Swallowing the Stars: Only in my later years did I come to the life-spending panel.

A Thousand Mountains Blood Blade detached from the crimson greatsword beneath his feet and, under his planetary-level mental power, instantly broke the sound barrier, weaving through the crowd of Wang family warriors.

boom!

boom!

boom!

A series of sonic booms rang out, and all the heads of the Wang family warriors, except for Wang Zhong, disappeared, their skulls shattered by Qian Shanxue's immense kinetic energy!

[Slayed an 6th-tier apprentice-level martial artist, plundering 35 years of remaining lifespan]

【...】

[Slayed an 6th-tier apprentice-level martial artist, plundering 37 years of remaining lifespan]

【...】

[Slayed an 7th-tier apprentice-level martial artist, plundering 45 years of remaining lifespan]

Several messages popped up on the panel.

At this moment, Wang Zhong, the only survivor, also had his limbs severed in an instant, and was letting out a piercing scream.

"I know it was that old bastard Wang Jie who orchestrated this. Tell me your Wang family's plans, and I can let you die without pain. Otherwise, I'll make you die in the [River of Blood]!"

Still wailing, Wang Zhong heard the "River of Blood," and his eyes dimmed, losing all their luster: "Kill me! The clan leader won't let you off either! Every member of your Zhou family will die! I'll be waiting for you in hell!"

"Then I'll grant your wish!"

Zhou Mu snorted coldly, and the crimson greatsword beneath his feet flew out, disintegrating in mid-air. Twelve thick blades spun rapidly, forming a terrifying vortex that enveloped Wang Zhong.

Before being sucked into the crimson vortex, Wang Zhong watched as Zhou Mu, without any external force, hovered in mid-air, letting out a desperate howl like a defeated dog:

"No! You actually..."

As Wang Zhong's figure was sucked into the vortex, his voice abruptly stopped, leaving only the sound of blades slicing through the air.

[Slayed an 8th-tier apprentice-level martial artist, plundering 65 years of remaining lifespan]

[Current plunder lifespan: 1070 years]

Zhou Mu descended from the sky, looking at Zhou Pojun and his group who were rushing from the safe house. A gratified smile appeared on his face as he controlled a white crystal that emitted the fragrance of rice to fly towards the eldest son.

"Po Jun, you did a good job! You can use this Wood Seed Crystal now!"

"Dad, you should use them all! The more you use, the greater your chances of breaking through!" Zhou Pojun declined.

"Use it as I say! After you finish eating, go into seclusion and break through to the planetary level before coming out! I'll handle the family matters. When Wanqing comes over later, have her stay with you for now. I'm leaving first!" Zhou Mu's attitude was firm. He placed the wooden crystal in Zhou Pojun's hand and transformed into a streak of light, speeding towards the Jiangnan Base City.

"Boss, didn't the patriarch fly up without using a telekinetic weapon just now?!"

......

Jiangnan Base City, Zhou Family Manor.

A massive six-wheeled heavy truck slammed violently into the gate of the Zhou family manor. The gate, constructed entirely of six-element metal and capable of withstanding attacks from high-level warriors, bent and deformed under the immense impact of hundreds of tons, spinning as it crashed to the ground with a deafening roar.

Several teams of warriors dressed in pure black combat uniforms jumped off the truck, the leader carrying a dark red, blood-shadow-like longsword on his back.

"Teams A and B, head to the annex of the manor and find the target item. Leave no survivors except for members of the Zhou family!"

"Team C, Team D, come with me to the main building and catch Zhou's second son."

After saying that, the leader looked at the burly man still sitting in the passenger seat of the truck, smoking a cigar, and said, "Lord Gracie, if we run into that old guy Zhou Mu, we'll need your help."

"Rest assured, having received payment from your clan leader Wang Jie, I will naturally fulfill my obligations. I, 'Wildhound' Gracie, have always been of impeccable integrity."

"It just so happens that I also want to carefully consider the weight of 'Gun Master' Zhou Mu, and whether this prestigious title is truly well-deserved!"

Gracie exhaled a smoke ring and waved to the martial arts leader.

Just as the heavy truck crashed into the manor gate, the alarm inside the manor went off with a deafening roar!

In a suite on the third floor of the manor, Zhou Mu's second son, Zhou Hai, was reading the family's recent report with a furrowed brow.

"Second Master, enemy attack! Please proceed to the safe house for shelter!"

