Killing the Pang Family Patriarch, Setting Off for Qingzhou

He stared at Su Yueli, the greed in the depths of his eyes practically overflowing. “Su Yueli, I must admit you are indeed a bit strange...”

“How about this? As long as you hand over the secret to staying young inside the forbidden land, I can make the decision to write off all the past grudges between you and the Pang family. I will no longer pursue the matter of Lei'er's death either.”

Hearing this, Su Yueli laughed out loud.

What vengeance for a son's death? What prestige of a great family? In the face of longevity and eternal youth, they were nothing but a joke.

As expected, there was no blood feud in this world that could not be resolved. In the end, it was simply because the bargaining chip offered wasn't large enough.

As long as the stakes were high enough, even the life of one's own biological son could be explicitly priced and traded away.

“Patriarch Pang, if your dead son knew in the underworld that his own father used his life as a bargaining chip to trade for longevity, he would probably be angry enough to burst right out of his coffin.” Su Yueli massaged her wrists, her voice dripping with mockery.

Pang Jinbiao’s face instantly darkened, flying into a rage from the humiliation. “You don't know what's good for you! Do it! Tear off her limbs, but leave her alive!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the three Seventh Realm elders and a trusted confidant behind him let out low growls and surged forward simultaneously.

Four waves of dense Seventh Realm blood qi pressed down like an overwhelming mountain wave, instantly locking down all of Su Yueli’s escape routes.

The combined attack of four Seventh Realm Grandmasters would have indeed been an absolute, inescapable death trap for the Su Yueli of thirty-five years ago.

But now?

Facing the four people lunging at her, Su Yueli stood her ground and narrowed her eyes.

Only when the wind from their fists completely tore through the air and drew near her face did she throw a punch forward.

Mountain Splitter.

The pure, ultimate Tenth Realm Martial God blood qi erupted violently, requiring no fancy tricks whatsoever.

The two Seventh Realm elders rushing at the very front shrieked as their protective blood qi collapsed instantly like paper. Their entire bodies were blasted into a mist of blood on the spot by the powerful short-range force.

The two behind them were directly struck by the wild shockwaves, flying backward like broken stalks of straw. With every bone in their bodies shattered to pieces, they drew their last breaths on the spot.

A single punch, instantly killing four Seventh Realm experts.

The rocky clearing instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Pang Jinbiao was completely dumbfounded, his confident, sinister sneer freezing on his weathered face.

“You... you are actually in the Ninth Realm? No, impossible! Instantly killing four Seventh Realm experts with one punch... could you be a Tenth Realm Martial God?!”

Pang Jinbiao shook his head frantically, his voice tinged with a trace of terror. “This is absolutely impossible! Thirty-five years ago, you were at most twenty years old! In thousands of years of mortal martial arts history, how could there ever be such a young Martial God?!”

But the cruel reality left him with no choice but to believe.

“I will fight you to the death!”

Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Pang Jinbiao gritted his teeth, a look of resolve flashing in his eyes.

He suddenly reached out and drew a golden saber that radiated a chilling, oppressive pressure from the black cloth on his back.

This was the heirloom of the Pang family passed down through generations—a Heaven-grade low-rank divine weapon!

“Die for me!”

His peak Ninth Realm blood qi poured into the golden saber without reservation. Holding the saber with both hands, Pang Jinbiao slashed down ruthlessly at Su Yueli with absolute killing intent.

This single strike was powerful enough to slice a small mountain in half.

Su Yueli's expression remained calm, and she even found it a bit dull.

Under Pang Jinbiao’s horrified gaze, Su Yueli raised her right hand, pressed her fingers together into a blade with Xiaohei, and sliced upward to meet the descending golden saber.

Heaven-grade mid-rank against Heaven-grade low-rank; the outcome was completely without suspense.

A crisp shattering sound echoed as the golden saber, which had been passed down in the Pang family for a century, instantly blew apart upon impact, turning into countless golden fragments that flew in all directions.

“What?!”

Pang Jinbiao spat out a large mouthful of blood, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning.

Before he could even react, Su Yueli's fist blade, gleaming with a dark golden light, punched heavily into his chest.

The perfected short-range force erupted instantly through Xiaohei.

Pang Jinbiao’s breastbone caved in completely as it was pierced through, and the meridians across more than half of his body were instantly shattered.

He flew backward and slammed into the stone wall, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.

