Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

Upon hearing the patriarch's order, the elders were divided. Some wanted to stop there and no longer get involved in the struggle for rare skills in the martial world, and wait and see; others suggested that they should be patient for the time being and that capturing Duanmu Ying as soon as possible was the most important thing.

However, just as they were arguing, a servant rushed to the scene with bad news.

"Patriarch...Patriarch...Elders..."

"Oh no!"

"The Quanxing... have come knocking on our door."

The servant, panting heavily, said in an extremely urgent manner:

"Many of our guards have fallen victim to their cruelty!"

"what?"

Everyone was furious, but before this wave subsided, another one arose.

"Go and have a look."

The Wang family patriarch had no way out. Quanxing came to humiliate him. If he could tolerate this, wouldn't he become a laughing stock in the eyes of the world?

A moment later, he led his confidants and clan elders back to the front courtyard.

The tension was palpable. The Quanxing sect only had a few dozen members. Gu Qi'an sat calmly in a pearwood chair, with a guard whose fate was unknown beneath his feet. He surveyed the entire scene with disdain and raised his voice in a mocking tone:

"I heard that Feng Tianyang is in your home?"

"Bring it here quickly, lest you make a mistake."

That arrogant demeanor, coupled with that chilling intimidation, silenced the younger generation present, who dared not refute it.

As the son of the family head, Wang Ai had never seen such an arrogant Quanxing group before, daring to come to his door. His legs trembled, and he hid behind his uncles, feeling extremely apprehensive.

An elderly, frail elder, so angry that his blood pressure soared, responded sternly:

"Thieves, you've broken into my royal household and killed my guards! Do you know what you're doing?!"

"Alright, old man, what's wrong with me picking on the weak?"

Gu Qi'an clapped his hands and laughed heartily, getting straight to the point:

"I'm not going to waste any more words with you. Hand over Feng Tianyang, or I will wipe out your entire Wang family today if I fail to obtain the Soul-Binding Commander! I mean what I say!"

"Young man, that's too much."

"My Wang family's thousand-year heritage is not a place for lowly vermin like you to run rampant!"

Wang Ai's father stepped out from the restless crowd, his cold eyes revealing pure killing intent as he stared at the leader of the Quanxing Sect, refusing to compromise.

"Boss Wang..."

Gu Qi'an's tone deepened, his smile widening, and he said with absolute certainty, "Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?"

"You have a family to support, yet you speak so arrogantly. Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?"

"My Wang family has nothing to offer you. Get out of here immediately."

The clan elder, holding a pipe, looked unfriendly. He sized up the group of demons and found the two evil cultivators beside the young man troublesome. If a real fight broke out, the Wang family would be dragged into an abyss of no return.

Whether it is or not, it's not up to you to decide.

Gu Qi'an gently raised his hand, and the elite Quanxing soldiers behind him dragged over a royal prisoner who had been tortured to the point of near death.

"Mr. Wang, seniors, I have limited patience and I don't want to ask you a second time."

"Pfft!"

In front of all the Wang family members, the evil cultivator beside Gu Qi'an, who was eight feet tall, burly and violent, squeezed out a strange and sinister smile on his fierce face.

He pressed down on the prisoner's head with one hand, pulled out the spine along with it with a little force, and casually threw it at the feet of the Wang family patriarch.

"what!!!"

The women and children of the Wang family who witnessed this scene were terrified and hurriedly retreated.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and a terrifying atmosphere continued to spread. The Wang family patriarch and several elders with unfathomable cultivation levels swept across the scene with their anger like a storm.

The clansmen were brutally murdered by Quanxing. The four almost went berserk. More guards and thugs around them were all holding foreign guns, aiming at Gu Qi'an, ready to pull the trigger at any time.

"Master, shall we make our move? Let us have a good, satisfying slaughter!"

The ragged old man let out a sinister laugh, seemingly seeking opinions but actually putting pressure on the Wang family.

"You reckless brute, don't you dare frighten Mr. Wang's family."

