Chapter 359: Chen Yan, you have the nerve to let Yuwen Hu annihilate my ten families!

The wailing, even more mournful than just now, reverberated and made one's eardrums ache.

Zhao Qingshi's right arm snapped in response, and fresh blood gushed out like a fountain.

The severed arm hit the ground with a thud, and the fingers even twitched twice.

A sight that shocked the eyes.

"My hand!"

"My right arm!"

Zhao Qingshi clutched the wound on his right arm and rolled wildly on the ground, the excruciating pain at the break repeatedly churning through his flesh.

Each roll dragged a tearing pain, causing his whole body's muscles to spasm uncontrollably.

The blood from the wound would not stop at all.

It surged outward through the fingers he pressed tightly together.

Soon a pool of viscous blood accumulated beneath him.

"Qingshi!"

Zhao Qian listened to the heart‑rending wail, his heart feeling as if a dull knife kept cutting it, pain making his whole body tremble, his chest heaving violently, a breath nearly failing to rise, and he demanded sharply, "Zhao Xingjian, what have you done!"

"They are both your brothers, your own brothers!"

Zhao Qian never imagined that the old Zhao family would have a day of fratricide, and that it would happen right before his eyes...

A piercing pain in the heart!

Zhao Xingjian snapped his head around, his blood‑stained pupils swirling with mockery and malice, as if he had heard the biggest joke, his voice suddenly rising, brimming with dam‑bursting fury: "Grandfather, shouldn't I be the one asking you this?"

He planted a foot beside the severed arm, the sound of his boot crushing flesh grinding loudly in Zhao Qian's ears, "When you saw that wretched thing that day and arbitrarily whipped me with a lash, what did you do!"

What a clear double standard!

The beloved heir gets anxious when trouble strikes, yet turns a blind eye to Zhao Xingjian's suffering.

He doesn't even ask for fair treatment, not even a word of consolation.

Truly chilling!

Fortunately, those matters no longer matter...

"Old man..."

Zhao Qian was shaken by the interrogation, all his roars and indignation stuck in his throat, yet he could not utter a single rebuttal.

His eyes, which had just been flushed red, instantly lost their color, leaving only a dead‑gray emptiness.

Those favoritisms he deliberately ignored.

Those moments when he knew it was wrong yet chose silence.

Now they all turned into a cold glint on Zhao Xingjian's blade, shining straight at him, leaving no escape.

"Zhao Qingshi, you've been tyrannical for so many years; you never imagined a day like this, did you?"

Zhao Xingjian ignored the speechless Zhao Qian, his scarlet gaze once again locking onto Zhao Qingshi rolling on the ground.

Zhao Qingshi still twitched from the excruciating pain in his right arm, the blood at the wound staining the surrounding Blue Bricks red.

Seeing Zhao Xingjian look, his dilated pupils suddenly erupted with extreme terror.

A hoho wail rose from his throat, as if begging for mercy.

Zhao Xingjian didn't even blink.

The cold glint flashed again!

A slash, faster and more ruthless than before, came down!

"Ah—!!!"

Another heart‑rending wail rang out.

Zhao Qingshi's left arm fell in response, opposite the right arm on the ground.

Fresh blood gushed out again, instantly merging with the pool beneath him.

This time, the excruciating pain gave Zhao Qingshi no room to struggle.

The wail abruptly stopped, his body tensed sharply.

Then, like a puppet with its strings cut, he suddenly relaxed, his eyes rolling white, his head tilting.

He completely fainted to death.

Zhao Xingjian admired the symmetry he had created, then walked straight to Chen Yan, cradling his blade with both hands, kneeling on one knee, bowing his head and saying, "Thank you, Supervisor!"

"From now on, I, Zhao Xingjian, am the Supervisor's most loyal running dog..."

"I will obey the Supervisor's command, spilling liver and brain onto the ground, sparing nothing!"

Zhao Xingjian proclaimed his loyalty.

Now his long‑held wish is fulfilled; from now on, whenever the Supervisor points, he'll strike, even if it means taking a Human Head, without a single complaint!

Chen Yan helped Zhao Xingjian to his feet, gave a calm smile, and, with interest, looked at the pallid Zhao Qian, teasingly asking, "Old Pillar of the State, what decree does the Supervisor now hold?"

"What promise is being kept, right?"

There's no helping it; Chen, the Supervisor, is kind‑hearted and loves to support every "brotherly and fraternal" dream...

No matter who wants to cut down a Zhao, he'll definitely help the scene!

Stung in the heart, Zhao Qian's cloudy eyes flashed with blood vessels, his clenched fist's veins bulging, his knuckles nearly embedding into his palm, he said, "Chen Yan, you must not let the old man escape this world..."

"Otherwise I will tear your body to countless pieces!"

How could he not hate!

If not for Chen Yan's interference, how would he have been trapped, how would Yang Qin have coughed up blood and fainted, how would the two heirs suffer this torment?

If he gets the chance, he'll surely chop the Chen scoundrel to pieces finer than minced meat!

Chen Yan heard this, shrugged it off, his knuckles slightly flexed as he slowly pointed at Zhao Qian, and with a calm smile said, "Rest assured, the Yang family enjoys the nine‑family extermination treatment, and the Zhao clan will have the same!"