“Tenth Realm... You really are a Tenth Realm Martial God... And the weapon in your hand is also Heaven-grade, and its grade is even higher than mine...”

Pang Jinbiao's eyes were filled with absolute terror and despair.

He had bitter-cultivated for most of his life, thinking that stepping into the Ninth Realm meant he had reached the peak of the mortal world. Yet, in front of this woman, he was as weak as a three-year-old child.

Escape! He had to escape!

Enduring the excruciating pain, Pang Jinbiao bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood, executing a life-saving secret technique to flee toward the Imperial City.

“Only thinking of leaving now? Isn't it a bit too late?”

Su Yueli's voice echoed eerily beside his ear.

Before Pang Jinbiao could even run a hundred meters, a green afterimage instantly blocked his path.

With cold eyes, Su Yueli threw a punch, her violent force directly blasting Pang Jinbiao's head apart.

The patriarch of the Pang family, one of the Four Great Families of the Imperial City, had fallen.

Su Yueli withdrew her fist and glanced at the scattered fragments of the golden weapon on the ground, shaking her head helplessly. “What a pity for this Heaven-grade weapon. It was destroyed just like that. Xiaohei, you struck way too hard just now.”

The fist blade on her right hand trembled slightly twice, its dark golden patterns flickering as it transmitted an extremely confused and innocent thought, as if saying: It was too fragile, you can't blame me.

Immediately after, the blood-red patterns on Xiaohei's surface began to wriggle again.

From the corpses of Pang Jinbiao and the Seventh Realm elders on the ground, a massive amount of dense blood qi began to surge frantically into Xiaohei's body.

Halfway through devouring, Xiaohei seemed to think of something and sent a highly flattering mental fluctuation to Su Yueli.

It seemed to say: Boss, the blood qi of a Ninth Realm expert is extremely nourishing. Do you want to have a few bites too?

Su Yueli's eyelids twitched, and she slapped the fist blade in annoyance. “Get lost. Demon beast flesh is one thing, but I can't bring myself to consume human blood qi. Eat it yourself.”

Xiaohei wasn't angry at being slapped. Instead, it cheerfully let out a series of hums and began to gorge itself.

The blood qi of a peak Ninth Realm expert and four Seventh Realm Grandmasters was an incredible tonic for a mortal weapon.

In just a brief moment, the corpses on the ground were completely reduced to shriveled, dried husks.

Meanwhile, the dark golden glow on Xiaohei's surface completely solidified. Its foundation as a Heaven-grade mid-rank weapon became incredibly dense at this moment, growing significantly stronger, and its killing intent faintly showed signs of breaking through to an even higher level.

“You really got to eat your fill this time,” Su Yueli said, looking at the high-spirited fist blade with a wry smile.

Xiaohei spun happily in her palm, expressing its joy.

Su Yueli massaged her wrists. With Pang Jinbiao dead, the high-end martial path combat power of the Pang family was practically wiped out. In the short term, no one from the Imperial City would have the courage to trouble her again.

She hadn't been back in thirty-five years. She wondered what Qingzhou City looked like now.

Su Yueli did not delay any longer. Activating her movement technique, she instantly vanished into the mountains, setting off for Qingzhou City.

However, not long after Su Yueli left.

In the shadow of a towering ancient tree near the entrance, the space warped slightly, and an inner palace guard dressed in a black robe slowly stepped out.

This person did not have any fluctuations of blood qi around him, but he was standing atop a flying sword that radiated a faint spiritual light. He was clearly a cultivator.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with an unmaskable horror.

“A mortal Tenth Realm... A Martial God has been born... Even a Heaven-grade weapon was shattered by her single punch...”

The black-robed guard gasped, casting a glance at the dried corpses on the ground. How could he dare to linger any longer?

He immediately formed a hand seal, transforming into a streak of light as he flew toward the Great Li Imperial City.

Soon, in a secret room deep within the imperial palace.

The Fourth Prince, Zhao Yan, who was in closed-door cultivation, slowly opened his eyes. He frowned slightly as he looked at the black-robed guard kneeling before him.

“Why are you in such a panic? Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on the Cangyun ruins?”

The black-robed guard swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice, “Reporting to the Fourth Prince... That woman, after thirty-five years, not only came out alive, but...”

“But she just killed the Ninth Realm Pang Jinbiao and all his men right at the entrance of the ruins!”