Chapter 350: The Shen family has no weaklings—when they get fierce, even the ancestors tremble

He stood in the dim tomb chamber, his dark‑gold eyes icy as they fixed on the Three Pure Mystic Maiden, his face smeared with blood.

That was the mark left on him by the He‑clansman who had just self‑destructed.

If the other side hadn't suddenly self‑destructed, he wouldn't have been blown out.

He was obviously also gravely wounded, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet his eyes still brimmed with killing intent, like a hellish reaper come for souls.

"Who are you!" the Three Pure Mystic Maiden exclaimed, she had truly believed it was Shen Qingli who had killed them.

In the Huaxu cemetery, how could there be anyone besides them! I've never heard of any human‑shaped spirit inside a tomb—what is this?

The Three Pure Mystic Maiden's face changed; she had already retreated to Si Lingling's side.

Si Lingling immediately led her clanspeople to avoid her, "Don't get near us!"

What an ill‑omened thing—it turns out the hidden assailant had been aiming to kill the He clan all along; the earlier Xia and Yi clan youths were merely collateral damage.

Actually, it really wasn't!

Shen Qinghuang's goal was to kill everyone!

The only difference was that, having slaughtered his way here, he could tell the grudge between the He clan and Shen Qingli ran deepest.

And he, alone, found it increasingly hard to succeed after the elite of the Heavenly God Clan grew more vigilant.

This time, too, he succeeded by using the treasures in the Huaxu cemetery to set another ambush.

He had thought he could wipe out every member of the He clan, but it turned out to be a miscalculation—one still remained.

Thinking of this…

"Pfft."

Shen Qinghuang spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was clearly at the end of his tether.

From the moment he personally witnessed Shen Qingli being slain by the Heavenly Lord Yizhi, he had harbored a fierce resolve, slaughtering nonstop to this point, having long exhausted all his strength and means.

Seeing this, the Three Pure Mystic Maiden at once shouted, "Si Lingling, join forces and kill him! He's about to collapse!"

"Go ahead and try." Shen Qinghuang hoarsely spoke, his voice icy, like the fiends of Shen Qingli's hellish path.

"Just who are you?" Si Lingling asked, "Do you only bear a grudge against the He clan? When did you enter—are you a spirit of the tomb?"

Si Lingling felt it wasn't so; she sensed no ancient aura from him.

Yet the Huaxu cemetery has always been guarded by the He clan; they might let people in, but they would never let an enemy enter.

So just what kind of person is he?

The Three Pure Mystic Maiden also wanted to know, so she remained silent and dared not act rashly.

Even though she could see he was spent, she still didn't dare to take the initiative—this whole journey had terrified her into hesitation.

All the same, Shen Qinghuang had no duty to answer them; he merely fixed his gaze on the Three Pure Mystic Maiden and said, "Return that pearl to me, and I'll let you go."

"What nonsense!" the Three Pure Mystic Maiden found it laughable—when had she ever taken the blood pearl? Clearly it was this scoundrel who lured them with the blood pearl, then hid it at the crucial moment.

"My patience is limited; if you don't return it, none of you will leave." Shen Qinghuang warned, though he was still holding on, he knew himself he was about to give out.

Now he must, with his last breath, kill the one before him named He Qiu xuan—his younger sister had the greatest grudge against her in life.

Everyone else may leave, but this woman! She must go to accompany his younger sister in burial.

But he didn't know his little sister was actually alive, and the pearl had been stolen by her.

Moreover, after stealing the pearl she ran off!

Because her perception was keener than the Three Pure Mystic Maiden's and her companions', she sensed a presence beneath the coffin lid and naturally fled—who would stay there to be caught?

However, she hadn't gone far, so she could return to deliver a finishing blow.

Thus, upon hearing the terrifying screams and explosion sounds from over here, she secretly let out a sigh of relief.

"Good thing I ran fast."

Shen Qingli reckoned that with this commotion, if she hadn't fled she would surely have been caught in the blast and seriously injured.

Especially since she would intermittently be locked onto by that strange, deadly qi here—if it happened again at a critical moment she couldn't enter the Origin Spirit Realm; just look, a moment ago she'd have ended up as a pile of minced meat.

The Jiu Li, meanwhile, was a bit excited, "It feels thrilling in there—let's sneak over and take a peek."

"Let's head home first to buy time, then come out when the Yin‑si grass is usable." Shen Qingli resolved to lie low absolutely—no more risks.

"All right." Yu Jia agreed.

One person and four beasts instantly returned to the Origin Spirit Realm.

Almost simultaneously, Shen Qinghuang erupted!

If Shen Qingli hadn't gone back, constantly suppressed by her, the Huaxu bloodline that seals the affection curse would inevitably be triggered again.

"Cry!"

A violent phoenix cry, accompanied by rolling thunder, instantly engulfed the tomb chamber where Shen Qinghuang stood in a sea of lightning and fire.

"Roar!"

A deep, ancient distant roar was detonated one after another.

All the murals inside the tomb chamber seemed to come alive.

"You can summon the tomb chamber's guardian deity!"

Si Lingling's voice changed! Only the tomb's owner or his descendants can wield such power.

Then the identity of this man before us is laid bare……

"You are a Huaxu descendant! Or a direct lineal descendant!"

Si Lingling couldn't believe it! Since the man before her bore no divine ring, if he were truly a direct descendant of the Huaxu clan, it shouldn't be this way.

The He clan are not direct lineal descendants of the Huaxu line; they are born extraordinary, naturally shrouded in a divine ring. It's impossible for a Huaxu descendant to lack one, right?

Yet the opponent possesses the ability, via bloodline power, to summon the tomb's guardian spirit to fight for him.

"Just who are you, exactly!"

Si Lingling really couldn't figure it out.

"Don't ask anymore! He wants to kill us, and you're still asking about this and that."

Three Pure Mystic Maiden truly is convinced; now shouldn't preserving life be the top priority?

However, Si Lingling was very clear-headed: "He wants to kill you, not me."

You—" Three Pure Mystic Maiden wanted to say, "When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact."

Unfortunately, Shen Qinghuang didn't give her a chance; he had already ignited the Huaxu power in his bloodline.

Kill!

Shen Qinghuang gave the order in a single shout.

Kill!

Ancient howls came from all sides of the tomb chamber.

The ancient beings in the murals seemed to have come to life.

They, under Shen Qinghuang's command, tore toward the Three Pure Mystic Maiden.

Offer!

The Three Pure Mystic Maiden decisively sacrificed her natal blood blade.

Boom!

The Blood Fiend and the spirit of the tomb chamber murals violently collided.

The tomb chamber shuddered violently…

Thus, Ji Zhongwen and his three companions who had rushed here all felt it.

Ahead!

The two women of the Ji clan looked warily ahead, able to sense the divine clash emanating from the depths.

Let's go see.

Ji Zhongwen was sharper than them; he could analyze that one side of this clash was He QiuXuan.

He knew He QiuXuan and Shen Qingli had a grudge, and wasn't sure whether the other side might be Shen Qingli.

As for Shen Qingli, she had just emerged from the Primordial Spirit Realm and immediately taken Concealed Breath Grass.

Just then, Shen Qinghuang erupted! Although she had entered the Primordial Spirit Realm, she still felt uneasy.

Now she understands what's happening! That same bloodline-linked aura has appeared again, and the person fighting the Three Pure Mystic Maiden and company might be her 'family'!

Thinking of this, Shen Qingli quickened her pace, wanting to know who the other side really was.