Chapter 310: How Can He Be So Strong! (Requesting Monthly Tickets! Requesting Subscription!)

Shi Ziling has returned!

Just as in the Wang Fu, this news spread like a tornado, swiftly engulfing the entire capital of the Stone Kingdom, and countless factions and nobles within the city paid close attention, secretly employing methods to spy on the inner scenes of the Wang Fu.

After all, the incident at the Wang Fu back then was no small matter; even though they later teamed up with the Yu Clan to control the spread of information, some major powers still learned parts of the truth.

A Tianshengzhizun who should have had an illustrious future was cruelly stripped of his Supreme Bone by his own clan elders simply because his parents were not by his side, nearly killing him.

Such conduct was truly horrifying—even in the notoriously corrupt noble circles, it was exceedingly rare.

As for the child’s father, Shi Ziling, upon learning this terrible news, he instantly went mad; to seek revenge and justice, he and his wife stormed the Wang Fu, sparking a great battle that left many of the Wang Fu’s top experts dead.

But unfortunately, Shi Ziling was outnumbered and ultimately driven out by the combined forces of the Wang Fu, forced to flee into the Wilds with his wife and his dying infant son; it was said he was later hunted down by Yu Clan experts and his fate remains unknown.

Now, nearly eight years have passed, and Shi Ziling—who everyone assumed had long since died abroad—has returned once more, shocking many.

Moreover, according to current intelligence, the child who had his Supreme Bone removed back then appears to have survived, and very likely, he is the infamous “Blood-Handed Demon Child” who has made a terrifying name for himself in the Virtual Spirit Realm recently.

A Tianshengzhizun , not only unbroken, but reborn and now possessing invincible might, has swept through the Cave Heaven Realm without rival; even the Wang Fu’s much-anticipated Double Iris Saint seems pale in comparison.

Thinking of this, some sighed at the cruelty of fate, others simply rejoiced in the misfortune, but without exception, all chose to watch, silently awaiting what would come next.

BOOM————!!

Amid a deafening crash, the inner gate of the Wang Fu was shattered open from the outside.

The Shi Clan members, who had already received word, were instantly shocked and furious—but when they saw the figures walking through the gate, especially the familiar handsome young man, their expressions turned unnatural, flickering with hatred.

These were all the Wang Fu’s direct-line descendants; many had participated in the battle back then, and some elders and relatives had died at Shi Ziling’s hands; now that this killing god had returned to the Wang Fu, their emotions were inevitably stirred.

But they dared not move, not even dare to shout a rebuke.

Because Shi Ziling was too strong—even though still young, under forty, his strength far surpassed that of many clan elders, radiating the aura of a prince or marquis.

Otherwise, so many would not have died in the battle back then.

In contrast, Shi Ziling’s reaction was far calmer; he scanned the surroundings and saw that these once-familiar clan members lacked even the courage to meet his gaze, and he muttered bitterly to himself.

“So this is the kind of worthless trash I was exiled for, nearly losing my family and life—how laughable.”

Hearing this, the Wang Fu members turned ashen, yet held their tongues, waiting for the arrival of the strongest clan elders, confident that their power would once again subdue Shi Ziling, just as before.

“To be fair, it really is laughable.”

Wu Xian nodded in agreement beside him, his face utterly serious, leaving Shi Ziling speechless and forcing a bitter smile.

This kid truly has a vengeful nature—I wonder if Hao has picked up bad habits from him.

“Ziling, you’ve returned? What a surprise!”

At that moment, an old man’s voice echoed from afar; the Shi Clan members turned toward it, their faces lighting up with relief.

That was Shi Li, a true power among the clan elders, formidable in strength, rumored to have reached the peak of the Inscription Realm, worthy of the title Marquis.

“Surprise? More like a nightmare!”

Shi Ziling sneered—he clearly remembered how this old man had sided with Shi Yi back then, joining the assault on him, striking with ruthless precision, always targeting his vital points.

“Ziling, is this how you treat your elders? It seems the lesson from back then wasn’t enough.”

More elders appeared, all of high status; one had blazing pupils and wore a gray robe, radiating immense power.

His name was Shi Yuan, fifth among the clan elders; he had fought against Shi Ziling in the battle back then, defended Shi Yi and his mother, and had been severely wounded by him.

Moreover, he held another crucial identity: the great-grandfather of the Double Iris Saint, naturally opposed to Shi Ziling’s lineage, irreconcilable—he had secretly instigated the siege back then, a cunning and calculating old fox.

“Out of respect for your father, we can overlook what happened back then—if you abandon your obsession with that matter, we can still remain family.”

Shi Yuan spoke kindly, yet his eyes hid a deep killing intent.

“Family? You’re not even worthy to say the word!”

Shi Ziling, enraged, let out a bitter laugh—just as he was about to mock further, a piercing shriek tore through his eardrums, leaving his mind reeling; when his senses returned, the scene before him left him stunned.

Where Shi Yuan had stood was now a massive crater; Wu Xian stood at its center, his foot crushing Shi Yuan’s skull, and with a brutal downward press, he crushed it like a watermelon.

But a second later, no blood splattered—the entire body dissolved into a shower of light and vanished.

“A substitute talisman?”

Wu Xian raised an eyebrow, recognizing the trick.

This was an extremely difficult talisman to forge, worth a fortune, said to have been lost for ages—yet this old bastard actually possessed such a treasure.

“What the hell? Talking so big, thought you were some powerhouse—turns out you’ve got nothing?”

Wu Xian sneered, glancing at Shi Li, frozen in shock nearby, and grinned: “Old man, your turn now—do you have a substitute talisman too?”

Shi Li trembled violently, terrified.

How is this possible! They said this kid was only Cave Heaven Realm—and this isn’t the Virtual Spirit Realm—how can he be this strong?!

The situation had completely exceeded expectations, leaving Shi Li panicked—but remembering his prior preparations, he calmed himself, swiftly forming hand seals and channeling his energy into the surrounding void.

Instantly, brilliant light flared from all directions; countless intricate array patterns activated simultaneously, forming spectral shadows of ancient beasts—dragons, bixie—and trapping Wu Xian and Shi Ziling’s family in the center.

“A decent array—but the people behind it are worthless.”

Seeing this, Wu Xian chuckled coldly, then lifted his right foot and stomped hard against the ground.

(End of Chapter)