Chapter 185: Killed Until Frenzied

But at that moment, the Yuan family's ancestral elder suddenly furrowed his brow and gazed toward the outside of the council hall, saying in a deep voice:

"Something's wrong."

The Yuan family patriarch followed his gaze, then slowly rose to his feet:

"Indeed, something's wrong—it's too quiet!"

At the same time, within the Yuan family estate, Murong Xiaoya walked straight through the main gate.

Wherever she passed, every single person belonging to the Yuan family had their heart suddenly explode into mist, then transformed into streams of essence blood absorbed entirely by her.

As she absorbed more and more essence blood, Murong Xiaoya's aura grew deep as an ocean, her expression grew colder, and her entire body was shrouded in a thick, undispersing crimson glow.

The eyes, now glowing with molten gold vortices, held no emotion whatsoever, as if she had become a mere human blade, mechanically reaping life after life.

And every single member of the Yuan family, regardless of martial cultivation level, upon seeing her appear, never even had time to speak a single word of accusation before dying at her hands, offering up streams of nourishing essence blood.

After absorbing dozens of clusters of martial cultivation energy from her elder brother, Murong Xiaoya's power had already reached an extremely terrifying level.

And with each continuous killing and absorption of essence blood, that terrifying level continued to rise at an unimaginable speed.

In the darkness, Murong Xiaoya stepped slowly toward the depths of the Yuan family estate; behind her, there was no river of blood—only corpses strewn everywhere!

The final expressions frozen on those corpses' faces were shock and confusion, all stemming from Murong Xiaoya's arrival.

And the terror deep in each person's eyes before death likewise stemmed from Murong Xiaoya.

For the overwhelming terror and absolute dominion over life and death she exuded in the moment of killing left everyone feeling powerless and hopeless.

Even until their final breath, none dared meet Murong Xiaoya's eyes, those molten gold vortices.

As the Yuan family members died without a sound, the vast, brightly lit estate grew quieter and quieter, until finally it fell into an eerie, heart-stopping silence.

"Something's wrong!"

The Yuan family patriarch was the first to dash out of the council hall, then shot straight into the sky.

After merely glancing across the estate, his expression changed drastically—nearly half of the Yuan clan's descendants and kin now lay in piles of corpses.

Among those corpses, he even saw his own Lady, his two sons, and his daughter.

Each of them had their hearts pierced open, lying cold on the ground—undoubtedly dead beyond any doubt!

In an instant, the Yuan family patriarch's eyes bulged, his hair and beard bristled, and he unleashed a terrifying killing intent like crashing waves and surging tides.

"Who? Who is it?!"

The true qi of heaven and earth trembled and boiled; vortexes of astonishing martial qi erupted around the Yuan family patriarch, compressing the night air into layer upon layer of twisted ripples.

"It's me."

In a courtyard within the Yuan family estate, as streams of essence blood flowed into Murong Xiaoya's body, she slowly lifted her small face, gazing coldly at the patriarch hovering in midair.

"You?"

The Yuan family patriarch shifted his gaze downward, looking at the black-robed woman below; his furious eyes narrowed, flickering with shock and suspicion:

"You're… Murong Hong's daughter?"

Murong Xiaoya glanced at the Yuan family patriarch and replied without a trace of emotion:

"Yes. And also the one who will kill you."

No sooner had the words left her lips than Murong Xiaoya vanished instantly from the courtyard.

She disappeared too swiftly—the martial aura the patriarch had locked onto her instantly collapsed.

At the same time, he completely lost all trace of her.

Soon, the Yuan family patriarch felt a sudden chill run down his spine, a powerful sense of imminent death surging in his heart.

Without hesitation, he spun around and slammed a punch backward.

Instantly, the dark night sky exploded—everywhere was blazing white, terrifying fist light, nearly engulfing a space dozens of zhang wide.

Yet even now, his eyes saw no trace of Murong Xiaoya.

And at that very moment, a pale, slender hand pierced through his back like a knife through tofu, without warning.

The patriarch's vast martial qi stalled; he barely had time to look down before seeing his own heart crushed into a mist of blood by that hand.

"How… is this possible…"

The Yuan family patriarch gasped in disbelief, his life force draining rapidly.

The martial qi about to dissipate from his body surged like rivers into the mist of blood at his heart, finally condensing into a single strand of potent essence blood, absorbed into Murong Xiaoya's chest.

All of this happened too fast—the Yuan family's senior elders and clan elders who had rushed out of the council hall had no time to intervene.

They could only watch helplessly as Murong Xiaoya in midair crushed the patriarch's heart, then, like a mad demon, devoured every last drop of his essence blood.

"How dare you!"

At that moment, a cry of grief and rage rang out—the Yuan family's ancestral elder had appeared behind Murong Xiaoya without warning.

The next instant, he raised both fists and smashed them down toward her skull.

Instantly, the space before him collapsed and vanished under that punch; everything around—including the air—seemed ready to be obliterated into nothingness.

But Murong Xiaoya, at this moment, appeared utterly unaware; she simply turned her head calmly.

In the pitch-black night, visible to the naked eye, crimson-gold patterns flowed across her skin like molten lava surging across mountains and earth.

In an instant, Murong Xiaoya was engulfed in crimson flames; behind her, molten-winged shadows unfolded and fluttered gently, spewing fire like a downpour.

Anything it touched turned to ash; the ancestral elder's fists, capable of collapsing space, could not withstand even an instant—they were swallowed in an instant.

From fists to torso, then head and legs, the ancestral elder's flesh and bones all turned to ash, leaving only his heart—already shattered into mist at some unknown moment—condensing into a strand of essence blood stronger than the patriarch's, which Murong Xiaoya fully absorbed.

The next instant, Murong Xiaoya's aura surged again; above the Yuan estate, fire lit the sky, crimson-gold flames spreading from her feet, nearly turning the ground into a sea of fire that rained down upon the Yuan family estate.

And at the same time, seeing their patriarch and ancestral elder both slain by the young daughter of the Murong family, followed by countless fire serpents falling like meteorites from the sky,

The Yuan family's senior elders and clan elders before the council hall had lost all will to fight—they scattered in terror, fleeing in all directions beyond the estate gates.

Yet before any of them could escape the courtyard of the council hall, a dozen heart explosions sounded simultaneously; each froze in place, then rapidly lost their life force.

(End of Chapter)