Chapter 261: Counterstrike

Monster…

The two words forced out of the Executor's throat sounded as if they had been sanded down.

He has roamed his whole life, killing like a pest, having seen countless vicious scoundrels and even gifted monsters, yet he had never seen a combination like the one before his eyes…

No, this is not a combination.

It is a living ecosystem.

A world that uses the grandfather's death as soil, the eldest grandson's will as the heavens, and the younger grandson's greed as its cycle…

Now, it's our turn.

Wang Zhize's voice was light, yet it struck the Executor's taut nerves like a heavy hammer.

"You…" The Executor was about to speak, but any threatening words seemed pale and powerless at that moment. His proud Nascent Soul cultivation, the law power he relied on to rampage, in this bizarre space, seemed like a joke.

"No… I don't believe it!"

Dignity, along with a terror from the depths of his soul, made him unable to accept this reality. He is a lofty "Executor", the blade in his lord's hand that decides life and death—how could he be frightened by two mere Foundation Establishment ants, no, by these two monsters!

"All those flashy tricks will be crushed before absolute power!"

The Executor let out a roar; this time, he no longer used his fists nor released that single law beam.

He himself is the source of power!

"Dao Transforming Myriad Phenomena·Boundless Return to Void!"

He thrust both hands outward forcefully, his body seeming to become semi‑transparent, and behind him a huge, vague Nascent Soul Dharma Form flickered. In an instant, with him at the center, the entire space began to "repel" Wang Zhize's brother.

It is a higher‑level attack.

It does not use force to destroy this world, but uses one's own Dao to pollute and overlay the world's rules!

Countless gray silk threads as fine as cattle hair burst from his body, like an endless downpour, shooting in all directions. Each thread contained the Dao of a Nascent Soul strongman—a domineering intent to turn all existence into void, the "Return to Void".

What he seeks is not to shatter brick by brick, but to make the world's laws acknowledge his Dao from the foundation, causing them to collapse on themselves!

"Brother!" Wang Zhitao looked at the gray lines, his face showing disdain for the first time, "This thing… looks so unappetizing, like it's moldy."

Wang Zhize smiled.

"No, Xiao Tao, it's not moldy." He raised his hand as if stroking the air, "It's a seasoning… sent by the guest."

He watched the gray silk threads flooding in, his connection to the world behind him becoming unprecedentedly tight.

"Grandfather's gift includes more than just space," he murmured, as if speaking to his younger brother and to himself, "Also… 'Distortion'."

The moment his words fell, the jade tablet in Wang Zhize's hand fully merged into his palm. He made no defense, merely lifted a finger and lightly tapped the gray "downpour".

"Redirect."

A simple command.

No earth‑shaking sound, no dazzling effects.

Those gray threads bearing the Dao of Return to Void, just before touching any inch of this world, seemed to collectively slam into an invisible, ultra‑distorted mirror.

Their directions were forcibly deflected, folded, and converged.

All the threads finally twisted into a massive gray rope, racing back faster than they came, toward its sole target—its master, the Executor, winding back!

"What?!"

The Executor's pupils snapped shut!

He tried to dodge, but that was his own Dao, his own power! Like his own arm, he could not escape it!

He could only watch, eyes wide, as his strongest attack blasted toward his own chest in the most absurd way.

"Puff—!"

The Executor, as if struck by lightning, was flung backward, spouting a blood arrow in mid‑air. A through‑and‑through hole appeared in his chest, its edges laced with his own Return to Void power, wildly corroding his life force.

He forced the wound shut, his face full of disbelief.

How could this be possible?!

This is not law suppression! This is… this is the right to define the law! In this space, if the opponent says east, one's own power must never go west!

"You… you really…"

"I said, in one's own home, you can put things wherever you want." Wang Zhize's complexion grew even paler, clearly this kind of conceptual manipulation drained him as much, yet he showed no mercy in his words, "A gift from a guest—how could there be any reason not to accept it yourself?"

"Brother! Brother! He's bleeding!" Wang Zhitao's eyes lit up, pointing at the Executor as if he'd discovered a new continent, "Is he now tastier? Like a piece of meat drenched in sauce?"

"Hold on." Wang Zhize shook his head, his gaze piercing the Executor as if seeing the vague Nascent Soul Dharma Form behind him, "The main course hasn't started yet."

The Executor heard this and, enraged, another mouthful of blood surged to his throat.

He, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, in the other's eyes was nothing but… a dish?

"Aaaah!!"

He went completely mad, no longer trying to pollute the world with his Dao, but began to burn his Nascent Soul origin without regard for cost.

"Even if I die, I'll drag you monsters along as a sacrifice!"

A far more terrifying aura erupted from him, he prepared to self‑detonate his Nascent Soul Dharma Form, blasting this space back into chaos!

However, the moment he triggered his origin, a mutation rebirthed.

"Brother, he said he's going to die." Wang Zhitao licked his lips, tilting his head, "Does that mean not eating now would be a waste?"

Wang Zhize looked at him, nodded, "As you wish. Don't overeat."

"Alright!"

Wang Zhitao had been waiting for that line!

He snapped his mouth open, this time no longer a simple suction vortex.

Behind him, a domain composed of countless black‑gold runes, like a cosmic black hole, suddenly unfolded!

Once this domain appeared, it no longer passively waited for "trash" to arrive, but actively launched a "plunder"!

An indescribable hunger will, emanating from the deepest part of the Devouring Nascent Overlord Body, shrouded the Executor.

The Executor was about to self‑detonate, but suddenly froze.

He felt his connection with the world's spiritual Qi… had been severed.

No, it wasn't severed.

It was this realm that was "repelling" him!

Immediately after, a terrifying sensation that made his very soul shudder arrived. The magical energy in his body, the source within his Nascent Soul, the vital essence in his flesh, even the power in his divine soul were being forcibly drawn out of his body by an irresistible force… outward!

It was like a water‑filled balloon being pierced by countless needles!

"My power… my magical energy… no!!"

The Executor stared at his own hands in terror; he could clearly feel himself withering at an unprecedented speed.

On the other side, Wang Zhitao comfortably squinted his eyes and let out a satisfied groan.

"Guh… so intense… stronger than all the previous ones combined…"

The black‑gold runes on his body flared brightly; his aura rose instead of waning, and the all‑consuming domain became denser and more domineering!

One was burning wildly, the other was devouring wildly.

But the burning speed was far slower than the devouring speed!

With one gaining as the other lost, the Executor's world‑shattering self‑destruct momentum actually withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Concept distortion… source devouring…" the Executor muttered despondently, finally understanding.

In this domain forged by Wang Shan's bloodline, Wang Zhize was the rule‑maker, while Wang Zhitao was the rule‑enforcer.

One was responsible for defining "you cannot".

The other was responsible for proving "why you cannot".

This was not a battle at all.

It was a… execution.

The Executor's madness and anger finally faded completely, replaced by endless despair and terror. He looked at the two brothers, who no longer appeared human to him, his voice trembling incoherently.

"This place… this is not some cave dwelling… not a prototype of a divine kingdom…"

"This is the Wang Family's… dining table!"