Chapter 47

Another Body Refining eighth‑level expert fell unwillingly into a pool of blood. Of the five Wan Family elites Wan Hong brought, two were already dead in the blink of an eye.

Wang Shan's chest throbbed with pain; each breath felt like pulling a bellows, yet he stared at the corpse on the ground, his killing intent only growing fiercer! What does it matter if wounds pile on wounds? I haven't fallen yet!

The three remaining Body Refining seventh‑level experts were utterly panicked. They were tightly entangled by a dozen or so fearless Wang Family juniors; though those juniors had low cultivation, they fought like madmen, throwing their lives into the fray. Originally they could hold their own thanks to their cultivation, but now even their Body Refining eighth‑level comrade has been slain by that old immortal… What's the point of fighting anymore!

Run! We must run!

Fear coiled around their hearts like vines, leaving their hands and feet icy.

Wang Shan spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, then pulled out several Return Spring Pill, tossed them into his mouth without a glance, chewing them like beans. The warm current from the dissolving medicine slightly eased the pain and coaxed a trickle of Spiritual Power from his dried‑up dantian.

Enough!

He dragged his nearly useless arms, forced himself to stand again, staggering yet abnormally resolute as he charged toward the nearest cluster of combat.

He's here!

Wang Shan's arrival was like splashing a ladle of cold water into boiling oil—no, like throwing in a block of ice! It exploded instantly.

The aura of a Body Refining eighth‑level expert, even if its wielder is exhausted and near death from grave wounds, is not something a mere Body Refining seventh‑level can withstand—especially when the opponent has already had their courage shattered.

Wang Shan now resembled a heavily wounded yet still ferocious tiger that had stormed into a rabbit's burrow.

Pishan Palm!

Although the palm imprint was faint and its power greatly reduced, striking it against these Body Refining seventh‑level fighters who only wanted to flee was still a death‑seal!

Pfft!

A Wan Family expert couldn't dodge in time; Wang Shan's palm struck his back, sending him flying like a broken‑line kite. He landed silent. A nearby Wang Family junior immediately thrust a blade to finish him off.

"No!!" Another Wan Family expert, seeing his companion's gruesome death, lost all courage to resist and turned to flee.

But the instant he turned, Wang Zhezhe and two clansmen seized his legs in a death grip.

"Get lost!" the Wan Family expert snarled, eyes feral, struggling madly; he kicked one of the clansmen holding him away, but another Wang Family junior lunged, biting his arm hard! Blood sprayed.

The Wan Family expert screamed in pain, his movements faltering.

Now!

Wang Shan's vision blurred, pain surged again, but he gritted his teeth, forcing the medicinal effect down. He looked at the struggling Wan Family expert, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He dragged his nearly useless arms, moving like a ghost through the melee, appearing behind that Wan Family expert.

Pishan Palm!

The illusory palm print silently landed on the Wan Family expert's back!

Pfft!

A dull thud! The Wan Family expert's body stiffened, his face showing utter disbelief as he spat a blood mist mixed with organ fragments. He lowered his gaze to the sunken palm print on his chest, his eyes glazing over.

He never understood, even in death, how a man with crippled arms and exhausted Spiritual Power could unleash such a terrifying killing move!

Boom!

The corpse hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Of the five Wan Family members brought, only two remained.

The two remaining Body Refining seventh‑level experts watched helplessly as their companion fell before their eyes, their courage utterly shattered. They frantically tried to break free of the Wang Family juniors' clutches, but those juniors were like a pack of starving wolves, biting fast and refusing to let go—even if they were hacked to the bone, they would not loosen their grip!

"Get lost!!" a Wan Family expert roared, slashing and sending a Wang Family junior's arm flying.

"Ah!" the Wang Family junior cried out, yet with his sole remaining hand he clung to the opponent's leg and bit down with his teeth!

"Madmen! You're all madmen!" the Wan Family expert exclaimed, his soul fleeing his body.

Wang Shan did not pause. He sucked in a few breaths, then swallowed two more Return Spring Pill, his steps unceasing as he lunged toward another cluster of combat.

His arrival directly sentenced the opposition to death.

Pishan Palm!

Although its power had greatly diminished, it still carried an overbearing aura capable of splitting mountains and shattering stone.

