Chapter 10: Today, the Qin Family Will Be Destroyed!

Veins bulged across Qin Potian's face, his whole body trembling without cease.

Cold sweat had already soaked through his clothes, sending a chill of dread through him.

"Old dog, are you done hitting? Then it's my turn now!"

Lin Feng stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze looking down with contempt. From the steps, he stared down at Qin Potian in a posture of utter superiority.

That slash just now was indeed very powerful, but it was not Qin Potian's own strength.

It was all the confidence the Six-Star Spirit Treasure Blood Tyrant Blade gave him.

"Such a fine treasure — I'll take it." Lin Feng's voice was flat, yet brooked no argument.

At these words, Qin Potian flew into a rage: "Brat, don't even think—"

But before the words had left his mouth, Lin Feng's hand was already at his throat, cutting off everything he meant to say.

Then the Blood Tyrant Blade was in Lin Feng's hand, tossed about casually.

"Quite the treasure. Your Qin Family, knowing you're in the wrong, came all the way here to present it. I'll accept the sentiment."

Lin Feng said with a teasing grin: "Since you know your mistake, this Clan Leader will grant your Qin Family a swift end."

"Whoosh—"

As Lin Feng's voice fell, a streak of sword-light flashed like a rainbow, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Yet on Qin Potian's neck, a thin red line appeared.

"Ancestor!"

The Qin Family members were seized with horror; each one involuntarily sucked in a cold breath and retreated three steps.

"You… what kind of sword art was that…"

No one else could make out what method Lin Feng had used, but Qin Potian, himself at the Wudao Realm, had seen it clearly.

Lin Feng had drawn his sword — in a flash of lightning, one strike was unleashed and the blade returned to its sheath.

The crisp ring of the sword only rang out after the blade was already sheathed.

"None of your damn business!" Lin Feng said coldly.

So what if he had a Six-Star Spirit Treasure Blood Tyrant Blade?

Lin Feng still had the Seven-Star Spiritual Treasure: Tianhong Sword in his hand!

"You… ah…"

Rage attacked Qin Potian's heart, yet his face went deathly pale. Blood burst from his neck — that single strike had separated head from body.

The Qin Family members glared with bloodshot eyes, every face ashen.

They had summoned Ancestor Qin Potian to avenge their grudge and trample the Lin Family into the dust.

But now not a single Lin Family member had died, while Ancestor Qin Potian had been killed instead. So who in the Qin Family was left to fight the Lin Family?

"No… I can't accept this…"

As his head hit the ground, Qin Potian's mouth shaped these few words.

He had sensed Lin Feng's true cultivation.

Enlightenment Realm Fourth Layer.

In a tiny Ziyun City, how could such a powerhouse exist?

Had Qin Potian known Lin Feng's cultivation earlier, how would he have dared to come?

He would likely have packed up at once and fled with the Qin Family.

A Six-Star Spirit Treasure Blood Tyrant Blade might match an Enlightenment Realm Second Layer cultivator.

But against one of the Fourth Layer, not even the King of Heaven himself could win.

"Not dead yet?"

Lin Feng was puzzled, then drew his sword again, hacking Qin Potian's head until it was nearly a pile of mush.

When killing, one must always finish the job — who knows if this fellow can revive.

With Qin Potian dead, the Qin Family lost its backbone.

Even their Clan Treasure was in Lin Feng's hands — who still had the heart to fight?

"Hahaha! The Clan Leader is mighty!"

Lin Hai shouted, tears streaming down his aged face as he ran over.

The Lin Family members cheered with joy, each one rushing to Lin Feng's side.

The news of Lin Feng slaying Qin Potian single-handedly would not take long to spread through all of Ziyun City.

The Lin Family would be the undisputed first clan of Ziyun City.

"Clan Leader!"

Lin Ya jogged over, her bright eyes brimming with adoration.

The scene of Lin Feng slaying the Qin Family Ancestor just now was impossible to shake from her mind.

That slender back seemed capable of erupting with boundless power.

So long as he was there, even if the heavens collapsed, the Lin Family would not be crushed!

"Elder, the rest shouldn't require my personal attention, should it?"

Lin Feng gave a faint smile. With Qin Potian and Qin Shan already dead, the Qin Family was nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs.

