The War Bear King followed in dust, his entire body engorged with blood, exploding in a shower of flesh and bone that splattered across the sky like fireworks.
"Would I dare..."
"I am a Saint King... with thousands of years of arduous cultivation, how could I be defeated by an unseasoned young brute?"
After the death of his fourth Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits, the backlash suddenly transferred to Hai Xiong Shier Lang.
His soul couldn’t bear it, it fell apart and dissipated completely.
With a bewildered, confused look, his body collapsed with a thunderous crash.
Of course, before he could truly fall, blood-red lightning, blood-red hurricanes, blood-red tsunamis... had already subrged his corpse, leaving destruction as the only option within the domain.
"Nishang, it’s settled."
"Let’s break out, every person from the main house of the Hai Xiong Clan, along with their close confidants and vassals, has no reason to exist anymore."
Ye Hanjun surveyed the chaotic dungeon, the reflection of Ye Mochou’s wrongful death still vivid before his eyes.
Since the Light Witch God had been slain, and the Jester Emperor broken, parting from the Ghost Lamp, his urge to kill had not been this intense in a long ti.
The few surviving clan mbers, each bearing hope, had a crucial mission.
The Sealing Emperors were pillars among them, serving as commanders, with the most expectations resting upon them.
The evil emperor, Ye Mochou, died obscurely at the hands of the Hai Xiong Clan, this sha, this pain, he intended to repay a hundredfold!
"You actually killed old number twelve?!"
A foul wind blew from a distance, as giant beasts broke open ruins, once again barging into the dungeon.
The speaker’s voice trembled, unable to comprehend this scene.
"Bang!"
A massive shadow crashed down with the force of a mountain, the contact was warm.
Hitting the ground, there was a thud, the splattering blood nearly turned the dungeon completely red.
Ye Hanjun easily dodged, fixing his gaze, his brow imdiately furrowed with intense alertness.
Not far, Ye Nishang’s eyes narrowed, the shock from Ye Hanjun’s clean kill of Hai Xiong Shier Lang shifting entirely into killing intent.
"You actually... killed Wen Qingzhu?"
Before everyone’s eyes, what fell wasn’t a hidden weapon, but rather the head of Yue Xi, eyes wide open in death.
Accompanying it was a figure, though mangled beyond recognition, the style of the ragged robes, and the outline of the body, weren’t they previously seen as ’Wu Zong’?
"What’s the matter, heartache?"
"Indeed, for the current Ye Clan, any Saint King Level combat unit must be incredibly precious, right?"
Following Hai Xiong Shiyi Lang, another person barged into the dungeon.
He was dressed in magnificent aristocratic attire, his appearance spotless.
Strolling casually, every gesture nonchalant, as if not here for a fight but heading to a banquet about to beco the center of attention.
"Shiyi Lang, relax."
"Although your brother died, it’s indeed regrettable and unexpected."
"But his death managed to lure two big fish, plus the earlier Ye Mochou, your Hai Xiong Clan has achieved three great feats. Once our new ancestor rules the world, you shall be richly rewarded!"
The handso and dashing middle-aged noble walked up to Hai Xiong Shiyi Lang, patting his shoulder in a casual, soothing manner.
Hai Xiong Shiyi Lang wore an indecipherable expression, glaring hatefully at Ye Hanjun and Ye Nishang, yet facing the noble’s casual remarks, he dared not speak his anger.
"So, the Hai Xiong Clan had long found a backer, audaciously oppressing mbers of the Night Family. Was it your instruction?"
Ye Hanjun’s gaze slowly moved from the bodies of Yue Xi and Wu Zong, then fixed on the man with a mocking smile, face expressionless.
"Ding dong, correct, but alas, no reward."
The nobleman snapped his fingers, his index finger adorned with a silver-white ring suddenly pointing towards Ye Nishang in the shadows:
"From my thorough investigations, there are four Sealing Emperors among the Ye Clan descendants scattered in the outside world."
"One of them, the ’evil emperor’, has been captured by us, eradicated root and stem, clean and tidy."
"You must be his sister, right? Such a rich Dark Elent, though I can’t speak the na of your authority, calling you ’Miss Ye’ is the utmost respect."
The nobleman laughed arrogantly, his handso face turning towards Ye Hanjun, his smile fading:
"So... who might you be?"
"In all my intelligence networks, there is no ntion of soone like you."
"Yet, the impression you give , even more dangerous than this beautiful Miss Ye, is indeed unexpected."
Ye Hanjun remained silent, showing no inclination to engage frivolously with the other party.
Sensing the stiff atmosphere, the nobleman seed to realize, turning his hand before bowing his chest in cultured apology:
"My apologies, you are the distinguished Ming Lamp Night Clan, indeed, I should have introduced myself first."
"My na is Mieng Wu, I wonder if the two emperors of the Ye Clan still recall this surna?"
"Mieng... Wu?"
Ye Nishang chewed over the three words, a chill intensifying in her expression:
"Early in the Near Ancient Era, the human tribes sheltered by the Mieng birds?"
"If I’m not mistaken, the ancestor had already exterminated all of you, leaving no descendants."
"Heh heh, well, that’s a long story."
Mieng Wu chuckled, seeming to discern Ye Nishang’s expression in the darkness, speaking with utter gratification:
"Our main branch of the Mieng Clan was indeed annihilated cleanly by that Asura King."
"Unfortunately, my ancestor’s side branch, due to falling into a secret realm, struggled for thousands of years without escape, luckily evading the massacre."
"Once he returned to the real world and found the main family eradicated, he imdiately went into hiding, living hidden in the mountains, lowly and cautiously for his whole life."
Mieng Wu’s lips curled into a scornful smile, nonchalantly stating:
"Unbeknownst to others, his descendants, slowly grew and prospered."
"As our divine essence was lost, with the New Era, a return to ancestry erged."
"Ming Lamp Night Clan, there’s a debtor for every creditor, you slaughtered my Mieng Clan in your glory days, now that you’ve declined, don’t bla the Mieng Clan for being ruthless!"
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