A security guard knocked on the door and quickly led Zhou Hai towards the underground safe house, where Mo Yan, the leader of the Zhou family's guards, was already waiting.

"Uncle Mo, what happened? How could an enemy dare to attack our manor so openly?!"

"I estimate it's probably the Wang family. They guessed that Brother Mu was already on his deathbed and didn't have the patience to wait for him to pass away. So they devised a plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain, arranged for a team to surround your eldest brother so that Brother Mu would go to his rescue, and then sent a team of martial artists to capture us, making Brother Mu hesitate to act."

Mo Yan shared his speculations, then looked at Zhou Hai and said, "Xiao Hai, you should go into the safe house first! Most of the family members have already gone into the underground shelter. I've already contacted the martial arts school and the security bureau; they'll be here soon. I'll take some men to deal with these intruders!"

After saying that, Mo Yan pushed Zhou Hai into the safe house, which was made entirely of 9-series alloy and equipped with a life support system that could support a person's survival for a month.

Mo Yan picked up a black and gold "Zhenyue" spear with a thick shaft and a short, broad spearhead, and led a team of Zhou family security warriors toward the location of the intruders.

The elegant courtyard of the Zhou family manor had now been turned into a hellish scene of corpses. The black-clad warriors were like ruthless and efficient machines. With a flash of their blades, servants, gardeners, and even young apprentices who had no time to dodge fell one after another. Blood flowed freely on the bluestone slabs, soaking the carefully trimmed flowerbeds.

The captain of the black-clad warriors stood amidst this bloody scene, his black combat uniform spotless.

The heavy special steel door of the main house burst open with a roar, and Mo Yan's figure shot out amidst the gale and his anger!

His gaze swept over the devastation in the courtyard, finally settling on the captain. No words were needed; as a long-time adversary, he recognized the man before him at a glance as the Wang family's sharpest weapon against outsiders, Blade Tiger Wang Jin!

"Wang Jin, die!!"

The Zhenyue spear, accompanied by the sound of wind being torn apart, pierced straight into Wang Jin's face.

Wang Jin unsheathed his Blood Shadow Blade without flinching, instead slashing diagonally with the most ferocious force to meet the spearhead head-on!

clang--!

A deafening roar echoed among the corpses; the collision of forces at the initial level of a war god generated a shockwave that shattered the pool of blood into a blood mist!

The stone bricks beneath Mo Yan's feet shattered, and the gun barrel in his hand trembled. Wang Jin was also pushed back a step by the recoil, but the blade pressed down in the same direction. The S-grade metal and the special structure generated high temperature in the friction of the great force, and the dark red blade light trailed the heat wave as it slashed down again!

Mo Yan's spear suddenly contracted, each block as heavy as thunder, channeling the violent slashes and scorching heat into the earth. The two collided and shifted at high speed among the corpses and ruins, each step shattering rubble and splattering blood.

Just as Mo Yan and Wang Jin were locked in fierce combat, a deep red streak of light shot out from outside the wilderness and stopped above the manor.

"You all deserve to die!!!"

The visitor was Zhou Mu, who had rushed back from the wilderness. His tone was chilling, as if a cold wind blew from hell.

"Bloodstained Lands—A Whirlpool of Blood!"

The blood-red heavy sword beneath Zhou Mu's feet disintegrated into a terrifying, rapidly spinning crimson vortex, engulfing numerous black-clad warriors who were committing murder, turning them into a rain of blood that fell upon the manor.

"Zhou Mu! Lord Gracie, it's your turn!"

Seeing his team annihilated by Zhou Mu in a single blow, Wang Jin's eyes widened in fury. He abandoned Mo Yan, who was locked in combat with him, and after a brief moment of gathering his strength, he suddenly leaped up, unleashing his war god-level power! He slashed his Blood Shadow Battle Blade at Zhou Mu in mid-air!

"Overestimating yourself!"

Zhou Mu looked down at Wang Jin, who was swinging his sword towards the sky, as if he were an ant trying to stop a chariot with its bare arms. He took a black spear from his back, the tip of which was pulsating with power.

puff!

The spear easily pierced through Wang Jin's body, causing him to return to the ground at an even faster speed, smashing a two-meter-deep pit into the hard bluestone ground of the manor, pinning him to death in the pit!

"Gracie the Desert Rabies Dog?"