Gu Qi'an feigned a rebuke, as he weighed whether or not to slaughter the entire Wang family.

At this point, most of the prominent and righteous sects in the country have formed an alliance. If he were to directly slaughter the Wang family, he was unsure whether the Sanyi Sect would get involved.

As long as the Sanyi Sect remains neutral, Gu Qi'an has the courage to withstand the siege from all factions.

Instantly.

His hesitation ended, he made his decision, slowly rose, dismissed his followers to keep their distance, and smiled at the head of the Wang family:

"That's fine."

"I am in a good mood today, and I would like to ask for your guidance, seniors."

"If you can harm me even slightly, I will leave with my disciples; if you cannot, and are unwilling to hand over the Soul-Binding General, then don't blame me for slaughtering your entire royal family."

Upon hearing this, the elders, consumed by rage, could not tolerate it and immediately agreed.

"You heartless and insane brat, you don't know your place. I'll send you back home right now."

The second, fourth, and fifth clan elders exuded a fierce killing intent. The Wang family was able to stand firm in the chaotic world, but it was these old fellows who led the charge and earned their reputation.

They stepped into the courtyard and confronted Gu Qi'an. Before they even got close, it felt like a blade was at their throats, giving them the illusion that they had one foot in the underworld. Without a doubt, the Quanxing Sect leader in front of them was extremely oppressive and had profound cultivation.

"Pong!"

Surrounded by three old men, Gu Qi'an remained calm and composed. He circulated his Qi through his meridians, and suddenly, Crimson Martial True Qi swirled around his body. He said softly:

"Come on? Let's touch."

"Humph!"

The second elder bit his fingertip until it bled, then with a fluid motion, he unfurled a somber scroll hanging from his waist.

He used blood to paint, refining true qi. With his withered fingers, he skillfully sketched a lifelike, ferocious tiger that roared and exuded a strong aura of malevolence.

Wang Family Divine Paint.

Besides the means of real-time communication on the two sheets of paper, it also encompasses several techniques of killing, such as the legendary magic brush of Ma Liang, which can draw whatever one thinks.

"Roar!!!"

The mountain lord pounced, its massive size and speed leaving only a blur, attempting to tear apart Gu Qi'an's upper body.

At the same time, the other two clan elders also depicted their respective weapons: sharp swords, spears, axes, and halberds, ready to charge forward.

"boom!"

A terrifying scene unfolded in the arena. The young man in black, with his domineering fist that resembled thunder, shattered the head of the ink-stained ferocious tiger, instantly exploding it into splattered ink.

Various cold weapons came whistling in from tricky angles, carrying a chilling sharpness, and quickly attacked vital points.

"clang!!"

A crisp clanging sound rang out, much like the vibrating of metal. The fourth and fifth clan elders felt their hands and feet go numb, utterly unable to believe that their weapons, which they had activated with all their might, could not even break through the opponent's protective qi.

"Senior, your sword is worn out; how can you possibly contend with me?"

Gu Qi'an laughed arrogantly, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

Although he didn't slaughter the entire Wang family, he would still make an example of them to intimidate the rest of the Wang family. The few old men in front of him were undoubtedly the best sacrifices.

"Boom!!"

The crowd was horrified to see Gu Qi'an holding an axe with his bare hands, completely unharmed.

Amidst unrestrained laughter, he easily shattered it. Then, he forcibly seized a cleaver and, through several attacks, shattered the ink-stained weapons painstakingly crafted by the two clan elders.

"Gentlemen, will we be together in the underworld?"

"I'll see you off."

Chapter 212 Stealing the Extraordinary Skill

Even with the three of them working together, they could not suppress the demon. Their exhaustion became increasingly apparent. They continued to paint, changing their works in various ways, but all of them were defeated by Gu Qi'an's ferocious power.

The true qi, resembling blood flames, condensed into a sword, which the young man held in his hand, sweeping across everything in its path, destroying nothing in its path.

instantly.

