Chapter 99: A Family Should Stay Together!

“You… you are…”

Tong Xian widened his eyes and finally saw clearly what the figure in the distance looked like.

Wearing gray robes, tall and thin, with silver hair, yet his brow held little sign of age.

Isn’t this Jiang Lao of Tianqing Sect?!

How did he catch up…

He can even fly…

What kind of technique is this!!!

“Gul… gul…”

Tong Xian swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly as he stifled his fear.

In that instant, his sharp mind raced.

Without even thinking, he knew exactly why Jiang Lao had chased him down.

At this moment, he hated Feng Gang more than anything.

That useless waste, who could only ruin things, had provoked such a ruthless man.

In the blink of an eye, he made his decision.

“Jiang… Jiang Lao…”

Tong Xian forced a stiff smile onto his face — a smile uglier than crying:

“You know as well as I do — a man like me, just drifting through the martial world, only eats at the Feng family’s table…”

Shhh!

In response came a blade of blood-red light.

The blade struck without warning, faster than any afterimage, carving a bloody arc through the night, aimed straight at Tong Xian’s throat.

“You—”

Tong Xian’s pupils shrank — he never expected Jiang Lao to be this brutal, not even granting him time to speak.

How utterly tyrannical.

Yet Tong Xian was no stranger to battle; since combat was inevitable, he gritted his teeth and charged.

True qi surged violently from within, gathering on his palms, erupting in blinding golden light.

He crossed his hands, turning them into blades, summoning a golden blade-momentum to meet the blood-moon slash.

At the instant the golden light and blood-moon were about to collide.

Tong Xian’s world suddenly changed.

The blood-moon blade never arrived.

Instead, a vast tide of crimson surged from all directions, drowning him.

He looked up in confusion — the cold silver moon above had become a colossal blood-red moon, crimson as fresh blood, dominating half the sky, bathing the world in eerie crimson light.

Corpses piled into mountains, rivers ran thick with blood.

“What… what is this…”

Tong Xian’s voice trembled, his legs weakening.

He wanted to flee, but his feet sank into sticky blood, each step trapped, impossible to pull free.

He wanted to scream, but his throat was choked, producing no sound.

The blood-moon began to fall.

Growing larger, drawing nearer — like a mountain crushing down upon him.

He struggled desperately to escape, but the blood-moon covered the entire sky, engulfing the whole world — there was nowhere to run.

“No—!!!”

He let out his final scream, filled with utter despair and terror.

On the road, the Feng family saw only a flash of blade-light — then Tong Xian froze stiff on his horse, motionless.

Moments later, Tong Xian’s head slipped cleanly from his neck, thudding to the ground, rolling twice.

His eyes bulged wide, his face frozen in ultimate terror.

Then his steed could no longer hold up.

The terrifying killing intent, as tangible as stone, crushed the beast’s limbs — the horse collapsed, foaming at the mouth, trembling violently.

Tong Xian’s headless corpse slumped to the ground with a heavy thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

“…”

Witnessing this eerie, horrifying scene, the Feng family held their breath.

They hadn’t even seen what happened — and Tong Xian, a Golden Core cultivator, was already dead?

“Could it be… you are…?”

Sun Yu stared blankly at Tong Xian’s headless corpse, memories flashing back to that day at the Sun family estate.

Identical wounds…

Add to that Jiang Ye’s earlier words — “I heard you’ve been looking for me?”

She could now be certain — this man before her was the one she had longed to avenge: the “Head-Cutter.”

She had imagined that seeing the killer would ignite fury, make her gnash her teeth, drive her to charge and fight to the death.

But now, in this moment, only endless terror filled her heart.

All blood feuds, all parental vengeance — forgotten.

Before the primal instinct to survive, they meant nothing.

“Don’t… don’t kill me!!!”

Sun Yu let out a shrill, trembling scream, whipping her horse around and fleeing blindly backward.

Her violent motion caused Feng Gang, whom she had been holding tightly, to tumble off the horse with a heavy thud.

But she didn’t care.

She only wanted to run — as far away as possible.

“Faster… faster…”

“Run faster!!!”

“The Young Mistress has fled!!!”

Seeing Sun Yu flee, the rest of them broke into panic.

In the face of death, no one cared about Feng Gang, the half-dead Young Master.

“Huh… huh…”

Feng Gang lay sprawled on the ground, watching everyone abandon him — his eyes filled with venom and rage.

But when he saw the gaunt figure walking calmly toward him, that venom and rage vanished instantly — replaced by bone-deep terror and regret.

He trembled as he begged, voice barely a whisper:

“P-please… don’t…”

Jiang Ye didn’t even deign to look at him — treated him like a stray dog, and slashed casually.

Shhh!

Feng Gang’s head flew into the air.

He remembered this bastard had boasted in the inn — that he’d kick the “Head-Cutter’s” head like a ball…

Since he said that.

Jiang Ye kicked hard — Feng Gang’s head shot off like a leather ball, arcing through the air before vanishing into the night.

He glanced at the fleeing crowd and sneered: “Think you can escape?”

“Faster… run faster!!!”

Sun Yu whipped her horse mercilessly.

Suddenly —

Her horse, sensing the presence of a tiger’s kill, collapsed, limbs buckling, crashing to the ground.

“Ah…”

Sun Yu was thrown violently from the saddle, rolling several times on the ground, covered in dust, her hair disheveled.

Ignoring her aching body, she scrambled to look up.

Right into a pair of ancient eyes — looking down at her, calm as still water, utterly expressionless.

“Ahh!!!”

Sun Yu recoiled like she’d been shocked, scrambling backward on her hands, trembling violently.

“Won’t run anymore?”

Jiang Ye smiled faintly — a smile that, under the moonlight, was utterly inscrutable.

He had asked her brother Sun Yu the same thing.

“Don’t kill me… please don’t kill me…”

Sun Yu wept uncontrollably, tears and snot smeared across her face — no trace left of the beautiful young lady she once was.

Her voice shook as she begged, haltingly:

“If you spare me, I’ll do anything…”

As she spoke, she frantically fumbled with her sash, fingers trembling so badly she couldn’t untie it.

Jiang Ye’s gaze sharpened slightly.

No, how come these two siblings are so much alike?

A family should be together.