How Dare a Mere Sect Act So Presumptuously? Then I'll Slaughter Them Until Their Clans Are Wiped Out!

"Trash!"

Qin Zheng suddenly roared!

Boom—!!!

An utterly terrifying pressure erupted without warning!

Qian Daoliu bore the brunt of it!

"Pfft—!"

He spat out another mouthful of blood, staggering back several steps and nearly collapsing to the ground!

His face was as pale as paper!

"What does taking a hundred-thousand-year soul beast amount to?"

Qin Zheng's voice was icy and piercing, carrying the absolute dominance of one who looked down upon all living things.

"Treasure belongs to those strong enough to claim it!"

"Let alone a mere Clear Sky Sect—if all three sects stood before me, I would say the same thing!"

"Under heaven, only I am right!"

Boom—!!!

The instant those final words fell!

The entire Spirit City shook violently beneath that terrifying pressure!

Dark clouds gathered in the sky as lightning flashed and thunder roared!

It was as though heaven and earth themselves trembled before that peerlessly domineering aura!

Everyone in the plaza was forced to their knees by the horrifying pressure, their heads bowed low as they did not even dare to breathe!

Utter terror swept over them like a tidal wave, completely drowning them!

Domineering!

Too domineering!

Under heaven, only I am right!

Such bearing, such presence...

Worthy indeed of the Qin Emperor Patriarch!

For a time, everyone's gazes toward Qin Zheng grew even more fervent.

This was the patriarch of their Spirit Hall!

This was the man they should follow!

Before the angel statue.

Qian Daoliu was likewise left speechless by the shock.

He stood there, his body trembling faintly, his expression complicated.

Under heaven, only I am right...

Such dominance, such bearing...

No wonder the patriarch had borne the title "Emperor" two thousand years ago.

No wonder the entire Douluo Continent had trembled beneath Spirit Hall's iron hooves two thousand years ago.

With such a patriarch...

Why would Spirit Hall fear that it could not prosper?

But...

Could the Clear Sky Sect truly be destroyed just like that?

It was a super sect with a legacy spanning tens of thousands of years!

Qian Daoliu opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

Yet when the words reached his lips, he could not force them out.

He was afraid.

Afraid that the moment he spoke, he would completely enrage the patriarch.

And then, if the patriarch truly marched directly upon the Clear Sky Sect...

The consequences would be unimaginable!

At the center of the plaza.

Seeing Qian Daoliu like this, a trace of cold disdain flickered through Qin Zheng's dark eyes.

"Not a trace of him?"

"So what?"

"Kill!"

"Slaughter every last member of the Clear Sky Sect!"

"Wipe the Clear Sky Sect from this world. I refuse to believe that man still won't show himself!"

BOOM—!!!

Those words were like thunder from the ninth heaven, crashing down upon everyone's heads!

The entire venue fell deathly silent!

A pin could have been heard dropping!

Everyone froze in place, eyes wide and mouths agape as they stared fixedly at the black-robed figure in the center of the square.

The expressions on their faces shifted from shock, to horror, to... complete numbness.

Slaughter... slaughter them all?!

Wipe the Clear Sky Sect from this world?!

My god!

The Ancestor was... going to exterminate the entire Clear Sky Sect?!

Th-This was too ruthless!

That was the Clear Sky Sect!

The head of the Upper Three Sects!

A super sect with a legacy spanning tens of thousands of years!

And he wanted to destroy it just like that?!

For a moment, everyone sucked in a sharp breath.

"Gulp..."

Someone swallowed.

The sound was especially clear in the deathly silent square.

Then!

As though triggering a chain reaction!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The sounds of people dropping to their knees rang out one after another!

Across the square, every Spirit Hall disciple, deacon, and guard fell to their knees in unison!

"Ancestor, mighty!"

"Long live Spirit Hall!"

"Destroy the Clear Sky Sect! Avenge the old Pope!"

Cheers like crashing mountains and roaring seas rang throughout all of Spirit City!

Every face was filled with fervor and excitement!

Destroy the Clear Sky Sect!

Avenge the old Pope!

With the Ancestor here, none of it was a dream!

Before the angel statue.

Qian Daoliu had also been so stunned by the protagonist's declaration that he did not know what to say.

He stood there in silence for a long while, unable to utter a single word.

Destroy the Clear Sky Sect...

Easy to say.

But how could it be so simple to actually do?

The Clear Sky Sect had endured for tens of thousands of years, with deep foundations. How could it be destroyed on a whim?

And besides...

If they truly destroyed the Clear Sky Sect, would the other two great sects simply stand by and watch?

When the time came, if the Upper Three Sects joined forces, along with all the other major powers...

Spirit Hall would likely be plunged into irredeemable ruin!

But...

He had seen the ancestor's temper for himself.

Overbearing, ruthless, decisive.

Once he made a decision, no one could change it.

If he dared to object...

Qian Daoliu did not dare think any further.

At the center of the square.

Watching Qian Daoliu's appearance, a faint trace of disdain flickered through Qin Zheng's pitch-black eyes.

"Very well."

He spoke slowly, his voice icy to the bone.

"It seems that after this seat's absence of two thousand years, the people of this world no longer hold my Spirit Hall in any regard."

"Since that is the case, then this seat shall slaughter a few more sects and have them close their gates forever!"

BOOM—!!!

Those words once again struck everyone like thunder from the ninth heaven!

Slaughter a few more sects?!

Good heavens!

Was the ancestor... planning to wipe out all three upper sects?!

For a moment, everyone sucked in a cold breath.

But immediately afterward came overwhelming fervor and excitement!

Destroy the three upper sects!

From then on, Spirit Hall alone would reign supreme across the Douluo Continent!

Such a great undertaking could only be accomplished by the ancestor!

Qin Zheng paused, his gaze falling upon Qian Daoliu.

The violence in his pitch-black eyes receded slightly.

"This matter shall count as you barely passing."

"But it is not enough!"

BOOM—!

Those words made Qian Daoliu's entire body tremble!

Barely passing?

But not enough?

What did that mean?

Qian Daoliu raised his head and looked at the black-robed figure in the center of the square, his eyes full of confusion.

Yet soon after, he let out a breath of relief.

Fortunately.

At least... the ancestor was no longer pursuing the matter of Bibi Dong.

With how he wanted to wipe out entire families at the slightest provocation, Qian Daoliu had nearly begun to wonder whether the protagonist was a fallen soul master.

That killing intent was far too intense!

Qian Daoliu steadied himself and quickly cupped his hands.

"The ancestor's lesson is correct."

"This junior... has more to say."

Qin Zheng cast him an indifferent glance.

"Speak."

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and slowly spoke.

"Secondly, Ancestor, although Bibi Dong is not a member of the Qian Family."

"She gave birth to one, however."

"Qian Renxue."

"Does this not mean that she has profound ties to the Qian Family?"

He paused, his tone turning slightly solemn.

"Based on this, before Spirit Hall has a suitable member of the Qian Family to serve as Pope, does Ancestor believe it would be appropriate for her to take the position?"

As soon as the words fell, the entire venue sank into deathly silence once more!

Everyone held their breath, staring fixedly at the black-robed figure in the center of the square.

They wanted to know how the Ancestor would answer.

Would he agree... or refuse?

After all, Qian Renxue carried the Qian Family's bloodline. That was a fact.

But Bibi Dong... was not, after all, a member of the Qian Family.

For a moment, everyone held their breath.

The tension had reached its peak.