I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

He stood up once again.

"Despicable villain! Unethical! Is this the strength a Breaking Army Realm cultivator can display? What happened to the promise of a fair fight with suppressed cultivation levels? Why hasn't the Heavenly Dao's backlash arrived yet?"

Huang Quanjiu maintained a calm expression and composed smile, his frankness frightening: "Aqi, you've broken your sword. I'll take you for a walk on the way back."

He brandished the broken sword in his hand.

"Don't think that I'll forgive you just because of this..."

Gu Qici nodded and muttered to herself.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Liang Feifan was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood: "Despicable villain! What are you without the Heavenly Demon Sect? You're just enjoying a lot of resources because you started cultivating a few years earlier. What's there to be proud of?"

Huang Quan asked with a puzzled look, "Without elders paving the way, what are you? A protective jade pendant? The second Heavenly Fire?"

"Bullshit! I earned all of this through my own hard work!"

Huang Quan ignored Liang Feifan's barking.

He shifted his gaze to Jiang Wanyu.

"Patriarch Jiang, Miss Jiang, please give me an explanation for what happened today. My Huangquan Sect can afford to lose face, but the Heavenly Demon Sect cannot."

He shifted his gaze, his eyes sharpening, and smiled again.

"I won't make things difficult for you. Let this Liang Feifan kneel down and apologize to me, and we'll let this matter drop. I'll compensate for the things that were broken today. As for the letter of divorce from earlier, just take it as a joke. By the way, I still have a Nirvana Fruit on hand. It was prepared by the Heavenly Demon Sect for me to break through to Nirvana, but I don't need it. Even if I can't cure Miss Jiang, breaking the loss of life force will be a piece of cake."

Jiang Wuque felt like a pie had fallen from the sky. He had prepared for the worst, even risking his life, but it turned out to be so simple.

"Liang Feifan! Why aren't you kneeling down and apologizing to our distinguished guest? You child are really making a fool of yourself. You should quickly thank your nephew Huang Quan. A great man will not hold a grudge against a child like you!"

"It's really not making things difficult for them," Jiang Wuque thought to himself with a smug smile.

It's not difficult at all, not difficult at all.

What a kind person!

Chapter Thirteen: The Sword Remains for Three Days to Persuade the Dead Souls

"Dream on! Kneel before such a despicable person? I, Liang Feifan, would rather die than submit!"

His body suddenly trembled violently, and he slowly raised his head. His once handsome face was now distorted into something terrifying.

Huang Quan's condescending and condescending gesture trampled on his last remaining dignity.

His teeth were chattering, his fists were clenched, and his eyes burned with an indomitable spirit that would fight to the death.

Jiang Wuque was moved for a moment, and his heart was in great turmoil.

He stepped forward as if possessed, a fawning smile on his face.

It was somewhat difficult for him to make such an expression on his scarred face: "Nephew, Liang Feifan is young and impetuous, and may not have suffered such grievances before. How about I kneel down and apologize on his behalf?"

Liang Feifan breathed a sigh of relief and accepted Jiang Wuque's suggestion with a clear conscience. At the same time, he made up his mind that he would make up for his 'father-in-law' who had helped him out of a predicament a thousand times over after he became successful.

This is not a retreat, it is a march toward the future!

“One must take responsibility for one’s own actions. If you do something wrong, you must bear the corresponding responsibility. Patriarch Jiang, it’s not that I’m making things difficult for you, but in what capacity do you intend to apologize on his behalf? Or do you think Liang Feifan is your father all over the world? Today, you will have to kneel, whether you like it or not.”

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his face, making Jiang Wuque more sober.

Yes, in what capacity should I apologize on behalf of Liang Feifan?

I don't know why I acted impulsively and stood in front of Liang Feifan. I still feel lingering fear when I think about it now.

Even in this situation, he didn't understand where he got the courage to speak: "Uh... but..."

However, before Jiang Wuque could finish speaking, a sharp pressure emanated from Huang Quan, following the natural order of heaven and earth, and was applied entirely to Liang Feifan.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Liang Feifan's body was twisted beyond recognition, with countless broken bones, and a series of bloody hissing sounds emanating from his throat.

With a hoarse voice, his swollen and cracked throat could only produce unconscious gasps.

His eyes, however, remained clear and unyielding, as if to say, "You wish to make me kneel! You're dreaming!"

After pondering for a moment, Huang Quan spoke with a hint of helplessness: "Patriarch Jiang, I really don't want to make things difficult for you, but the Heavenly Demon Sect can't afford to lose face like this. When I'm out in public, I represent the Heavenly Demon Sect. If some clown offends the Heavenly Demon Sect and refuses to kneel down, if I don't handle this well, it could easily become a laughing stock in the Southern Region."

"Yes, yes, I understand, I understand." Jiang Wuque could only smile and agree. Putting aside the fact that the other party's family was wealthy and powerful, their reasoning was sound.

A cold glint flashed in Huang Quan's eyes as he drew his sword again: "It's good that you understand."

The longsword, gleaming with black light and carrying a sharp and murderous aura, flew out of his hand and slashed fiercely at Liang Feifan.

Jiang Wuque understood. He silently mourned for Liang Feifan in his heart, but was also somewhat relieved. After all, it was difficult for him to truly empathize with Liang Feifan unless the sword struck him. The fact that the farce ended in this way was the best of bad news.

