Raise Hand to Suppress and Kill!

This Black Wind Old Monster was a notorious Evil Cultivator in the Southern Domain, ruthless in his ways, most fond of plucking yin to nourish yang, with the blood of countless Female Cultivators staining his hands.

Because his whereabouts were elusive and his escape arts extremely fast, the major families had surrounded and suppressed him several times, only for him to slip away each time.

No one expected that today he would block the Zhang Family's wedding procession.

Zhang Wu's face changed drastically. He stepped forward in one stride, shielding Zhang Chen, and barked sharply: "Black Wind Old Monster! Today is my Young Master's grand wedding. If you know what's good for you, retreat at once, or else our Zhang Family Old Ancestor will never let you off!"

"Let me off? Pah!"

Black Wind Old Monster spat a thick glob of phlegm, which sizzled as it landed on the defensive Light Screen: "That old bastard Zhang Tianzheng is probably already at death's door, isn't he?"

"Using a dead man's name to scare This Seat—do you even deserve it?"

His lecherous, beady eyes swept straight past the crowd, greedily fixed on the grand red bridal sedan. He licked his cracked lips: "I've long heard that Lin Family girl has a Mutated Ice Spiritual Root!"

"Though it's crippled, her primal yin is still intact."

"Giving her as a wife to such a Waste brat is a sheer waste of a treasure! Better to send her to This Seat as a cauldron, to help me break through to Late Golden Core Stage, hahahaha!"

"How dare you!"

Zhang Wu flew into a rage. His long blade shot from its sheath, transforming into a ten-zhang-long flame blade arc, slashing viciously toward Black Wind Old Monster.

"A paltry trick."

Black Wind Old Monster sneered with a Cold Smile, not even moving his magic treasure, merely flicking his sleeve.

Boom!

A black hurricane erupted from nowhere, filled with the wailing of countless vengeful spirits, instantly shattering the flame blade arc.

The immense impact slammed into Zhang Wu's chest like a heavy hammer.

"Pfft—"

Zhang Wu spat a mouthful of blood into the sky, his whole body flying backward like a kite with a snapped string, crashing heavily onto the flying boat's deck, smashing a large crater into the hard ironwood planks.

In just one move!

Zhang Wu, at Foundation Establishment Great Perfection, before Black Wind Old Monster at Mid Golden Core.

Was as fragile as an infant.

"Captain!"

The surrounding guards were greatly alarmed and quickly crowded around him.

The wedding procession fell into instant chaos. The cultivators tasked with playing music were so frightened their instruments dropped into the sea, and the once festive atmosphere vanished completely.

The onlookers below erupted into an uproar.

"It's over, it's over. The Zhang Family has lost all face this time."

"This Black Wind Old Monster calculated that the Zhang Family Old Ancestor wouldn't dare leave seclusion easily—he's going to snatch the bride in public!"

"Poor Lin Qingxue, already ill-fated. If she falls into the hands of that Evil Cultivator, she'll wish she were dead."

Inside the bridal sedan.

Lin Qingxue listened to the sounds of fighting and the filthy words outside. Her already pale face now drained of all color.

Her slender jade hands clenched her sleeves tightly.

Was this her fate?

Falling from the clouds into the dust, and now even the right to be an ordinary wife was being stripped away?

She knew Black Wind Old Monster's infamous reputation.

If she fell into this man's hands, she would truly be unable to live or die as she wished.

Lin Qingxue took a deep breath, a glint of resolve flashing in her eyes.

From her sleeve, a sharp short sword slid out.

That was her last shred of dignity.

If it truly came to that, she would rather take her own life than let this broken body be defiled.

It was just a pity for her mother...

And for Zhang Chen, who, though he seemed so weak, was willing to give her a home.

"Zhang Family little brat, get out of my way!"

Seeing no one could stop him, Black Wind Old Monster grew even more arrogant.

He reached out, conjuring a giant claw of spiritual power.

He grabbed directly at the bridal sedan.

"My beauty, come with the Old Ancestor! The Zhang Family can't protect you!"

Just as the black claw was about to tear apart the sedan's defensive formation, Zhang Chen still stood there, motionless.

He even straightened the corner of his robe, ruffled by the wind.

Just as everyone thought Lin Qingxue was doomed beyond escape.

"Alas..."

An aged sigh, as if crossing over from primordial antiquity.

Gently resounded between heaven and earth.

The sound was not loud, yet it drilled clearly into the ears of everyone present, even echoing directly in the depths of their souls.

The sea breeze stopped, the waves fell still, and even the roiling black clouds overhead.

Seemed frozen midair by that single sigh.

"Today is my great-grandson's joyous day. It should not have been stained with blood."

That voice rang out again, carrying an irresistible majesty and vicissitude: "But since you seek death yourself, then stay and be the wedding gift."

The originally arrogant and domineering Black Wind Old Monster had his wild grin freeze the instant that sigh sounded.

That was... the great terror of a Nascent Soul Dao Lord!

"Zhang Tianzheng?! You're not dead?!"

Black Wind Old Monster shrieked.

He no longer cared about any beauty cauldron; turning around, he was about to burn his essence blood and execute a blood escape to flee.

"Since you've come, why rush to leave?"

With these faint words, the void above twisted abruptly.

In the nine heavens, boundless Spiritual Energy converged wildly.

In an instant, it condensed into a golden giant palm a hundred zhang in radius.

The lines on this giant palm were clear, as if solid, carrying a majestic heavenly might as it slowly descended.

Beneath this giant palm...

Black Wind Old Monster's protective black mist melted like snow under the sun, vanishing in an instant.