Pfft!

Another Wan Family expert was sent flying by Wang Shan's palm, his breastbone shattered! Before he could even hit the ground, several Wang Family juniors pounced, hacking him to pieces!

Flesh and blood flew everywhere!

Thus, of the five elites Wan Hong brought, four are dead!

Only one remains!

That Body Refining seventh‑level expert gazed upon the hellish scene before him, at his companions' gruesome deaths, and at Wang Shan—drenched in blood, crawling out of a pile of evil ghosts—steadily approaching; his mental defenses collapsed completely.

He flung away his weapon and let out a mournful wail!

"Don't kill me! Wang Family Head, don't kill me! I was wrong, I really was wrong! I was forced—Wan Hong forced me! I know nothing!" His knees buckled, he fell to his knees, kowtowing to Wang Shan like pounding garlic, his forehead striking the ground with repeated thuds.

Blood streamed down his forehead, blurring his vision, yet it could not blur the fear of death in his eyes.

He was terrified! Utterly terrified! This isn't the Wang Family at all—it's an Asura hell!

Wang Shan halted his steps.

He stood there, drenched in blood, his arms hanging oddly, his chest heaving violently. His face showed no expression, only a pair of icy eyes like twin swords, piercing the Wan Family expert kneeling on the ground.

"Now you beg for mercy?" Wang Shan's voice was hoarse like a broken bellows, each word carrying a bone‑chilling cold.

"Too late."

Thud!

Upon hearing those words, the Wan Family expert's body shuddered as if plunged into an ice cavern; he opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

Wang Shan gave him no further chance.

He lifted his foot.

A swift, decisive kick!

"Crack!"

That Wan Family expert's head, like a ripe watermelon, exploded under Wang Shan's foot—red and white spraying everywhere!

Warm liquid splashed onto Wang Shan's pant leg, and he didn't even blink.

Those who offend my Wang family shall die!

This voice, icy and decisive, echoed in the bloody courtyard, like a proclamation of death!

Wan Hong is dead. His five elite subordinates were all slaughtered!

In the entire Wang Family Courtyard, aside from the Wang family's own people, not a single living Wan family member remains.

Only far away, atop the treetops, a figure trembled like a sieve.

Chen Tianfeng!

He witnessed it all! From Wan Hong's mighty breach of the formation, to Wang Shan's breakthrough in desperation, then to that terrifying golden talisman reversing the battle, and finally, it was this undying old bastard Wang Shan, dragging such severe wounds, who ruthlessly slaughtered Wan Hong and his men to the last.

Damn it! Is this really a small clan from Luo Bay County?! This is literally a den of slaughter gods!

When Wang Shan's icy gaze swept over the tree where he was hiding like a scanner, Chen Tianfeng's soul fled in terror! He could no longer hold back, his body went limp, and he fell straight from the tree with a "thud," landing flat on his face.

He crawled and stumbled to his knees, facing Wang Shan, tears and snot streaming, his voice trembling with sobs: "Wang…Wang family head! Spare me! It's the Wan family that forced me! I…I know nothing! I'm just a lowly scout! I didn't do anything!"

He kowtowed like pounding garlic, his head almost knocking itself bloody.

Wang Shan stood there, stepping on the corpse of the last Wan family expert, gazing at the mess all over the ground, at his own wounded clansmen, at those cold corpses.

He took a deep, deep breath.

No, he couldn't inhale deeply; his chest ached fiercely. He merely strained to control his breathing.

This brutally fierce battle, having reached its extreme, finally ended in a tragic victory for the Wang family.

He straightened his back, though his body felt like it might fall apart, but that pride, that killing intent, stood tall like a mountain.

His gaze swept over the dozen or so surviving Wang family youths, then over Wang Zhize's face, smeared with blood yet glowing with the wild joy of having survived the catastrophe.

His voice was hoarse and weary, yet full of power, striking each Wang family youth's heart like a war drum.

"We……"

"We, we won!"

"The Wan family's vicious hounds, all exterminated!"

"Those who offend my Wang family..."

He looked at Chen Tianfeng, kneeling on the ground and shivering, his eyes icy and piercing!

"Even if far away, they shall be executed!"