The atmosphere shifted dramatically, and the aura of death enveloped the elderly men. They struggled to stay afloat, their faces growing paler with each passing moment. They hesitated several times before using the so-called 'Spirit Binding and Commanding Generals,' fearing that these demons would recognize them, and thus dared not use it.

The Wang family patriarch, standing outside the arena, felt his heart bleed. The prestige of his thousand-year-old family had vanished in an instant. He could only watch helplessly as a mere demon humiliated him in front of his own door. His internal organs ached with burning rage.

The other direct descendants and younger generation of the Wang family looked anxious and worried. At this critical moment for the family's survival, they were protected by several elderly people in their eighties and nineties.

Gu Qi'an was still in his prime. He was heroic and imposing, and his aura overwhelmed the entire scene. He fought against three opponents with ease, showing the power of a martial arts grandmaster. With a single sword strike, a crimson light flowed, slicing diagonally through the west corridor and side rooms of the courtyard, causing an explosion that turned them into ruins.

The Fifth Elder was on his last legs, his speed gradually slowing down. He was accidentally grazed by the sword energy, his right arm was shredded into minced meat, and he trembled all over in pain, his lips quivering, and he could barely stand.

"You wretched creature, prepare to die!"

The four elders roared and decisively unleashed their extraordinary skills.

His withered body emitted wispy black mist, which transformed into countless chains that shot out, attempting to snatch away Gu Qi'an's soul and forcibly refine it.

"Ho?"

The young man's afterimage was like the wind, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He spread his five fingers on his left hand, using a special Japanese secret technique.

"Pong!"

The blood-black, unclean fire erupted in an instant, like a venomous snake opening its blood-red maw to bite at the four clan elders.

"what!!!"

The old man tried to resist with his Qi, but it was instantly corroded and destroyed, penetrating his shoulder. Large swathes of flesh and bone disappeared at a visible speed. As if stimulated by the fuel, the impure fire expanded and raged, engulfing the entire aged body.

The piercing screams tore at the hearts of every member of the tribe. The once highly respected elders were now kneeling on the ground, struggling desperately, a sight that made everyone's eyes widen in horror.

"Pfft!"

At the same moment, the seriously injured elder of the five clans could no longer fight. Gu Qi'an instantly approached, wielding his sword and sweeping past. A severed head suddenly flew up and rolled to the ground, its turbid pupils still filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"Woooo!!"

"Fourth Master! Fifth Master!!"

The Wang family members' heads were buzzing, and they wailed in despair.

Gu Qi'an ignored him and engaged in close combat with the two elders once again.

"clang!"

The old man grabbed the ancient mace from the canvas, and with resentment in his eyes, he unleashed the power he had gathered in his right arm, forcefully blocking the oncoming Qi sword.

An indescribable force, as heavy as ten thousand pounds, traveled along the mace, instantly crushing the old man's body. He knelt on one knee, his whole body tense, and the blue bricks beneath his feet shattered with a crash.

"You old scoundrel, I bet you're just another one who sells his head at a bargain price!"

Gu Qi'an subdued the two elders with force, exceeding their limits. Their aging meridians collapsed inch by inch. He then cleaved them with his sword, shattering the ink mace. The cold light sliced ​​through their chests, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The old man died on the spot.

He was beheaded in less than a few breaths. Gu Qi'an held up the head, which was still wide open in death, and smiled faintly at the head of the Wang family.

"Do you want to continue?"

"Boss Wang, you are a man of principle...a wise man indeed."

He showed no signs of catching his breath; the brutal killing of three grandmaster-level old ghosts was merely a warm-up.

"......"

The head of the Wang family felt that his face was being trampled on by this devil. His heart rate was soaring, and he used his rare composure to suppress his impulse.

The lives of the Wang family members present rested entirely on his decision.

Dead or Alive?

In the end, the head of the Wang family chose to yield. His face was contorted with bulging veins, and his voice was hoarse as he said: