Blood Flowing Like a River

Hearing Qian Cheng's icy words, Tang Zhen's body shuddered violently, and he instinctively looked toward the sound.

Within those two blinding red lights were a corpse and a barely living figure.

The corpse was Bai He, with a bloody hole in his chest. He had long since stopped breathing.

And that half-dead man was Tang Xiao!

"Wabibabu!"

Tang Xiao wanted to say something, but his jaw had been crushed. All he could make were such spine-chilling noises.

"Xiao'er, what happened to you?!"

Tang Zhen's pupils abruptly widened, his eyes filled with terror and panic.

He struggled desperately, using both hands and feet as he tried to crawl toward Tang Xiao.

However, before he could crawl more than a few steps, Qian Cheng raised his foot and viciously stomped on his hand.

Tang Zhen's hand was pinned firmly beneath his foot. The pain made cold sweat stream down his face, yet he could not break free at all.

"I already told you, I broke Tang Xiao's arms and legs. He won't die!"

Qian Cheng's tone remained as calm as still water, as though he were merely stating an utterly ordinary fact.

Yet his cold voice was like a sharp blade, sending a chill through everyone present.

"Tang Xiao won't die, but I can't say the same for those four little brats!"

Qian Cheng's icy voice rang out again.

"Don't... don't kill them... I'm begging you..."

Tang Zhen's face instantly turned deathly pale.

But before his plea could fade, a scarlet flash streaked through the air.

The light was thin as a thread, yet so fast that it could not be caught. In an instant, it swept across the necks of the four children, leaving behind only faint red lines.

The next moment, four heads rolled onto the ground, and crimson blood erupted like fountains!

In an instant, the entire rear courtyard fell deathly silent.

All the guests present, including the Clear Sky Sect's higher-ups, stared wide-eyed in terror, yet none dared utter a single word.

They had been completely cowed by Qian Cheng's brutality!

"Qian Daoliu once promised that Spirit Hall members would not be allowed to come to the Clear Sky Sect. Aren't you afraid of Qian Daoliu's rebuke?"

Tang Zhen spoke again, his voice trembling and weak.

The Tang Zhen who had been high-spirited and imposing not long ago was gone.

In his place was a pitiful man nearly driven to collapse by fear.

"I'm dying of laughter. You're about to die, yet you still think you can use the Great Enshrined to pressure us?"

"Has it ever occurred to you that even the Great Enshrined has to be respectful when he sees the old man?"

"The old man's orders are something even Big Brother must obey. He wouldn't dare say no!"

The words of Spirit Hall's many Enshrined and elders made everyone present tremble with fear.

This young man's identity and status seemed even higher than Qian Daoliu's?

Qian Daoliu was already of their grandfather's generation. Didn't that make this young man their great-granduncle?

"This is Spirit Hall's Pope, the Great Enshrined's biological uncle, Qian Cheng!"

Seeing that the mood had been sufficiently built up, Golden Crocodile Douluo stepped forward and announced Qian Cheng's true identity.

Upon hearing this, every guest other than Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo instinctively looked toward Qian Cheng.

Their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

This young man, who looked barely over twenty, was actually Qian Daoliu's biological uncle?!

"H-How is that possible? You look so young. How can you have such a high status?"

Tang Zhen stared wide-eyed, his body trembling without stop.

"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? You thought bringing up Qian Daoliu would scare me off? How ridiculous."

The corner of Qian Cheng's mouth lifted slightly in a mocking smile.

"Qian Cheng, what exactly do you want? Our Clear Sky Sect has over five thousand lives. Are you going to exterminate us all?"

Tang Zhen gritted his teeth and questioned him despite himself.

"The servants and maids are not among my targets, but not a single Soul Master of your Clear Sky Sect will be allowed to live!"

Qian Cheng's gaze swept across the entire rear courtyard, his expression utterly indifferent.

"Our Clear Sky Sect has over fifteen hundred Soul Masters. Aren't you afraid the world will condemn you for committing such an inhuman atrocity?"

Hearing that Qian Cheng truly intended to slaughter the entire Clear Sky Sect, Tang Zhen was completely stunned.

Tang Zhen had always believed Qian Cheng was merely trying to frighten them. He thought that as long as they softened their stance and offered a slight apology, the people from Spirit Hall would leave.

After all, that was how they had handled matters when Qian Daoliu had been in charge.

The results had been quite effective. At most, a few people died; their foundation was never shaken.

Qian Cheng looked refined and gentle on the surface, yet he was actually a Human Butcher!

"Since you put it that way, I can still give you a chance!"

"The six old fellows behind me—if anyone from your Clear Sky Sect can defeat even one of them, I'll spare your lives!"

The moment Qian Cheng finished speaking, the Six Great Enshrined behind him stepped forward at the same time and stood beside him.

Five Super Douluo and one Peak Douluo!

Six terrifying waves of Soul Power swept outward in all directions like a hurricane.

"The old man can't tolerate even a grain of sand in his eyes. It's already extremely generous of him to give you a chance to save yourselves."

A teasing smile appeared on Golden Crocodile Douluo's face.

Tang Zhen's expression instantly turned incomparably ugly.

The Six Great Enshrined of Spirit Hall all had Soul Power of at least Rank 96!

Aside from himself, the strongest of the remaining Titled Douluo in the Clear Sky Sect was only Rank 93. They were no match for them at all!

This was not a chance to save themselves. Spirit Hall was humiliating the Clear Sky Sect. It was simply a dead end!

"Qian Cheng, you're deliberately making things difficult for us!"

Tang Zhen struggled to rise from the ground and roared in fury.

"Little girl, I'll teach you an ultimate technique. Open your eyes wide and watch carefully."

Qian Cheng seemed not to have heard Tang Zhen's furious roar at all. He slowly turned to Qian Renxue and spoke.

"Ancestor, I'll definitely study it seriously!"

Qian Renxue's eyes immediately lit up upon hearing this.

Qian Cheng smiled faintly, but there was something strange in that smile.

"This move is called left palm meets right palm, right palm meets left palm."

The instant he finished speaking, Qian Cheng suddenly raised his hand and fiercely slapped Tang Zhen across the face.

Slap!

The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the silent rear courtyard.

Tang Zhen's left cheek instantly swelled red, like half a braised pig's head.

"I'm making things difficult for you? What do you think you are? You dare bargain with me?"

Qian Cheng raised his right hand and slapped Tang Zhen across the right cheek again!

Slap!

Another loud slap rang out. Tang Zhen's right cheek also swelled up at once, making both sides look remarkably symmetrical!

"When I gave you a chance before, you treated it like wind in your ears and acted arrogantly beyond measure!"

"Now that I've come to your doorstep and made you, the sect master, kneel and beg for mercy, you still dare negotiate with me?"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The crisp, heavy slaps echoed through the silent rear courtyard like a dense drumbeat.

Before long, Tang Zhen's face had swollen into a purplish-red pig's head.