Chapter 311: Wu Xian: Time

BOOM—

Violent tremors rose from beneath their feet; everyone felt the world spin wildly and collapsed helplessly to the ground.

At the same time, the array runes floating in midair shattered and extinguished instantly—clearly shattered outright by that single stomp.

Seeing this, Shi Li and several clan elders were filled with shock.

This was one of the Shi Clan’s strongest killing arrays; when combined, even marquises had to tread carefully.

Yet now, this child, seemingly under ten years old, had crushed them with one foot. Had they not seen it with their own eyes, they could never have believed it.

“How is this possible? Is a natural supreme so powerful? But Yi’er…”

Shi Li muttered to himself, then suddenly saw Wu Xian raise a hand toward him.

Instantly, a golden palm materialized in midair, snatching him up like a chick, then slowly clenched shut.

“No!! I am a clan elder of the Wu Wang Mansion! If you kill me, the Wu Wang will not spare you!!”

Overwhelming pain surged through Shi Li; his body felt like clay being kneaded and twisted, his face turning crimson as he screamed loudly—trying to threaten with the Wu Wang’s name.

“Wu Wang?”

Wu Xian sneered: “A waste who turned his own family into a den of filth. If he dares show his face, I’ll crush him too.”

As he spoke, Wu Xian tightened the golden palm further, determined to torture Shi Li to death, a cruel smile twisting his youthful face—sending chills through the Shi Clan.

Shi Li coughed up blood, then gritted his teeth and chose self-destruction—like Shi Yuan before him, dissolving into a shower of light.

Yet in the next instant, the light and shadows around him twisted and warped; he should have escaped using a substitute-death talisman, yet he reappeared right where he’d been, his face instantly drained of color, filled with terror.

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible…”

BOOM!!

Shi Li shattered again—but this time, not into light, but into real blood rain.

“So you only had one substitute-death talisman.”

Wu Xian mocked, then beneath his feet, a massive Eight-Guayi Gate Array suddenly appeared, instantly covering the entire Wu Wang Mansion—and extending outward.

Manipulating the four plates, shifting directions.

After a flash of distorted light and shadow, Shi Yuan—who had escaped earlier—reappeared before everyone’s eyes, his face blank with confusion, then instantly replaced by shock.

“Wait! I—”

Before he could finish, a sword qi howled past and struck his chest.

Shi Yuan screamed, spewing a torrent of blood, feeling his once-vibrant essence and qi rapidly drain away—his flesh and soul lost their vitality, his dantian shattered, his entire cultivation stripped clean.

“I heard you’re Shi Yi’s great-grandfather? Don’t worry—I won’t kill your bloodline lightly.”

“You! You!!”

Shi Yuan was filled with terror and hatred.

He was ancient, over a hundred years old; without his cultivation, he’d soon wither and die from depleted essence and blood. How could such a proud man accept this? Overcome with rage and despair, he fainted dead away.

The onlookers, seeing this, felt ice in their limbs.

The two most powerful elders had been eliminated in the blink of an eye—something they could never have imagined.

Some elders looked at Wu Xian with dazed eyes, as if seeing the old Fifteenth—the grandfather of Shi Hao, the “Great Demon God”—and their fear grew stronger.

“Among these people, who belongs to Shi Yi’s line? Who took part in that battle years ago?”

Ignoring the stares around him, Wu Xian turned to Shi Ziling beside him, seeing his hesitation, his eyes glinting with cold light.

“If you won’t speak, I won’t mind killing everyone.”

At these words, half the crowd turned pale instantly; several couldn’t hold back, their bodies flickering as they fled in different directions.

ZOOM!

A flash of golden light vanished—before everyone’s eyes, those fleeing figures kept running forward, then dissolved into smoke and evaporated, a grotesque, horrifying sight.

“Anyone else?”

Wu Xian watched their ghost-stricken faces, smiling: “Those who report can live, you know!”

“You monster!”

An elder trembled out of the crowd, pointing at Wu Xian and roaring: “Don’t push too far! Do you really think the Wu Wang Mansion…”

The familiar golden light flashed again; Wu Xian retracted his fist and scanned the crowd: “Last chance. I’ll count to five. If no one confesses, I’ll pick names at random and kill a few. Don’t blame me if I get the wrong person!”

“I! I’ll speak!”

A Shi Clan member screamed, pointing at a middle-aged man nearby: “Him! He took part in the attack on Uncle Eleven—I remember clearly!”

“You bastard!”

The middle-aged man panicked, about to speak—when golden light flashed in his eyes, and he vanished instantly.

“Good. Continue.”

Wu Xian grinned: “Let me reiterate—I welcome those who turn state’s evidence. Even those who fought back then can report others. I might spare your life.”

Before anyone could answer, Wu Xian began counting aloud.

“One!”

Hearing the death countdown, the Shi Clan panicked—especially those who had fought in that battle—suddenly beginning to denounce each other.

“I report! Uncle Three took part too!”

“Shi Feng! How dare you? You were there too!”

“I was young then—I was manipulated by you!”

“Pah! Shameless! Don’t think I don’t know—you lusted after Ziling’s wife!”

“Stop lying! Good nephew, kill him quickly!”

“Two!”

“Puff! Old Fourteen, you’re…”

“Big Brother Eight, you’re old, you’ve got few years left. Give me your chance to live. Don’t worry—I’ll take care of your wife and Yue.”

“Three!”

“We can’t just wait to die! This brat’s a demon child—do you believe his words? Better to gamble everything now—there might still be a chance!”

“Well said! You go first!”

“Four! Time’s almost up!”

“…”

As the number neared five, the inner courtyard of the Wu Wang Mansion descended into chaos; the crowd shouted and argued until their faces flushed red, all dignity of noble lineage vanished.

Especially those of Shi Yi’s line and those who had fought in the battle years ago—they all wanted to strangle each other on the spot. Finally, amid screams and roars, Wu Xian finished his count.

“Five!”

Wu Xian swung his fist and vaporized the loudest voice, then smiled sweetly: “Good. Tell me your results.”

“Kill!”

The crowd fell silent for an instant—then someone roared, and instantly, talismans filled the sky as dozens more charged forward, activating multiple killing arrays, desperate to fight back.

But it was useless. Wu Xian didn’t even lift a hand; behind him, a phoenix silhouette appeared, flapped its wings—and flames erupted on every attacker, reducing them to ash in an instant.

“That’s it? Done?”

Wu Xian scanned the crowd again, seeing no more reports, his expression disappointed.

“Sigh. This is so boring. If I were you, I’d report everyone. Then I might hesitate—maybe spare you all.”

Holy shit—I never thought of that… Wait! Why are you so practiced? Who’s the real villain here?

Some who had reported earlier stared at Wu Xian in shock, as if looking at a demon.

“Alright. You, the witnesses who reported—now you may rest in peace.”

Wu Xian raised his right hand, fingers slowly closing.

“Wait! You promised—”

Someone screamed in despair.

“I said I’d consider sparing you. I never said I would.”

Wu Xian grinned wickedly: “Besides—I’m a liar. What can you do about it?”

“Stop!”

At that moment, a commanding voice rang from the sky—like it came from beyond the heavens, shaking souls with its weight.

“The Wu Wang has returned!!”

Someone looked toward the distant horizon, where a radiant figure descended from the sky, approaching the Wu Wang Mansion.

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