He paused, then pointed at Yan Zhi Tui on the ground, adding in detail: "His Yan clan is no exception!"

Chief Supervisor Chen advocates treating everyone equally.

No one comes empty‑handed; everyone can happily receive the Nine‑Clan Elimination Package!

After all, he can't sleep unless he kills them cleanly…

"What if you execute my nine clans?"

Zhao Qian's eyes went black at the words "execute nine clans," and he erupted in fury, a surge of blood‑vitality shooting straight toward the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

He stared fixedly at Chen Yan, his murky eyes streaked with blood as if about to bleed, his hoarse voice laced with reckless madness: "Chen Yan, if you have the guts, have Yuwen Hu execute my ten clans!"

"Fine."

Chen Yan heard this, showed no hesitation, and readily agreed, smiling: "Since the venerable Pillar of the State makes such a request, how could I, the Supervisor, refuse?"

"As you wish, execute ten clans!"

For such demands, Chen (the person) has always been all‑accommodating, granting any request…

It also conveniently advances Fang Xiaoru's treatment by over a thousand years, pioneering a precedent in the annals!

"What a splendid execution of ten clans!"

Li Tan heard this, barely raising an eyebrow, a sigh of emotion welling up inside.

He paused, thoughtful, murmuring to himself: "I had only heard of executing nine clans before; what is this extra clan?"

Recalling this, his fingertip lightly tapped under his sleeve.

The nine clans already consist of four paternal, three maternal, and two spousal clans, each with its own established order; what, then, is this suddenly added clan?

Zhao Qian hadn't expected Chen Yan to have such audacity; his chest heaved violently, every wrinkle twisted with raging fury, his teeth chattering as if to crush his jaw: "You dare!"

"Can the Supervisor Master not dare?"

You Xian, witnessing the scene, twitched his mouth corner, and couldn't help muttering inwardly: "And it was you who demanded it…"

When he himself proposed it, he was so bold; now the Supervisor truly agrees yet is displeased.

Since they're all about executing the nine clans, adding one more isn't much; it's a fulfillment for the nation's pillar.

Chen Yan seemed not to hear Zhao Qian's roar, not even raising an eyelid, and calmly turned, his gaze landing on Zhao Xingjian: "Your merit this time is great; you shall inherit the Duke of Chu title!"

He paused, placed his hand on the man's shoulder, and instructed: "In the future, the vast State Duke Mansion's duty of continuing the lineage will rest solely on you; be diligent and never let the family line die out!"

For the Zhao clan to execute ten clans, the only male who can survive is this turn‑from darkness to light Zhao Xingjian.

All the family line can now only be continued by him.

"Thank you, Supervisor!"

"Zhao Xingjian will certainly not disappoint the Supervisor's great expectations!"

Zhao Xingjian knelt on one knee, his blood‑stained left hand swiftly pressed onto the back of his right fist, forming a proper clasp‑fist salute; his knuckles whitened from the force, and his arm trembled slightly—

It was not fear, but extreme excitement.

Just now his eyes were veiled with frost, now they seemed ignited by two flames, dazzlingly bright, the bloodstains on his face appearing less feral, leaving only uncontainable exhilaration and heat.

He not only avoided death, but also gained a title, and henceforth the Zhao clan will be his bloodline…

All thanks to aligning with the rightful master!

"Chen Yan, you must be eager for me to die quickly, right?"

"Come on!"

"Give me a good kill!"

Zhao Qian, witnessing this, placed his gaunt hand on his hollow chest, as if everything had been ripped out, clenched his throat, and shouted loudly.

Now powerless to change fate, the old Pillar Zhao only wishes to die, ending everything…

"See, he's impatient again!"

Chen Yan slowly raised his hand, his thumb lightly sweeping across, pointing faintly toward Zhao Qian, the curve of his fingertip carrying a hint of lazy mockery.

He paused, then continued: "Old Pillar, as a rebel, you must be justly punished, beheaded for the people of Chang'an to see!"

"How could one die here so hastily?"

His words were laden with deep implication.

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Qian jerked his head up, his murky eyes first a void, then erupting into a violent cough.

Coughing, he then carelessly threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"Chen Hu, Chen Hu, your grandson is truly formidable!" Zhao Qian, looking up, his gaunt face etched with deep grooves, laughed even harder, exclaiming.

Can't help but be impressed!

Even if he must die, they will exploit him to the utmost, squeezing out all value.

At this moment, Zhao Qian strangely felt a tinge of jealousy:

Why isn't this his grandson?

"It won't be long before the old Pillar sees his grandfather again…"

Chen Yan heard this, expression blank, said lightly.

Immediately, he waved at You Xian and ordered: "Take them down and imprison them!"

"Understood." You Xian stepped forward, replying.

"Don't forget to feed them…" Chen Yan's gaze hardened, and in a lowered voice he reminded.

What they must be fed, of course, is the delirium medicine.

To make the living rebel a public example, executed in full view, achieves the best effect!

"Shuyi understands."

You Xian nodded, summoned a few embroidered‑clad envoys, and dragged Zhao Qian and the others away.

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PS: The extermination of the tenth clan— which tenth clan is it?

The traditional "nine clans" comprise four paternal clans, three maternal clans, and two spouse clans, while the added "tenth clan" consists of disciples and old acquaintances.