Teng Huayuan Still Slaughtered the Wang Family Village to the Last Man

Liu Mei collapsed onto the ground, her jade hands clenched tight. Her smooth, delicate skin appeared translucent under the refraction of the moonlight.

Luo Chuan stood with one hand behind his back, his face cold as he watched the Liu Mei before him. He understood that the consciousness currently occupying her body was likely a wisp of Mu Bingmei's divine sense.

However, because this divine sense had traversed time and space, it could not exert its true power, and thus, it posed no threat to Luo Chuan.

Liu Mei tightened her grip, her dark brows furrowing slightly as she threatened viciously, "Luo Chuan, This Seat has noted today's humiliation. Once I emerge from seclusion, I will surely strip your tendons and peel your bones!"

"Then we shall see if you have the ability to do so."

Luo Chuan appeared before Liu Mei in an instant, pressing a finger to the center of her brow. As a surge of immense energy poured into her body, the faint wisp of Mu Bingmei's divine sense dissipated instantly.

With the dissipation of Mu Bingmei's consciousness, Liu Mei returned to her original state. Upon realizing she was stark naked before Luo Chuan, her pretty face flushed crimson.

Liu Mei bit her lip, looking shy and affectionate as she murmured, "Master, what are you..."

Luo Chuan stood up slowly, took off his outer robe, and draped it over Liu Mei, saying softly:

"This Seat will find an opportunity to help you break free from your original body. As for whether you are willing, that will depend on your own choice."

Although the current Liu Mei was a clone of Mu Bingmei, she possessed her own emotions. One only needed to resolve the other party's control to solve this problem perfectly.

Liu Mei did not know what had transpired. Just as she was about to speak, Luo Chuan vanished from the spot, leaving behind only the lingering scent of a man in the air.

As time passed, a year slipped by like a white horse galloping past a crevice. Before one knew it, the day for the opening of the Outer Realm Battlefield had arrived.

With the cleanup occurring every five hundred years, the cultivators within the Zhao Kingdom were already restless.

After all, in their hearts, they believed that as long as they could enter the Outer Realm Battlefield and take a single breath of its spiritual energy, their cultivation would skyrocket.

Moreover, if they could obtain medicinal pills inside, breaking through to the Core Formation Realm would merely be a matter of time.

As a valley established personally by a Spirit Transformation powerhouse from a fourth-grade cultivation nation, no cultivator who had reached the Core Formation Realm could enter; even Nascent Soul Realm ancestors were barred.

Unless one's cultivation reached the Spirit Transformation Realm, they had no qualification to enter Jueming Valley; otherwise, it would be viewed as a provocation, and the Spirit Transformation powerhouse would execute them on the spot.

At this moment, the Nascent Soul Realm ancestors had already been waiting here for a long time. The battle of Jueming Valley, which had lasted three months, was nearing its end, and the envoy of the Outer Realm Battlefield had arrived.

This late-stage Spirit Transformation powerhouse was a cultivator from the Giant Devil Race. His strength was terrifying; a single word from him could cause the souls of everyone present to scatter.

The Giant Devil powerhouse wore a solemn expression, his right hand forming seals as he cast several spells toward the sky.

Immediately, the clouds in the sky began to churn. A beam of red light descended from the heavens, striking the plaza near the Heaven-Reaching Tower and forming a barrier that completely enveloped the area.

At the same time, the clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, forming a massive vortex a hundred feet wide, with what appeared to be azure dragons circling on either side.

Only after the Giant Devil powerhouse used a drop of his essence blood could the dilapidated scenes within the Outer Realm Battlefield be glimpsed.

The Giant Devil powerhouse shrank to the height of a human and appeared instantly beside the Heaven-Reaching Tower envoy, Lin Yi, saying indifferently, "Only three of the seven tokens remain. It seems the competition is fierce this year; there will be a good show to watch."

Lin Yi stroked his pale goatee and nodded, "Something did indeed happen inside, though I did not expect it to turn out this way."

The Giant Devil powerhouse looked at Luo Chuan, who was sipping tea, and narrowed his eyes, muttering to himself, "I reported this matter to the Ancestor, yet the Ancestor does not believe that a twenty-year-old cultivator could break through to the Spirit Transformation Realm..."

"It seems This Seat must truly find an opportunity to invite him to the Giant Devil Race."

Luo Chuan's gaze rested on the resentment-filled Teng Huayuan. He frowned slightly and asked, "Teng Huayuan, come here."

Hearing the summons, Teng Huayuan turned around and flew to Luo Chuan without hesitation, bowing deeply, "Greetings, Senior."

"I see you are filled with Sha Qi, staring unblinkingly at Jueming Valley. Has something happened in the Teng family recently?"

Teng Huayuan clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead bulging. His eyes were filled with rage, clearly indicating that a major event had occurred.

"There is a brat named Wang Lin... He killed my grandson, Teng Li, and used the Foundation Seizing Technique to break through to the early stage of Foundation Establishment..."

Although Teng Huayuan remembered Senior Luo Chuan's warning from years ago, the death of his grandson made it impossible for him to control himself. Now, all he wanted was to strip Wang Lin's tendons, peel his bones, and suppress him for ten thousand years!

Luo Chuan looked at Teng Huayuan and said indifferently, "This Seat warned you back then. Do you wish for the Teng family to be destroyed?"

"Teng Li's death was his destined tribulation. You ignored This Seat's advice; his death is not worth pitying. Do you intend for the entire Teng family to be buried along with him?"

Teng Huayuan looked up at Luo Chuan, who sat composed on his chair, and gritted his teeth, "But Li'er was the most outstanding disciple of my Teng family! That brat Wang Lin killed him; I wish to strip his tendons, peel his bones, and grind his ashes to dust!"

Seeing such hatred in Teng Huayuan toward Wang Lin, Luo Chuan stopped his movements and asked in a calm voice, "Have you been to Wang Family Village?"

"I have..."

"Did you kill the mortals of Wang Family Village?"

Upon hearing this, Teng Huayuan's expression changed instantly. Without delay, he knelt on the ground.

"The brat Wang Lin killed my great-great-grandson, so I, Teng Huayuan, wiped out his entire clan... Senior, this junior did this to appease the spirit of my Li'er!"

Upon learning that Wang Family Village had been slaughtered by Teng Huayuan, the hand holding the teacup paused for a moment. Luo Chuan sighed and said nothing more.

After all, the birth of Wang Lin's Extreme Realm was triggered by witnessing his family die before his eyes. Now that the Wang family had been wiped out, it meant the Teng family would be completely destroyed, just as in the original fate.

Luo Chuan reached out a hand and said faintly, "Hand over your soul."

Teng Huayuan looked up abruptly, staring at Luo Chuan in confusion, "Senior, what do you mean by this?"

"Originally, I did not wish to interfere in your affairs, but in consideration of the Dragon Turtle Armor you gifted This Seat, I will give your Teng family one last chance."

"If you commit suicide before Wang Lin, the Teng family may survive. But if you persist in your stubbornness, every disciple in Teng Family City will surely die."