-tier formation was active; neither Mo Wuyá nor Zhang Yi could escape, nor could reinforcements enter. This was the Zhang family’s golden opportunity.
As for Lin Fan and the three Qi Pulse practitioners, he dismissed them entirely.
“You are right—a mid-stage Pulse Unblocking expert and an early-stage one cannot withstand a mid-stage and three early-stage Pulse Unblocking experts. After all, the mid-stage experts hold each other in check, and the key to victory lies with the early-stage ones.”
“If the three early-stage Pulse Unblocking experts kill the opposing early-stage expert, then move to assist their own mid-stage, the surrounded mid-stage expert is doomed.”
Hearing Zhang Wangshan’s analysis, Lin Fan, sitting within the palanquin, fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly.
His words brought joy to Zhang Wangshan’s heart, as if Lin Fan had silently acknowledged his reasoning. But before the delight could fully bloom, Lin Fan’s next words doused it with icy water.
“But you are mistaken in one regard—the one beset by four Pulse Unblocking experts will not be Elder Mo, but you.”
Lin Fan’s declaration pierced Zhang Wangshan’s heart, sending a chill through his body and filling him with an overwhelming sense of dread.
“Now!” Zhang Yi suddenly shouted, his figure lunging straight for Zhang Wangshan. Even faster was Mo Li Wuyá; the two charged at him together, paying no heed to Zhang De or the other two Pulse Unblocking experts of the Zhang family.
“De’er, run!” In that moment, Zhang Wangshan seemed to realize something. Cold sweat drenched him, his hair stood on end, and his scalp tingled. Dodging the twin attacks, he spun around and roared.
But before he could finish his shout, two muffled, chilling sounds cut through the air. The sight before him instantly turned his eyes bloodshot.
Standing at the fore of the Zhang family’s Qi Pulse ranks was Zhang De, flanked by two elders—Zhang Mobei and Zhang Monan—the very backbone of their Pulse Unblocking strength.
Yet at this moment, the two elders wore expressions of icy indifference, each wielding a blade that pierced straight through Zhang De.
One sword thrust into his abdomen, shattering his dantian; the other drove through his chest, piercing his heart.
Zhang De’s eyes widened in disbelief. Blood poured from his mouth as he struggled to speak, but he could not utter a word.
He had been utterly unprepared; these were the Zhang family’s own elders—he had never imagined they would strike him down.
With a dull thud, Zhang De’s gaze faded. The two elders withdrew their blades, blood spraying wide, and Zhang De collapsed lifeless to the ground.
“De’er!” Zhang Wangshan’s eyes were wild with grief and rage, his vision dyed red. He roared, about to charge at Zhang Mobei and Zhang Monan.
But as soon as he moved, a razor-sharp sword thrust at his throat, forcing him to dodge aside.
He looked up to see the hunched figure of Mo Li Wuyá barring his path. Without looking back, he could sense the deadly intent behind him—Zhang Yi was blocking his retreat.
Suddenly, as if receiving a signal, in the very instant Zhang De fell, among the Zhang family’s nearly hundred Qi Pulse practitioners, the strongest contingent abruptly drew their blades. Catching their stunned companions off guard, they struck with merciless precision.
In that brief moment, blood and flesh flew, heads rolled, severed limbs scattered across the courtyard.
In the span of a single breath, the once-immaculate Zhang family compound was drenched in blood. The verdant lawn, the elegant ornamental rocks, the stone benches—all were stained crimson, blood pooling in rivers across the ground.
In the coordinated onslaught of over forty elite Qi Pulse practitioners, more than thirty were slain in an instant.
The remaining ten drew their blades in a panic, but before they could act, they were engulfed by the forty assassins and hacked to pieces, their bodies reduced to a bloody pulp.
Aside from the thirty or so corpses still intact, the rest were butchered with eight or nine strikes apiece—dismembered beyond recognition.
The slaughter was unspeakably gruesome; in an instant, the stench of blood hung over the Zhang estate, the ground littered with corpses and mangled remains—a scene straight out of hell.
“Zhang Wangshan, today is your day of reckoning!” Zhang Yi’s voice was cold as ice. He understood better than anyone what had transpired below; those who acted were the very subordinates he had won over within the Zhang family—all according to his design.
But at this moment, he cared nothing for that. His focus was solely on the man before him, the one whose cruel heart had murdered his own parents and brothers.
Today, at last, he would avenge their blood.
Zhang Mobei and Zhang Monan closed in on Zhang Wangshan’s left and right, ensuring he could not escape.
“What ruthless cunning! You truly are the wolf cub I raised. If I had known today would come, I should have killed you long ago. How I hate you!”
Zhang Wangshan’s eyes blazed with venomous hatred. He could never have imagined such a turn of events—his Qi Pulse practitioners massacred, his son slain in an instant.
His heart seethed with boundless resentment. He could not understand why so many had betrayed him, nor why the Mo family had allied with the insignificant Lin Fan to destroy the Zhangs.
He could not make sense of it, nor did he wish to try.
All he knew was hate.
He hated Lin Fan.
He hated Zhang Yi.
He hated Mo Wuyá.
He hated the Mo family.
He hated the heavens and the earth, and everything within them. If he had the power, he would lay waste to the world itself.
“Kill him!”
A calm voice issued from the black palanquin trimmed with gold, as if extinguishing a mosquito, utterly indifferent.
“It is you—I will kill you!”
No sooner had Lin Fan spoken than Zhang Wangshan roared, as if he had found the true source of his hatred. He dove from the air, unleashing a tempest of elemental force toward the palanquin.
The attack surged and thundered, but how could Mo Li Wuyá, Zhang Yi, and the others allow Zhang Wangshan to have his way?
His assault was intercepted the moment it began. Then, sword light, blade gleam, and eagle claws—all rained down upon Zhang Wangshan in a frenzy...
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