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Then, Wang Ye's figure disappeared.
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Chapter 99 Strange Movements in the Wang Family
Meanwhile, on the other side.
The best elixirs and the most exquisite medical skills of Longhu Mountain could not save that mangled body that had been almost completely carbonized by the violent lightning.
The Wang family's world has collapsed.
Because Wang Ai died.
Wang Ai's body was secretly transported back to the mourning hall of the Wang family mansion overnight, preventing outsiders from prying into it.
There was no mournful music, no condolences, only a suffocating silence and a bloody hatred that seemed to solidify into reality.
The deepest chamber was illuminated only by a few flickering, eerie green lamps, which made the figures in the eerie ancestral paintings on the walls seem to twist and writhe.
Wang Ai's body was placed on a dark, somber wooden platform. The coffin lid was open, and on his charred and cracked face, every line seemed to hold the last trace of resentment and bitterness from his life.
The newly appointed clan chief, Wang Yi, Wang Ai's grandson and Wang Bing's second uncle, slowly walked to the dark wooden platform.
He was taller than Wang Ai, with a distinct facial structure, yet he exuded a rock-like coldness and gloom, showing no trace of the grief one would expect from someone who had lost their grandfather. Instead, there was a cold flame surging deep within his eyes, a flame strong enough to extinguish reason.
His white mourning clothes did not diminish his ferocity; on the contrary, they made him look like a vengeful demon crawling out of a tomb.
"Grandpa..." Wang Yi's voice was dry and hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against a coffin.
Suddenly, wisps of thick, black qi, as sticky as ink, began to overflow from the seven orifices of the charred corpse in the coffin!
These breaths contained Wang Ai's most intense curses, pain, and endless resentment towards Lin Shen and the World Society before his death!
They seemed to possess consciousness, twisting and swirling, emitting silent shrieks, before suddenly converging into one, rushing straight at Wang Yi!
Wang Yi neither dodged nor avoided it, allowing this extremely sinister Qi to penetrate into his brow!
In an instant, his whole body trembled violently, countless twisted black lines appeared under his skin, his pupils were instantly swallowed by pure black, and a cold and violent aura from the depths of his soul suddenly erupted!
"Ugh—!"
He plunged both hands into the chest of the charred corpse in the coffin! His fingertips sank deep into the carbonized flesh, drawing upon the last remaining source of Qi that sustained Wang Ai's cultivation throughout his life!
At the same time, he rapidly chanted ancient and sinister incantations, each syllable causing the ancient paintings on the walls of the secret chamber to resonate with a buzzing sound!
As the incantation intensified, the temperature inside the sealed room plummeted!
Countless translucent phantoms, carrying intense resentment and unwillingness—the remnants of Wang Ai's soul, which he had imprisoned, enslaved, and devoured throughout his life—were forcibly pulled out from all directions, wailing as they were compressed and melted!
Wang Yi struggled to raise his hand, which was covered in charred blood and dirt, and grabbed at the air!
The void seemed to be torn apart by an invisible paintbrush, and a strange banner, as black as an abyss of eternal night, suddenly took shape in his hand!
This banner is neither cloth nor silk; it is more like a collection of countless soul faces struggling in pain and screaming silently, pressed together and fused together, forming a terrifying scroll of hell that is constantly flowing and rolling—the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls!
The moment it appeared, the candlelight in the entire secret room instantly turned a ghastly green, and the air became as thick as congealed blood! Countless shrill screams exploded directly in people's minds!
"Blood debt...blood for blood!" Wang Yi gripped the cold, piercing banner of the Myriad Souls Banner tightly. Countless soul faces on the banner simultaneously emitted shrill screams, amplifying and distorting his oath filled with endless killing intent, echoing within the gloomy mourning hall like the horns of hell.
He inherited not only the position of clan leader, but also the ultimate weapon that Wang Ai had condensed with his life's worth of evil magic and boundless hatred!
As dawn broke, the cold light barely pierced the gloom surrounding the Wang Family Ancestral Hall.
Hundreds of core members of the Wang family stood solemnly below the hall, the atmosphere so heavy it was suffocating.
All eyes were focused on the man standing in the shadow of the huge ancestral portrait at the highest point of the ancestral hall—Wang Yi.
He was still dressed in plain clothes, but the black banner he held tightly in his hand exuded an eerie aura that could freeze one's soul, as if dragging the entire ancestral hall into the underworld.
The anxious whispers quickly faded under Wang Yi's cold gaze, leaving only deathly silence.
"Crack!" Wang Yi slammed a half-broken piece of ebony wood, stained with black blood, onto the cold bluestone ground. The sound of it shattering was like a death knell, making everyone's heart clench.
