Hearing Fang Meng’ao’s words, Fourth Uncle Fang’s eyes widened.
Did he even realize what he was saying? A cultivator who had reached the Origin Spirit Realm in just four steps—and a realm so profound that even he couldn’t comprehend it—was not someone who could be killed so easily.
What they should be thinking about now wasn’t how to kill the man in front of them, but how to survive and escape from his hands.
“Meng’ao, run! Head toward the Heavenly Dao Sect! I’ll hold him off!” Fourth Uncle Fang suddenly roared.
“Fourth Uncle, what are you saying? Why would we run? Now’s the time—kill him, kill him!” Fang Meng’ao was already losing his mind.
Fourth Uncle didn’t bother listening to his nonsense. He slammed a palm onto Fang Meng’ao’s back, releasing a powerful force that instantly launched him toward the edge of the trapping formation, trying to push him beyond its boundaries.
At the same time, a surge of blood-colored mist exploded from Fourth Uncle’s body. It was a forbidden technique he had found in a ruin—capable of instantly burning everything within him to elevate his cultivation to its peak in one breath.
“Ten Thousand Ghosts Devour the Soul!”
Fourth Uncle roared as he unleashed his strongest move. Countless vengeful spirits erupted from his body. After absorbing the blood mist, they grew even more ferocious and terrifying, swarming straight toward Ling Yun.
With today’s ambush on Ling Yun, the Fang family had already formed an irreconcilable enmity with him. Holding a grudge against such a genius was extremely dangerous. If he ever rose to power, he would become a dire threat to the Fang family.
But even geniuses had to live long enough to grow.
That was what Fourth Uncle was betting on—using everything he had to leave Ling Yun dead on the spot. Even if he failed to kill him, he had to at least delay his advancement.
As long as Fang Meng’ao escaped alive, the Fang family would go all-in to deal with Ling Yun. Furthermore, for Ling Yun to reach the Origin Spirit Realm in just four steps, he definitely harbored an enormous secret. Even the Heavenly Dao Sect would be interested in such a thing.
No matter how strange or powerful Ling Yun’s Origin Spirit Realm might be, it was still just the Origin Spirit Realm. If the Fang family or a Heavenly Dao Sect powerhouse got involved, capturing him wouldn’t be difficult. A genius who couldn’t grow posed no threat. In fact, the Fang family might even discover a new opportunity from him.
“You’ve got a plan, but you seem to have overlooked one very important question—can you stop me?”
Ling Yun saw through Fourth Uncle’s intentions in an instant. With a twist of his left hand, the trapping formation around them suddenly radiated intense light. Fang Meng’ao’s body slammed hard into the formation’s barrier, instantly bursting his face into a bloody mess. The source of this chapter is novelping(.)com.
With Ling Yun’s current strength, seizing control of the formation took only a flick of thought. The very array Fang Meng’ao had set up to stop Ling Yun from escaping had now become a great moat that blocked his own retreat.
After cutting off Fang Meng’ao’s escape route, Ling Yun raised his hand and clawed toward Fourth Uncle’s direction. Upon entering the Origin Spirit Realm, one could partially manipulate the power of heaven and earth. This was exactly why the Origin Spirit Realm was leagues above the Gang Qi Realm.
As Ling Yun’s hand clawed forward, a massive golden hand appeared in the void, sweeping down upon the ferocious sea of ghosts.
The blood-red, savage vengeful spirits dissolved the moment they touched the golden hand, like snowflakes melting against fire. Furthermore, the golden hand radiated an irresistible pull, drawing the remaining ghosts straight into its grasp.
No matter how the spirits screamed or struggled, they couldn’t shake the golden hand in the slightest. Once the spirits were completely devoured, the golden hand’s momentum didn’t stop—it slammed straight into Fourth Uncle Fang, smashing him out of the air.
“How… how is this possible?” Fourth Uncle spat a mouthful of blood as he crashed to the ground, eyes filled with disbelief.
He could tell—Ling Yun’s claw just now was a casual attack, not even a technique. But that casual claw had shattered his full-force strike using a forbidden technique. Such terrifying strength… not even the so-called Holy Sons of top sects could reach this level while still in the Origin Spirit Realm.
“This… this can’t be real!” Fang Meng’ao was just as stunned, his soul practically flying out of his body.
He had thought bringing his Fourth Uncle, a peak Origin Spirit Realm cultivator, would make killing the now powerless Xu Aozi a sure thing. He never expected the other party to be a hidden monster, turning the tables in a single move and suppressing his Fourth Uncle with ease.
“I had no intention of becoming your enemy, but since you delivered yourselves to my door, I have no choice but to erase you.”
Ling Yun raised his hand again. Heaven and earth’s power gathered in his palm, forming another golden hand that slammed down toward the two of them.
Having already used a forbidden technique, Fourth Uncle Fang couldn’t hold on any longer and was instantly crushed into a mist of blood.
A flash of light surged up from Fang Meng’ao, momentarily blocking the golden hand. Pill Peak and the Fang family had both left him protective measures, which prevented him from being killed outright. But with those protections breaking, it was only a matter of time before he too was erased.
“Spare… spare me!” Fang Meng’ao’s arrogance vanished as he begged for his life.
Ling Yun said nothing. With a flick of his right hand, the protective charms from Pill Peak and the Fang family shattered.
“Xu Aozi, even if you kill me, what does it matter? From this day forward, my Fang family will hunt you to the ends of the earth!” As the golden hand crushed him into a bloody mist, Fang Meng’ao cursed with his final breath.
A streak of blood light flew from his shattered body, darting toward Ling Yun. It was the Fang family’s Blood Kill Order—every direct descendant carried one. Anyone who killed them would be marked by this light.
Unless suppressed by special methods, the Blood Kill Order would alert all Fang family disciples within 100 li, triggering a pursuit.
Unfortunately, that wouldn’t work on Ling Yun.
A Dao rune appeared in the void, standing between Ling Yun and the blood light. As soon as the light touched the rune, it flickered briefly, then spun off course and crashed to the ground, dispersing silently.
With the battle now over, Ling Yun retrieved a jade token from his robes—the one he had received from Master Xueyue.
“I was still wondering how to handle this jade token… turns out the opportunity delivered itself.”
With a gentle squeeze, the jade token in his hand shattered into several pieces.
Tossing the fragments casually onto the ground, Ling Yun struck the battlefield with another palm, stirring it into chaos before turning away and heading toward Xiangdao City.
“From now on, Xu Aozi no longer exists in this world.”