Faced with Xue Duanwu's pleas, Li Zhōujūn merely smiled and said nothing, turning his gaze toward Lu Qicang.
Lu Qicang immediately understood what Li Zhōujūn meant and said to Xue Duanwu, "This boy already let your Xue Clan live a little longer. It's just a pity that you were given a chance, yet failed to seize it."
As soon as his voice fell, Lu Qicang struck out with his great palm, sweeping across the ages. Terrifying waves of force surged forth like mountains collapsing and seas overturning, engulfing the entire Xue Clan.
"No!!!"
Beneath the rolling waves of force, Xue Baihua's clothes and hair flew wildly, and his eyes filled with terror. His entire body was crushed into dust on the spot.
After crushing Xue Baihua, the waves of force did not stop. Next came the ashes-of-the-heart Xue Duanwu, the wooden-faced Xue Jingqing, and every member of the Xue Clan, every beast, and every building. Beneath Lu Qicang's palm, they all turned to dust.
The Xue Clan's only Fifth-Rank Origin Emperor had been crippled with a single finger after being Fifty-Fifty with Li Zhōujūn and True Jade Great Emperor. With their backer gone as well, they were nothing more than a swarm of ants that Lu Qicang, a Third-Rank Origin Emperor, could exterminate with a wave of his hand.
At the same time.
The once-prosperous Xue Clan returned to annihilation beneath Lu Qicang's palm. Its buildings, people, and livestock all became dust, as though they had never existed.
When the Xue Clan had been reduced to annihilation, a trace of desolation flashed across Lu Qicang's face.
Even a disciple to whom he had imparted everything could betray him. In this vast Source Realm, whom could he still trust?
As he thought this, Lu Qicang's gaze fell upon Li Zhōujūn.
Seeing