"My grandfather!" Wang Yi's voice wasn't loud, but it carried the chill of the underworld, each word like an ice pick piercing the eardrums of his clansmen. "The most respected of the Ten Elders, the pillar of the Wang family! In front of all the fellow cultivators of the world at Longhu Mountain... he was brutally killed by a mad dog from the World Society using a despicable thunder technique!"
His gaze swept over every face below, filled with fear, anger, and confusion, finally settling on several elderly men with white hair and beards: "Third Uncle! Fifth Uncle! You were there! Tell me! Did Lin Shen plan this all along? Did he intend to kill them all?!"
The old man whose name was called trembled, his eyes filled with tears of fear and humiliation, and his lips quivered: "Yes...yes! That brat...that scoundrel! His methods are extremely vicious! The patriarch...alas! Zhenghao...he even pretended to call for help..." He choked up before he could finish speaking.
"Hmph!" Wang Yi's lips curled into an almost sinister smile, his eyes swirling with dark glint. "Rescue? That old fox Feng Zhenghao probably wishes my father would die right now! Does he think he can sit back and relax? Does he think that if the Wang family falls, his Tianxia Society can swallow us whole?"
He took a sudden step forward, and the Myriad Souls Banner moved without wind. Countless painful faces on the banner suddenly became clear, emitting silent screams. The temperature in the entire ancestral hall suddenly dropped again, and even the candlelight froze.
"Make the World Society hand over Lin Shen!" Wang Yi's voice suddenly rose, filled with a resolute determination to destroy everything. "Otherwise, my Wang family will immediately fight the World Society to the death! We will exterminate them all, and we will all perish together!"
"Bang!" Wang Bing, a middle-aged man with a face that looked very much like Wang Ai but with a more ruthless expression, and who was also Wang Yi's younger brother, slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, his eyes bloodshot: "Second brother is right! Blood debts must be repaid in blood! If Feng Zhenghao doesn't hand over the people, I'll lead my men to raze his Tianxiahui building to the ground! I'll catch him off guard and make his Tianxiahui flow with blood!"
"Yes! Crush the World Society!"
"Sweep the World Society in blood! Avenge our former patriarch!"
"Kill Lin Shen! Avenge our grievances!"
...The fanaticism and hatred stirred up by the bloody slogans instantly ignited the ancestral hall, and the roars almost lifted the roof off.
"Silence!" Wang Yi's shout, imbued with the evil power of the Myriad Souls Banner, instantly silenced all the commotion. His icy gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on several pale-faced, hesitant elders: "Seventh Uncle, are you afraid? Are you worried that my Wang family is outnumbered?" He let out a chilling sneer, "Don't forget, my Wang family still has four branches! The alliance with the Lü family is still in effect! So what if that old bastard Lu Jin dislikes us? As long as the Wang family exists, as long as the Lü family is on our side, Feng Zhenghao can't turn the world upside down!"
He paused, his dark eyes swirling like an abyss: "As for the rest... as long as Feng Zhenghao dares to protect the enemy who killed my grandfather, the Lü family will have a reason to take action. After all, Lü Liang was also killed by Lin Shen! At that time, it will be time for us to join forces to wipe out the World Society and divide its assets! I have gathered you all here today not for discussion, but to inform you!"
He suddenly waved the Myriad Souls Banner, the black banner fluttering loudly, filled with a chilling ghostly aura. "Immediately gather all available manpower! Seal off all family properties and external access routes! Issue an ultimatum to the World Society immediately—hand over Lin Shen's head within twenty-four hours! Otherwise, the myriad souls of the Wang family will burn every inch of the World Society to ashes!"
The cold, hard command was like molten iron, leaving no room for negotiation.
The flames of revenge, mixed with the malevolent aura of the Myriad Souls Banner, under Wang Yi's will, have transformed into a destructive storm that sweeps across everything, ruthlessly attacking the World Society!
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Forty-eight hours later, at the headquarters of Tianxia Group.
At this moment, the towering 100-story Tianxia Building resembled a colossal steel beast shrouded in an invisible shadow, with an air pressure so low it was suffocating.
Inside the building, all ordinary employees had been cleared out in advance, leaving only Feng Zhenghao's core strength—elite security guards dressed in black fitted uniforms, with sharp eyes and a calm, concentrated aura around them.
They were everywhere, on every key floor, in every corner of the corridor, and in the monitoring center, like lurking cheetahs, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder ready to explode at any moment.
On the top floor, in that enormous office that symbolizes the pinnacle of power.
Outside the thick, bulletproof one-way glass curtain wall lies the bustling city skyline, while inside, it is plunged into near-absolute darkness, with only a solitary retro copper lamp on the desk casting a dim yellow halo that outlines Feng Zhenghao's silhouette as he sits upright in a wide leather chair.
