Zhang Family (Seeking Recommendation Votes)

Run!

He had to get away as fast as possible—the faster, the better.

An overwhelming sense of crisis, of terror, shrouded Murong Bo's heart.

A group of Charm Clan Xiantian experts had been lying in ambush on that hillside. There had even been several Xiantian Invincibles among them.

Yet—

With a single palm strike, those people had not even had time to react before they were all swallowed up beneath it.

From the looks of it, they had now fused into the earth, reduced to a heap of mangled scraps.

It had been nothing more than a light, casual palm strike.

So many Xiantian experts had not even been able to react before they were all turned to pulp!

What did that mean? Murong Bo understood it all too well!

And because he understood, he was even more terrified.

That blurry figure was not merely inscrutable in appearance. He was truly terrifying.

He!

He really was a powerhouse.

At the very least, a Half-step King—perhaps even stronger.

Faced with such an existence, he had not the slightest courage to fight.

He did not even dare touch upon the question of whether he could truly escape.

The moment he thought about it, there was only endless despair.

By then, he might not even have the courage to try running.

If he did not think too deeply about it now, he could still summon the courage to flee. Perhaps a miracle would happen!

However!

Chu He shook his head. He gave him no miracle.

He pointed a finger.

A phantom of finger force, enlarged to the thickness of a wooden stick, smashed forward!

Boom!

Murong Bo, who had been flying ahead like a shooting star, exploded in midair. Before he could even let out a scream, not a trace of his corpse remained!

Blood rained through the air!

That bloody scene sent a chill through the other martial artists' hearts.

They did not know the full story. They had no idea Murong Bo had just wanted to lead them into a deathtrap.

In their hearts, Murong Bo was still their companion.

And now, their companion had been slaughtered in such a bloody, brutal fashion.

They were... terrified.

Anger was out of the question!

Murong Bo might have been their companion, but they had only temporarily joined forces. There were no feelings between them.

They were not family!

His death merely gave them the sorrow of a rabbit dying and a fox grieving.

Along with the panic of chickens being killed to warn the monkeys.

Their expressions were intensely vigilant.

As for revenge—

What a joke!

Someone capable of flattening a small hill with one palm and blowing apart Murong Bo, an Innate Ninth Level expert, with one finger—

Such an existence—

Unless they wanted to die, how could they possibly entertain thoughts of revenge?

If it were possible, some among them wanted to throw down their weapons, clasp their hands over their heads, kneel on the ground, and beg for mercy.

The atmosphere was oppressive.

Every martial artist was breathing heavily.

As Xiantian experts, they had always appeared aloof and proud before others.

Yet at this moment, they were like weak little lambs facing a ferocious tiger.

Trembling with fear!

Chu He swept his gaze over them.

It was only a calm glance.

Yet to the other martial artists, it felt like pressure as heavy as mountains!

Cold sweat beaded on their foreheads, dripping down little by little.

"You're fine. No need to be nervous. Stay calm."

Chu He spoke indifferently.

He had just checked once more. Aside from the one he had killed with a finger, who carried an alien, evil energy from the same source as the foreign race lying in ambush on the hillside with ill intent, everyone else was perfectly normal.

So—

There was nothing wrong now!

His figure moved. With his hands behind his back, he flashed and vanished from where he stood. The next instant, he appeared at the place he had flattened with one palm. Without pausing, he flashed again, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Phew!

"He's gone!"

"That was terrifying!"

All the martial artists could not help but let out long breaths of relief.

The shadow of death hanging above their heads slowly dispersed. A sense of collapse rose from their souls and even affected their bodies.

The group felt weak and limp all over, unable to move for quite a while.

Only a few breaths had passed, but to them, it had felt as long as a century.

Though they had done nothing, they felt more mentally exhausted than after a grueling battle between life and death.

"So this is the oppressive force of a powerhouse..."

Someone muttered weakly.

Within the Zhang Family grounds on Shaoyan Mountain.

From the outside, the Zhang Family still appeared unchanged.

But inside, security was extremely tight, like a military camp.

Open sentries and hidden sentries were everywhere.

Loose outside, tight within!

At this moment, inside the Zhang Family's core ancestral hall—

Black-robed figures sat cross-legged one after another. Terrifying, sinister auras radiated from them, making the entire hall seem gloomy and eerie.

Along the walls at the edges of the hall stood a group of Zhang Family elders, bent over like servants awaiting orders.

More than ten years had passed. This place had completely become a den of the Charm Clan within the Xia Clan.

And the Zhang Family members had changed from their former unwillingness to complete obedience.

"Peerless Holy Son, news has just come from Night Moon Holy Maiden's side. Their hiding place in Cloud Commandery was discovered by the Xia Clan. A Half-step King made a move, and after a bloody battle, they escaped unscathed. However, most of the nearly mature Blood Food fell into the Xia Clan's hands. She contacted you, hoping you would act and join them in taking back the Blood Food. When the time comes, she will give you half!"

A black-robed figure entered from outside and bowed to one of the two black-robed figures seated at the highest point of the ancestral hall.

"Heh!"

"Give me half?"

A cold, sinister laugh rang out.

Peerless Holy Son, seated on the platform, scoffed at the matter. Clearly, he was not moved by that so-called half of the Blood Food.

"If it were before, this Holy Son might have considered her offer. But now, this Holy Son has more important matters to handle. Tell her this Holy Son has no time. Tell her to find another Charm!"

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, the black-robed figure by the entrance hurriedly bowed, accepted the order, and withdrew.

"Protector, how is that woman we captured doing?"

Peerless Holy Son looked toward the black-robed figure beside him. Expectation seeped through his cold voice.

"Most of the preparations are nearly complete. After some more time, we can carry out the final processing."

A hoarse voice sounded. The black-robed Protector raised his head to look at the Holy Son and said enviously, "By then, your foundation will likely be the best among this batch of Holy Sons and Holy Maidens. If your luck is good enough, you may even have a chance to directly ascend to the pinnacle."

"That woman's talent is simply too good. At such a young age, she is already Xiantian Invincible, only one step away from entering the realm of a Half-step King."

"And more importantly, no one knows what she grew up eating. Her body is flawless, and even her soul is suffused with a pure fragrance. This is a soul body capable of filling the strongest single desire. Even I cannot help wanting to take a bite when I see her."

"She is truly tempting!"

The black-robed Protector smacked his lips, greed evident in his tone.

"Protector!"

Peerless Holy Son's voice changed.

He seemed genuinely worried that the black-robed Protector would take a bite.

After all, a Protector's status in the clan was equal to his, while his strength surpassed Peerless Holy Son's.

If he truly could not resist and took a bite, Peerless Holy Son could do nothing about it.

"Rest assured. My foundation is already set, while yours has yet to be established. That woman is of greater use to you. Our branch has not produced the First Holy Son in a very long time! This time, you have hope."

The black-robed Protector's words made Peerless Holy Son breathe a sigh of relief.

"Rest assured, Protector. This time, the First Holy Son can be none other than me!"

He spoke with absolute confidence.

"Is that so?"

Just as his words fell, a calm voice exploded through the void. No one knew where it came from, yet it echoed throughout the entire ancestral hall.

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