Though the Lin Family's foundation was shallow, after ten years of development, its Clan Members were no weaker than the Qin Family's disciples.

At these words, Lin Hai immediately let out a great roar: "Kill them! Leave none alive!"

As the shout fell, the Qin Family scattered like frightened birds and beasts — at this point they dared not resist at all.

Fight with what?

Their Clan Leader and Ancestor were both gone, their Clan Treasure had been seized — lend them a hundred times the courage and they still wouldn't dare resist!

"Where do you think you're running? Weren't you all being very arrogant just now?"

"You Qin Family dogs — you really think you can deal with my Lin Family?"

"Die, all of you!"

Every Lin Family clansman fought like a dragon; the chance to beat a dog already in the water was a rare sight.

【Ding! Host has resolved the family crisis, Family Fortune Value +500!】

【Ding! Host has boosted the family's morale; Qi Luck Value has broken through one thousand points, unlocking the title Overwhelming Momentum!】

【Overwhelming Momentum: Lin Family disciples' cultivation speed increased by ten percent, Comprehension increased by ten percent】

The system's notification surfaced in his mind.

Lin Feng's eyes lit up. Now that the family's fortune had broken through the thousand-point threshold, fortune surged like a rainbow — within the whole of Ziyun City, there was likely no rival.

The most crucial part was the title Overwhelming Momentum.

It could comprehensively raise the Lin Family disciples' Comprehension and cultivation speed!

One had to know that those sects in the cultivation world, after endless hardship in seeking a single Blessed Land and Grotto Heaven, could only barely achieve this much.

And now the Lin Family clansmen could achieve it easily, without even needing the boost of a Blessed Land and Grotto Heaven.

An absolute windfall!

A panel appeared before Lin Feng's eyes, and he immediately began examining it.

"Hiss!" Lin Feng drew in a sharp breath — the Lin Family was about to rise at breakneck speed!

"Looks like I still need to raise fortune further."

With the Qin Family of Ziyun City destroyed this time, the Lin Family's reputation would reach its peak. If the Yang Family and Wang Family were also wiped out, then by that time, would it…

"Clan Leader, the Qin Family is doomed today!"

Lin Hai trembled with excitement all over, his old eyes filled with reverence as he looked at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng waved his hand, utterly unconcerned: "The Qin Family's destruction is already a foregone conclusion. Remember to seize all of their properties — not a single survivor is to be allowed."

"Also, dig the Qin Family three feet into the ground, burn their bones to ash and scatter them, split every earthworm lengthwise and crosswise with two cuts each, shake the yolks of every egg until they scatter, and castrate every passing dog three times over…"

When the words fell, Lin Hai stood stunned for a long moment.

His head was full of dark lines; he felt even his fingers trembling.

Did it really have to be done this ruthlessly?

Even the passing dogs had to be castrated — and three times at that?

"Clan Leader, isn't this a bit too cruel?" Lin Hai gulped.

"Grandfather, the Clan Leader has deeply grasped the principle that if you don't cut the grass and pull out the roots, the spring wind will bring it back to life."

Lin Ya, standing to the side, tilted his head and said with unusual seriousness: "If we're not ruthless, the ones who'll suffer in the future will only be our own clansmen."

"Being ruthless and merciless to enemies is the best protection for our clansmen."

Young Lin Ya — not very old, but his mind was remarkably sharp.

Lin Feng gazed at Lin Ya with satisfaction. This was their Lin Family's S-Class Aptitude — truly extraordinary.

"Elder, you've lived too many comfortable days and forgotten the way of survival. You understand less than a twelve-year-old child."

Hearing these words, Lin Hai immediately lowered his head in shame.

"It was him earlier who faced the Qin Family without changing expression! This boy has great promise!"

Hearing Lin Feng's praise, a hint of pride appeared on Lin Hai's face: "Clan Leader, this is my eldest grandson, named Lin Ya."

"'The sea of cultivation is boundless, an absolute cliff stands high' — that's a name full of ambition." Lin Feng said with considerable satisfaction.

"Lin Ya, your temperament is excellent. This clan leader is very fond of you. I now bestow upon you a cultivation method — remember to cultivate it well."