Jiang Wuhui's Dominance—He Could Fight Jiang Yifei in Two Days!

"Bold! Within the Jiang Family, kin are strictly forbidden from killing one another. Don't you know that? Since you have committed a wrong, you should accept punishment!"

Jiang Mochen stared coldly at Jiang Xuan. "Now, pay for my son's life!"

As his words fell, Jiang Mochen struck Jiang Xuan with his palm.

In an instant, heaven and earth overturned, and terrifying ripples of power churned the winds and clouds for miles around.

Jiang Mochen's palm contained the power of laws. It was incomparably terrifying—a genuine strike from a Great Saint Peak expert, enough to blast Jiang Xuan to death ten thousand times in an instant!

Clearly, everything he had said before had merely been an excuse to throw this palm strike.

"It's over. The family head still hasn't arrived—Jiang Xuan is truly going to perish!"

"What a pity. Such an unparalleled prodigy, yet he will die at the hands of the First Elder!"

The crowd sighed, filled with endless regret.

With talent like Jiang Xuan's, he would have risen powerfully within a century and led the Jiang Family to even greater glory.

But now, the prodigy was about to fall, and everything would turn into bubbles.

"Jiang Mochen! You dare lay a hand on Xuan'er? I think you've grown tired of living?!"

Just then, a force a hundred times more terrifying than Jiang Mochen's suddenly appeared before Jiang Xuan, instantly neutralizing Jiang Mochen's palm strike.

An unrivaled figure whose divine might blanketed the world appeared before Jiang Xuan, shielding him tightly behind his back.

This man wore white robes, possessed an otherworldly bearing, and was peerless in divine martial might. He was none other than the White-Robed God King, Jiang Wuhui! "The family head has arrived!"

"Jiang Xuan won't die!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"Dad," Jiang Xuan called softly.

"Xuan'er, since I brought you back, I will not allow you to suffer the slightest grievance. As long as I am here, no one can touch you!"

Hearing Jiang Xuan's voice, Jiang Wuhui turned back and flashed him a brilliant smile as he spoke. His tone was incomparably resolute, solemn, and earnest.

"Family Head, Jiang Xuan killed my son and violated the clan rules. Are you trying to shield him?"

The First Elder's eyes widened as he spoke coldly, his tone filled with icy menace.

This time, reason was on his side, so he did not fear Jiang Wuhui.

"Jiang Mochen, I made the clan rules. I now declare this rule abolished."

Jiang Wuhui looked coldly at Jiang Mochen. "Do you have any other objections?"

Whoosh—at Jiang Wuhui's words, the entire scene boiled over, everyone crying out at the family head's dominance.

At this moment, even Jiang Xuan could not help but be moved.

I made the rules.

Such a simple sentence, yet it was so forceful, so domineering!

"When I become a strong man like Dad someday, I'll be like this too!"

A fierce light burst from Jiang Xuan's eyes as he muttered softly.

"Family Head, isn't this too domineering? Modifying clan rules requires all the elders to join—"

Jiang Mochen still wanted to use the Jiang Family's clan rules to suppress Jiang Wuhui.

"Enough! Say one more word, and get the hell out of the Jiang Family!"

At that moment, Jiang Wuhui spoke again, directly cutting off Jiang Mochen with an exceedingly domineering and cold sentence.

"Family Head, you..."

Boom!

The pressure of a Saint King Peak expert descended.

Jiang Mochen's expression changed drastically in an instant. His entire body fell straight from the air and crashed to the ground, his face turning considerably pale.

"Jiang Wuhui..."

Boom!

Another wave of pressure descended.

Pfft!

Jiang Mochen spat out a mouthful of blood, and his aura weakened considerably.

"Do you still have anything to say?"

Jiang Wuhui spoke indifferently, like a heavenly god looking down upon all things.

"N-No..."

At this point, how could Jiang Mochen dare say anything else?

From Jiang Wuhui's tone, Jiang Mochen did not doubt that if he spoke again, Jiang Wuhui would kill him without the slightest hesitation!

"If there is nothing else, you may leave."

Jiang Wuhui spoke indifferently.

"Alright..." Jiang Mochen did not dare remain any longer. Picking up Jiang Man's corpse, he prepared to leave.

"Wait."

At that moment, Jiang Wuhui's voice rang out again, bringing Jiang Mochen to a halt. His expression became incomparably tense.

"Competition between peers is acceptable. But if something like today happens again, don't blame me for showing no mercy."

Jiang Wuhui's icy voice echoed through the air, making many people feel a throb of fear rise from the depths of their souls.

"U-Understood..."

Jiang Mochen nodded repeatedly before finally leaving.

Damn it! Jiang Xuan, you bastard! Jiang Wuhui, you bastard! I refuse to believe you can suppress my branch forever!

Just wait! Once Yifei returns with the Heaven-Mending Sect's leader, once Yifei crushes that little bastard Jiang Xuan, I will make you establish him as the Imperial Son and force you to step down!!

The moment he turned around, Jiang Mochen roared in his heart.

In truth, Jiang Man's death had not caused him that much pain.

But being suppressed and humiliated by Jiang Wuhui—that was what truly pained him!

It was a twisted mindset, one he simply could not correct.

"Dad, you were so domineering!"

After Jiang Mochen left, Jiang Xuan said to Jiang Wuhui with a smile.

"He was my defeated subordinate back then. It seems he has forgotten those days when I crushed him beneath my feet. What happened today was just enough to help him remember and make him distinguish the king from the lesser king."

Jiang Wuhui also smiled brightly at Jiang Xuan. "If that fellow remains stubbornly obsessed and insists on doing foolish things, I do not mind killing someone. After all, when I was young, I do not even know how many people I killed."

Awesome! As expected of my dad!

Hearing this, Jiang Xuan could not help giving Jiang Wuhui a thumbs-up in his heart.

This was what a true powerhouse should be like—this domineering!

"By the way, Xuan'er, I need to tell you something." Jiang Wuhui gazed at Jiang Xuan.

"Dad, what is it?" Jiang Xuan asked curiously.

"Jiang Mochen's son, Jiang Yifei, is returning. It seems it will be in two days."

Jiang Wuhui spoke, a trace of worry appearing on his face.

He could stop the older generation from attacking Jiang Xuan, and that would still be within the rules.

But when it came to competition between peers, it would not be proper for him to intervene.

If word spread, it would be bad for Jiang Xuan and for his own reputation.

"Dad, what cultivation is Jiang Yifei at?"

Hearing this, Jiang Xuan asked.

"According to the information, he should be at least at the Mid-Dragon Transformation stage."

Jiang Mochen said.

"Mid-Dragon Transformation. That's fine. In two days, I may not necessarily be his opponent," Jiang Xuan nodded and said softly.

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