Chinese Superman

Chapter 133 Entering the Capital, Stepping into Powerful Families!

Without warning, a huge hole appeared in the ochre sky, and a gigantic, fleshy hand, completely out of place in the style of a traditional Chinese ink painting, plunged into the hole with a terrifying aura of crushing everything.

"Cui Kaicheng, I'm truly impressed by your jinxed mouth!"

Wang Jialuo, hiding in the ancient pavilion, glared at Cui Kaicheng.

Before the hand even arrived, a pure and overwhelming sense of power froze the souls of the two people in the pavilion, leaving them breathless and in despair!

Fortunately————

As if there were no dead ends, the enormous, pale "little hand" that blotted out the sky remained fixed in the ochre sky, not immediately grasping down.

The two looked at each other, and a glimmer of hope rose from their despair.

That's right!

The owner of the large hands did not know where they were hiding.

The painting "A Panorama of Rivers and Mountains" depicts thousands of mountains and rivers, including Mount Lu and Poyang Lake. Finding just two people in the painting would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Thinking of this, despite being in dire straits, Wang Jialuo calmed down. He covered Cui Kaicheng's mouth tightly with one hand, his eyes wide, signaling him to shut up.

Shut up!

Cui Kaicheng looked completely innocent; even if he had the guts, he wouldn't dare to speak at this critical juncture.

"brush"

Two beams of "heavenly light" swept across the "A Panorama of Rivers and Mountains" painting.

That was Xia Xinghan's gaze, scanning the painting, searching for the figures of Wang and Cui.

The thick rays of sunlight swept across the vast, misty rivers and the rolling mountains, revealing even the smallest details such as fishing villages, riverside pavilions, thatched huts, watermills, and long bridges.

After a thorough inspection, the light of day faded, and it seemed to cease its investigation. The hand that had pierced the sky slowly withdrew.

"Phew—they're finally gone—"

Cui Kaicheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly.

Just as the sky-covering "little hand" was about to withdraw from the world of the painting, it suddenly descended and grabbed at the location of the pavilion by the river!

"Grass!"

Wang Jialuo only had time to let out a short scream.

"Bang—"

The sky-covering "little hand" crashed down with a deafening roar.

There was no resistance, no struggle.

The pavilion shattered, the green waves of the river surged with immense force, and the blue-gold mountains were shattered into pieces. As for Wang and Cui, who were as insignificant as ants, under the absolute power, they were like ants crushed by the fingers of a giant, instantly turning into two insignificant wisps of blood mist, which were then scattered by the palm wind and dissipated into the landscape of the painting.

When its master perished, the "A Panorama of Rivers and Mountains" painting trembled violently, and all its brilliance was instantly extinguished.

Without the blessing of spiritual power and vitality, its mystique vanished at an alarming rate. The scroll itself became gray and ancient, drifting and falling from mid-air, no longer possessing the majesty of a timeless relic.

Xia Xinghan withdrew his hand, reached out and grabbed the scroll that had already "returned to silence." His gaze swept over "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" again. Seeing that it was intact, the mountains and rivers were unharmed, and there was no bloodstain, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Such a beautiful painting shouldn't be ruined by rat droppings.

in fact.

Even though Cui Kaicheng hadn't said a word, Xia Xinghan had spotted the two people huddled in the ancient pavilion at first glance.

Although the "A Panorama of Rivers and Mountains" painting is vast and can indeed contain everything, for his superhuman vision, it is as easy and simple as reading the lines on the palm of his hand.

In the brief cat-and-mouse game, other aristocratic families also reacted.

"Ye Yang! Ye Hong! This little devil has gone berserk; no one can stop him now! Retreat!"

On Ye Family Mountain, an elder, seeing the heavy casualties among the various families and realizing that even the national treasure could not suppress him, knew that the situation was hopeless and shouted sharply.

"I told you, none of you are going to live tonight!"

Xia Xinghan's figure flickered, and he appeared like a ghost above Ye Family Mountain, his gaze fixed on the terrified crowd.

"Stop him!!"

Ye Yang's eyes were bloodshot, and he screamed in a hoarse voice.

"Zheng"

The five swords and the stone drum flew back again, transforming into a barrier that combined sword light and drum waves, standing between Xia Xinghan and the Ye family!