The sword flew toward Liang Feifan's head, severing a strand of hair and leaving a bloody mark on his face, before continuing to fly backward.

Is it crooked?

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the sword, puzzled.

Given his strength at the sixth level of the Yellow Springs Realm, coupled with Liang Feifan's near-crippled state, there was absolutely no way he could dodge it.

Why...

When the black mist dissipated, their questions were quickly answered.

The elders of the three realms and Jiang Wuque were astonished to find that the sword was fixed precisely on the plaque at the main entrance of the Jiang family.

At the center of the two characters 'Jiang Mansion', a crack was slashed open, splitting it in two.

The back of the sword hilt was still humming and vibrating.

"The Yellow Springs may kill a person, but not their door; the sword remains for three days to persuade the departed souls..."

Jiang Wuque was utterly dejected, looking like an old man in his twilight years.

Her eyes were glazed over, and hot tears streamed down her face silently.

"This is an attempt to wipe our Jiang family out of Honglian City! The Yellow Spring Sword will be displayed for three days as a demonstration. During this time, apart from attracting the owner of the flying sword and the leaders and high-ranking members of the faction, everyone else can come and go as they please. But after three days, anyone who dares to stay in the Jiang family will be reduced to dust and bones, becoming a dead soul under the sword."

Liang Feifan was consumed by rage, and a terrifying, abyss-like surge of spiritual energy erupted from his body. In a hoarse, decaying voice, he roared, "One man's actions are his own responsibility! Don't blame your family! Come at me if you have a problem!!!"

This terrifying spiritual pressure appeared for only a moment, yet everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.

[He's burning his life force. Rationally speaking, his current combat power is around the seventh level of Nirvana. Your sixth level of Creation Realm strength is most likely no match for him. How did you manage to squander such a good hand? It's a huge taboo to harm the family of the 'Child of Destiny'! We were so close to succeeding!]

With a smile, Huang Quan softly promised, "Patriarch Jiang, I won't make things difficult for you. As long as you make Liang Feifan kneel, I will take back my sword, and my previous promise will still stand. What bad intentions could I possibly have? I just want to give the Heavenly Demon Sect an explanation."

Liang Feifan, filled with boundless hatred, said, "You despicable scoundrel, don't even think about it!"

"Goodbye, Patriarch Jiang."

Huang Quan's voice was low, yet it resounded like thunder in Jiang Wuque's heart.

"Ah Qi, are there any good places to hunt for treasure around here? Come on, I'll show you around. We'll come back to visit in three days."

The time to test human nature has come...

Unfortunately, too much of human nature cannot withstand the test.

"Liang Feifan, kneel down!"

These words were spoken with such force that they seemed capable of creating a crater if dropped on the ground, and they conveyed all his strength.

"Liang Feifan, kneel down."

"Liang Feifan, kneel down!"

"Liang Feifan, kneel down..."

All the elders began to echo their sentiments.

Before, they could remain indifferent to matters that didn't concern them, but now that their lives are at stake, they can no longer sit idly by.

Liang Feifan looked incredulous. Were these people really his old acquaintances?

Don't these people have any backbone? They're willing to turn against him just because of a single sentence from the other party? And direct their anger at him who is clearly working hard for the Jiang family?

"Is this how your Jiang family treats me?"

"It's clearly you who want to destroy our Jiang family!"

Liang Feifan turned his gaze to Jiang Wanyu, who had been silent for a long time, as if seeking help.

Her eyes darted away: "Kneel down."

That was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

He grinned, revealing a desolate, cold smile.

He rolled over and got up.

"When a wolf is about to die, its howl is mournful."

The second type of heavenly fire emerged, and the terrifying energy emitted from its collision with the Heavenly Wolf caused the space to begin to distort. Liang Feifan endured the backlash from the two heavenly fires, and finally let out a muffled groan, spitting out a mouthful of blood that fell into the flames, where he was instantly burned to nothingness.

The fire surged out in ripples, and once it erupted, all living things in the surrounding area would suffer a devastating blow.

"Wolf's Fury Howls!"

Despite the onslaught, Huang Quan remained calm and unleashed his most powerful spiritual technique: "Safely save me!"

Chapter Fourteen: Three years is too long, I will seize every minute.

[I'll f*** you, can't you type it yourself?]

"Fight by myself? The template you gave me is not strong enough. If I fight you, you fight me. He is at the fourth level and he uses his power to fight me at the sixth level. I won't die from this move, but I will be skinned alive. You carry me."

[Tampering with cause and effect comes at too high a price; for someone with freedom of action, this already represents the highest level and, excluding the 'Chosen One,' the strongest template.]

"You better stop me now and show me some class. I guarantee I'll kill a 'Chosen One' today. If I run away like this, all my efforts today will have been for nothing."

[Wasn't all your effort today wasted? He was mocked and forced to kneel by you, and now his luck has inexplicably skyrocketed, even offsetting the previous setbacks and returning him to his initial state. He's unkillable; you've already missed your best opportunity.]

An Ran said no, but her body language betrayed her.

She cast a blurry, indistinct shadow, then with a gentle push of her index finger, she swatted the wolf-head flame away as if swatting an insect.