Chapter 260: Grandparent and Grandchild Combine Strength

Dead silence.

A dead silence that can drive a person mad.

The bewilderment on the Nascent Soul Executor's face lasted a full three breaths.

Three breaths, for a being like him, were enough to simulate an entire war in his mind.

But now, his mind is a blank.

"Annihilation" turned into a rainbow?

How did it change?

Why did it change?

The Dao he prides himself on, the law he relies on to rampage, before the opponent, are like a lump of clay that can be molded at will. The other says, if you are round, it cannot be square.

What kind of power is this?

It is neither law suppression nor power counter.

It is a… definition.

A authority almost akin to "creation"!

"You... what exactly are you?" The Executor's voice turned dry for the first time; he stared intently at Wang Zhize, as if to see through him completely.

Wang Zhize smiled faintly, offering no answer. He merely glanced at the "hole" torn open by the Executor, then looked at Li Hu and Zhang Mei, who were kneeling on the ground, barely catching their breath.

"Brother," Wang Zhitao poked Wang Zhize's arm beside him, murmuring, "He seems dazed. Should I go up and bite him to see if he's hard?"

"Hold on, the main course isn't served yet." Wang Zhize's gaze returned to the Executor, "Weren't you here to tear down my house? Why haven't you acted?"

"Tear down my house?" The Executor seemed awakened by the words; his blank mind instantly filled with boundless rage and a deeper fear.

What he fears is not Wang Zhize, but a power he cannot comprehend or control!

"Seeking death!"

The Executor roared, and this time he abandoned that esoteric law. He chose the most primitive, purest, most unreasonable method.

He raised his fist.

A fist enveloped with the entirety of the Nascent Soul's mana.

The fist bore neither light nor darkness, only a pure, terrifying vibration that would shatter everything ahead into fundamental particles. Space around his fist took on a glassy texture about to break.

"I want to see if your mouth can call my fist a flower!"

The fist blasted forward!

The target was not Wang Zhize, but the very ground of the space!

He intended to pierce this ground, the foundation of this "turtle shell," with a single punch!

Facing this world‑shattering punch, Wang Zhize's expression finally grew serious.

The jade tablet in his hand radiated brilliantly.

"Turn!" he uttered a single word.

In an instant, the Executor felt everything before his eyes begin to warp and spin. Though he punched straight down toward the ground, the space ahead of his fist twisted like a wrung towel, then flung violently!

The punch strong enough to crush mountains was abruptly redirected toward another direction—straight at the two trembling Golden Core Shadow Guards.

"Sir! No!"

The two Shadow Guards let out their final cries. They had no time to react before the unstoppable force, launched by their own, struck them directly.

No explosion, no smoke.

The two late‑stage Golden Core Shadow Guards, along with their artifacts and armor, instantly evaporated into nothingness, leaving not even a speck of dust.

"Puff."

Wang Zhize's complexion paled further; clearly, forcibly reversing a Nascent Soul master's attack drained him enormously.

Before he could catch his breath, the Executor moved again.

"Interesting!" the Executor laughed instead of raging, his laughter full of madness, "Turn it once, I'll see how many times you can turn it!"

He transformed into an uncatchable streak of light, abandoning single‑point attacks and began to collide wildly within the space!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sky was ripped with black fissures, the ground pounded into bottomless pits. Each impact carried the will of a Nascent Soul cultivator to crush all.

Wang Zhize's complexion grew ever whiter as he continuously activated the jade tablet, repairing the spatial wounds, but the repair speed clearly lagged behind the destruction.

"Brother! I'm coming!"

Wang Zhitao let out a roar, unable to hold back any longer.

He stared at the spatial cracks the Executor had created and the rampant energy scattering everywhere, the light in his eyes brighter than the sun.

Isn't this a buffet?! Eat as you like?!

"Meal's ready!"

He flung his mouth open, as if he became a bottomless black hole.

A terrifying suction burst from his mouth, no longer a petty vortex but a massive rune array covering half the sky!

Those spatial cracks, the raging energy currents, the shattered law fragments, like cats smelling carrion, surged madly toward Wang Zhitao's mouth.

"Gurgle…"

Wang Zhitao swallowed so fast that he even let out a belch; the black‑gold runes on his body flickered, his aura climbing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hm?" The wildly colliding Executor froze, astonished to find that the destruction he caused was being... devoured by that kid?

One responsible for destruction, one for repair, one for cleaning up the "trash"?

What a hellish combination!

"Die for me!"

The Executor erupted in pure fury, ignoring everything else, targeting Wang Zhize as the repair Core; he gathered all his strength into a single point, forming a death ray that shot again toward Wang Zhize's brow!

This time, Wang Zhize could not reverse it.

All his mind and spirit were devoted to maintaining the stability of the entire space.

Meanwhile, Wang Zhitao was busy "eating" and had no time to provide support.

The death ray was about to pierce Wang Zhize's skull.

At that moment.

Buzz—

The whole world trembled lightly.

A faint yet immensely warm and steadfast light shone from the depths of the earth, from the apex of the sky, and from every inch of space.

It was Grandfather Wang Shan's aura.

The radiance enveloped Wang Zhize and Wang Zhitao.

In an instant, Wang Zhize felt his connection to the whole space was no longer through the jade tablet "remote", but, like breathing, became his instinct. He was the world, and the world was him.

Wang Zhitao, on the other hand, felt a warm current surge into his eternally insatiable stomach, accelerating the speed and efficiency of devouring the law by more than tenfold!

The death ray aimed at Wang Zhize, stopped one inch from his brow by an invisible wall, then a suddenly appearing massive hand made of black‑gold runes seized it, crushed it, and shoved it into Wang Zhitao's mouth.

"Taste… not bad," Wang Zhitao smacked his lips, his gaze at the Executor completely changed.

He was not looking at an enemy.

He was looking at a walking, all‑purpose… energy block.

The Executor's body went rigid.

He felt it.

It was not the power of one person, nor of two.

It was three.

One became the world, the foundation.

One that controls the world, the will.

One that devours all things, the cycle.

These three generations—grandfather, father, son—used their lives, souls, and bloodlines to forge a perfect closed loop: a living, breathing, counter‑striking… bloodline realm!

"Monsters… you family… are all monsters!" At last, a genuine tremor entered the Executor's voice.

Wang Zhize lifted his head; on his pallid face was a dignity wholly different from before, that of the Lord of the World.

He stared at the Executor and at the two faint, ghostly airships outside.

"Now, it's our turn."