He was still wearing that impeccably tailored dark striped suit, his back straight as a pine tree, his hands clasped together on the smooth mahogany table.
His face was expressionless, like a cold jade sculpture.
The office wasn't air-conditioned, yet a bone-chilling cold permeated the air.
Between his slender fingers, a wisp of black qi, as condensed as ink, thin and cold, moved slowly like a living thing, sometimes raising its head, sometimes curling up, its snake-like tip silently flicking, emitting a sinister aura that made one's soul tremble.
It emitted a faint purplish-black glow in the darkness, making Feng Zhenghao's eyes behind his glasses appear unfathomable, and also making the temperature in the entire space seem to drop a few degrees.
"boom--!!!"
The massive solid wood office door was violently blasted open by a surge of cold, volatile force!
The door groaned under the strain and slammed heavily against the wall.
The surging inky energy, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly washed away and swallowed the only dim yellow light in front of Feng Zhenghao's desk, plunging half the office into a chilling darkness.
A strong stench of decay and resentment filled the air.
Wang Yi's tall figure stood backlit at the entrance, dressed in a black outfit, his face as sharp as a rock, cold and devoid of any human emotion.
Those eyes were now nothing but pure, churning black, like two bottomless wells of vengeful spirits.
The Myriad Souls Banner he held tightly in his hand was now violently undulating, with countless tormented and twisted soul faces appearing and disappearing in the darkness, emitting countless superimposed, silent soul screams that instantly filled the entire space, shaking the minds of all the elite members of the World Society hidden in the shadows.
He stepped into the office, the evil power of the Myriad Souls Banner spreading beneath his feet. The carpet silently turned to ashes, revealing the cold metal floor underneath.
Each step echoed with a dull thud, like a war drum striking the heart.
He walked to the huge desk and stared intently at Feng Zhenghao, who sat upright in the shadows, through the dim yellow light that was compressed into a thin line by the cold aura.
"The time has come." Wang Yi's voice was hoarse and low, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the coldest depths of the underworld, carrying the soul-corroding power amplified by the Myriad Soul Banner. "Where is Lin Shen's head?"
He offered no further questions, no feigned politeness, only a stark ultimatum. A chilling killing intent, mingled with the malevolent resentment of the Myriad Souls Banner, crashed down on Feng Zhenghao like a tangible tide.
“Nephew Wang Yixian.” Feng Zhenghao finally spoke, his voice calm and even carrying a hint of elder’s gentleness towards a junior. But under the extreme chill and resentment, this calmness seemed incredibly eerie and terrifying.
“When your grandfather Wang Ai was alive,” Feng Zhenghao leaned forward slightly, his calm and expressionless face finally fully exposed to Wang Yi’s view, a faint, cold smile seemingly on his lips, his gaze behind his glasses sharp as a knife, piercing straight at him, “he wouldn’t dare to speak to me like this.”
This simple sentence pierced Wang Yi's taut nerves more than the sharpest sword!
"Arrogant old dog!!"
"Then let the World Society be buried with my grandfather!"
Wang Yi's face was twisted, as ferocious as a demon from the depths of hell!
He suddenly let out a roar that was not human, his arm muscles bulged, and he poured all his Qi and the resentful power inherited from Wang Ai into the Myriad Soul Banner without reservation!
The talismans wrapped around the banner pole emitted a blinding, eerie green light!
He raised his arms high and hurled the Myriad Souls Banner with all his might toward the dome in the center of the office!
The banner swelled in the wind!
The pitch-black banner stretched wildly, expanding in an instant to cover most of the ceiling!
Feng Zhenghao's pupils contracted slightly, and the Yin Snake at his fingertips instantly swelled, its purplish-black light intensifying as it prepared to meet this devastating impact!
However, just as the filthy torrent of souls devouring the heavens was about to engulf everything—
Swish——!!!
First came a faint, yet sharp, tearing sound that seemed to pierce the soul! Then!
Boom--!!!
A thunderbolt of power, whose force could not be described in words, instantly tore apart the skyscraper's incredibly sturdy alloy dome!
It did not originate from the gloomy sky, but rather seemed to condense the most yang and powerful will of all things in the world! Pure! Condensed! Blazing white! As thick as a pillar of lava toppled by a god! With an unparalleled divine power to judge all evil and purify filth, it forcefully penetrated!
Time seemed to freeze at that moment!
The blazing white pure yang lightning, containing the power of destruction and rebirth, struck the core of the Myriad Soul Banner with perfect precision and with tremendous force, which was frantically pouring out filth!
*Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!*