The sword light blocked the heat vision, the drum waves neutralized the gravitational field, and at the same time, the historical weight emanating from the stone drum itself was also frantically restraining Xia Xinghan's super speed.

"Hong'er! Let's go!!"

An elder turned and roared at Ye Hong, his eyes filled with a resolute will to die.

He suddenly bit his tongue, and a mouthful of his life essence mixed with innate spiritual power was sprinkled onto an ancient command flag beside him!

The command flag shone brightly, and a fierce, battlefield-like atmosphere spread out.

He was burning his life essence, activating yet another relic, to buy Ye Hong a final chance to escape!

"Uncle! Clan elder!"

Ye Hong's face was full of resentment, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared intently at Xia Xinghan. Finally, he gritted his teeth and immediately took out an object from his pocket—a piece of ancient jade in the shape of a fish, warm and translucent.

Pisces Jade Pendant

Crush it violently!

"Martial Ancestor! The Ye family will remember this humiliation! One day we will surely—"

The jade pendant shattered, and a bright silver light burst forth, instantly enveloping Ye Hong like a cocoon of light!

The silver cocoon of light flickered violently, causing spatial fluctuations. His figure within it rapidly faded and blurred before finally teleporting away.

His final, harsh words still echoed in the night sky: "—I will repay you a hundredfold!!"

"boom"

The terrifying energy exploded like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing. The five swords were sent flying, the stone drum fell to the ground, and the command flag was torn to shreds. Xia Xinghan broke through the mysterious barrier of the relic and rushed in, reaching out to grab the cocoon of light, only managing to scoop up a few scattered streaks of silver light.

"The mystery of the Pisces Jade Pendant is similar to the Buddhist 'divine speed' ability. Crushing one pendant can teleport a person to the other, which is even more powerful than Master Guo's 'retreat is the best policy'. Unfortunately, the number of times it can be used is limited."

Xia Xinghan withdrew his hand, his expression calm, showing little remorse.

escape?

Where can we escape to?

For him, as long as he is still on Earth, there is no escaping it!

"Walk!"

Seeing Ye Hong escape, Ye Yang, in a desperate move, stopped fighting to the death and, along with the remaining members of the Ye family, used the vast drumbeats emanating from the stone drum as cover, transformed into several streaks of sword light and fled madly in different directions!

"Buzz"

Two beams of scarlet heat, like sword light cleaving through the darkness, swept across the sky and the wilderness in an instant. With a "whoosh," they cut through the night and cleaved all the scattered remnants of the Ye family in half at the waist. In mid-air, severed limbs and broken bodies fell like rain into the mountains and forests.

"My God, she's gone mad, she's really gone mad!"

"Everyone's going to bleed to death tonight!"

"Who knew the Zhongnan Mountain dispute would end like this?"

In other directions, the survivors of each family were already terrified and were frantically trying to escape out of the mountains, wishing they had more legs.

In the blink of an eye, the powerful families that had been besieging Louguantai were either dead or extinct, suffering a complete defeat!

"I told you, nobody's leaving tonight! Everyone come back!"

Xia Xinghan stood in mid-air, his voice like a celestial decree, his body like a black hole, his gravity fully activated, a gravitational field covering a radius of ten miles suddenly formed, "capturing" everyone.

The fleeing remnants of the aristocratic families were horrified to discover that not only could they not move forward, but they were being pulled backward by an irresistible force!

Like being caught in a reverse torrent, no matter how much they channeled their spiritual power and burned their life essence, it was all in vain.

The staggering figures were sent flying backwards, their cries and screams filling the air, creating a chaotic and desperate scene.

"Martial Ancestor, must you be so ruthless as to exterminate them all?!"

"Forgive others when you can."

"We have lost tonight, so Zhongnan Mountain is yours."

"The family has a deep-rooted foundation, and its strength is not limited to what it has tonight."

"Why offend us to the death? If you kill us all, you'll be locked in a life-or-death struggle with the major families, and you'll never have peace again!"

"Are you going to make enemies of the whole world?"

Pleading, threats, compromises, curses—a cacophony of voices mingled in the gravitational field.

His gaze swept over the hordes of defeated soldiers, who had been forcibly pulled back by the gravitational field and whose faces were filled with panic. Xia Xinghan sneered, "What are you? Do you even deserve to represent the world?"

"Ningri?"

"My peaceful days have never been obtained through compromise and forbearance, but through..."

Xia Xinghan's eyes were once again shrouded in a hazy, crimson "mist," within which intense energy surged.

They fought their way out!

Before the words were even finished, two beams of intense gaze swept across the night sky like red ribbons, causing chaos and disturbing the peace of the aristocratic families!

The capital city, in its northern suburbs.

Ye Family Manor.

A detached villa located on the lakeside.

On the coffee table in the living room, there is another jade pendant depicting two fish.

Suddenly, the silver cocoon of light that had been used for teleportation appeared out of thin air, then burst like a bubble, and Ye Hong staggered to the ground.

With a "thud".

He knocked over the gold-rimmed mahogany tea table and the expensive purple clay tea set, which shattered on the floor with a "crash," spilling scalding tea and leaving stains on the expensive Persian carpet.

"Ahhh"

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Ye Hong suddenly sat up, his eyes bloodshot, looking like a madman, and roared hysterically like a wounded beast.

"Xia Xinghan! I want you dead! I want you dead!!"

He was venting his anger, wildly swinging his arms, smashing and throwing things. With each swing, a gust of wind swept through the room, knocking priceless antique ornaments to the ground. Porcelain shards flew, and wood chips scattered everywhere—the entire luxurious living room was instantly a mess, filled with debris and dust.

"A loss is a loss; once a move is made, there's no going back. Such a loss of composure is utterly disgraceful!"

A deep and authoritative voice came from the spiral staircase.

Ye Hong suddenly turned his head and saw his grandfather, Ye Shaolong, the current head of the Ye family, slowly walking down the stairs.

The old man was wearing a silk nightgown with a dark purple brocade robe over it. His hair was neatly combed, and his face appeared peaceful, yet exuded an air of authority.

He didn't exude a particularly powerful aura, but simply by standing there, he made the out-of-control Ye Hong feel an invisible pressure, and his roar involuntarily weakened.

"grandfather!"

Ye Hong gasped for breath, his face contorted with rage, and gritted his teeth as he said, "We've lost, we've lost utterly!"

""

"Fourth Grandfather is dead, and my uncle—he's probably dead too, along with most of the elite troops he brought!"

Even the stone drums of Chencang—

"That's enough!"

Ye Shaolong interrupted him, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority.

"I have a general understanding of the situation. The losses are indeed heavy, but not unbearable."

He walked to the center of the messy living room, stepped over the broken porcelain, glanced at his grandson's disheveled appearance, and placed his large hand on Ye Hong's shoulder.

"The important thing is that you and the [Former Dynasty Imperial Seal] have returned safely. As long as the core foundation is intact, the Ye family has not been fundamentally harmed."

"But Grandpa!"

Ye Hong growled in frustration, "That Xia Xinghan, just what kind of monster is he?"

"The Chencang Stone Drums are national treasures; their sound can change the very fabric of the land! Why—why can't they suppress it?!"

Ye Shaolong walked to the only intact sandalwood armchair and sat down, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, his eyes deep and unfathomable: "The Chencang Stone Drums are indeed incredibly powerful, but we have only grasped part of their mysteries, far from the complete state where all ten drums are in use and the inscriptions resonate. It's unexpected that they couldn't kill him, but it's not entirely impossible."

"As for their strength, it certainly far exceeds our previous estimates."

He paused, looked at Ye Hong, and his tone turned cold and hard: "But precisely because of this, we cannot let him live! This child is an extraterrestrial being, not of our kind, and his growth rate is astonishing. He is decisive and ruthless, and has already forged a deadly enmity with us. If we allow him to grow unchecked, he will surely become a major threat in the future!"

Ye Hong's eyes burned with even more resentment: "Then what should we do? Should we just let him occupy Zhongnan Mountain and live a carefree life?"

"Free and easy?"

Ye Shaolong sneered: "Zhongnan Mountain is nice, but it hasn't recognized him as its master. What's wrong with letting him occupy it temporarily?"

"Alright, the battle to seize the mountain has been lost, there's nothing we can do about it. It's good that you came back alive. We can talk about the rest tomorrow. Get some rest tonight."

"rest?"

"Do you think you'll survive tonight?!"

A faint, eerie voice suddenly rang in the ears of the grandfather and grandson.