Wang Lin had never felt this kind of pain before. It was a heart-wrenching pain. It was as if all the blood in his body had been sucked out of his body and waves of dizziness filled his heart.
Wang Lin endured this inexplicable pain as he moved quickly. Seeing the three people chasing after him, his eyes became cold as he changed directions and flew toward the Shiyin Sect.
Four rays of light flew across the Jue Ming Valley at an extremely fast speed.
Panic and helplessness were the only thoughts left in Wang Hao and Wang Zhuo's minds. The two of them didn't even dare to move as they watched Wang Tao and his sister die on the spot.
The sage-like cultivator revealed a complicated expression. He let out a sigh and turned his head away.
Teng Huayuan walked through the door with a grin. He closed his hand and a purple ripple spread out. The ripple surrounded the entire house, making it impossible for the people inside to escape.
Shortly after, he walked into the closest room. This was where the servants lived. Waves of miserable screams came from the room and yellow smoke came out of the room and was inhaled by the flag.
The painful faces of seven or eight Wang family servants appeared on the flag.
Teng Huayuan didn't stop and walked into the next room. More screams came out. Wang Hao's body trembled. He wanted to resist, but he couldn't say a word.
Soon, all of the servants became ghosts. Teng Huayuan's expression became even more ferocious. Most of the Wang family members were alarmed by the screams and wanted to go out to check. However, they were horrified to find that all of the rooms were surrounded by a purple light and they couldn't go out.
They could only hear waves of miserable screams coming from outside. This fear of the unknown caused all of the Wang family members to tremble.
Teng Huayuan muttered to himself, "Li Er, since that person killed you, I'll kill his entire family to get revenge for you." With that, he stepped into another room.
Wang Hao's body shook violently, as if there was a surge of energy rushing out of his body. His mind was shaken, and he recklessly took a few steps forward, shouting, "No …"
Teng Huayuan turned around and sneered. He waved his right hand and the house turned to dust, revealing a man and woman with terrified expressions.
This man and woman were none other than Wang Lin's third uncle and third aunt, Wang Hao's parents.
Teng Huayuan's right hand reached out and Wang Hao's father's body flew into the air. Wang Hao's father grabbed his neck and his face turned red. He opened his mouth to reveal a painful expression.
Wang Hao's eyes were bloodshot as tears streamed down his face. He let out a loud roar and was about to rush out when Wang Zhuo grabbed him. Wang Zhuo held Wang Hao down and whispered, "Wang Hao, don't be impulsive. The opponent is a Nascent Soul old monster."
Teng Huayuan sneered and withdrew his right hand. With a bang, Wang Hao's father's head turned into a mist of blood and his body fell to the ground. His soul left his body and was absorbed by the black flag.
"No!!" Wang Hao's voice was hoarse.
He felt as if his chest had been hit by a giant rock. He coughed out a mouthful of blood as he stared at his father's body and muttered, "Why … Why …"
Teng Huayuan reached out again and grabbed Wang Hao's mother. He crushed her head and threw her body in front of Wang Hao.
Wang Hao's body trembled and he coughed out another mouthful of blood. His entire body collapsed as he hugged his mother's body. Tears flowed down his face as he stared at Teng Huayuan and roared, "Why!!!"
Teng Huayuan's face was gloomy. He waved his sleeves and the entire Wang family mansion turned to dust. There were about 40 people left on the ground. They were all members of the Wang family.
They were all panicking and the women couldn't help but cry out loud.
Aside from the living, the ground was filled with headless corpses.
Teng Huayuan grinned and grabbed one of the people. He was Wang Lin's father's third uncle and was the oldest person in the Wang family.
As everyone screamed, his soul was extracted by Teng Huayuan and he died a miserable death.
Wang Hao stared dumbfoundedly at everything before him. He didn't notice that Wang Zhuo's hand had already left a bloody mark on his arm. Wang Zhuo didn't dare to look at his parents' eyes. His body trembled as he lowered his head. His eyes were bloodshot.
The crowd began to cry. Wang Lin's fourth uncle had spent half his life in the wilderness, so he was much more courageous than most people. He let out a sad smile as if he had thought it through. He was all alone. His wife had died a year ago and his son had been sent to a sect to train, so he decided to throw caution to the wind and loudly asked, "What are you doing?
He shouted, "Supreme Celestial, how did our Wang family offend you? We mortals are like ants in your eyes, but even if we are ants, you have to let us understand why we are doing all of this!"
The sage-like cultivator was surprised. His eyes lit up as he observed the middle-aged man.
"Why?" Teng Huayuan's hand pointed a few more times and several more people died. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
"Your Wang family produced someone who dared to kill my great-great-grandson, so I'll wipe out his entire family!" With that, he slammed his hand down, causing the ground to tremble and more than 10 people to die on the spot.
Wang Hao broke free from Wang Zhuo and was about to charge forward when Wang Zhuo caught up and pressed him to the ground. Wang Zhuo's face was covered in tears as he whispered, "Wang Hao, no matter what happened in the past, we have to live. Only by living can we get revenge!"
Wang Lin's fourth uncle let out a sad smile and said, "Supreme Celestial, how could anyone in my Wang family kill your great-great-grandson? In these hundreds of years, my Wang family has only had three cultivators …" He suddenly paused as if he had thought of something.
Among the survivors, Wang Zhuo's father knelt on the ground and asked, "Supreme Celestial, is the person who killed your grandson named Wang Lin?"
Teng Huayuan's eyes became cold and he thought, "Wang Lin … So his name is Wang Lin!"
He looked at Wang Zhuo's father and grabbed Wang Zhuo's father in front of him. He stared into his father's eyes and said, word for word, "Tell me about this Wang Lin."
Wang Zhuo's father quickly told Teng Huayuan everything about Wang Lin, including where his parents lived. He viciously thought, "Die, all of you die. Even if you didn't kill him, the Wang family is gone. Your parents should be buried with them."
After Teng Huayuan heard this, he let out a laugh. He put his hands together and a ball of lightning appeared. He casually pushed it forward and a ripple spread out.
Wang Zhuo's father was the closest. The moment he touched the ripple, his body trembled and his clothes turned to dust. As the ripple spread out, everyone who touched it disappeared. Their souls were all absorbed by the black flag.
When the ripple was about to reach Wang Lin's fourth uncle, he had already closed his eyes. However, a gentle white light suddenly covered his body and blocked the ripple.
Teng Huayuan turned around and stared at the celestial-like cultivator.
The cultivator sighed and said, "Fellow cultivator Teng, leave this person. I have a use for him."
Teng Huayuan sneered. He pointed at Wang Zhuo and Wang Hao and said to the cultivator, "You won't interfere with the two of them, right?"
The cultivator chuckled. He looked at Teng Huayuan and said, "Fellow cultivator Teng, why do you ask when you already know the answer? If you had killed the two of them in front of me, I wouldn't have cared, but if senior Punnan Zi from the Xuan Dao Sect asks, I would have told him the truth."
Teng Huayuan looked at the cultivator. After a long time, he took a step and with a bang, the entire Wang family's home became a pile of ruins.
As for Wang Zhuo and company, he didn't even look at them. He followed the route he got from Wang Lin's home and flew away.
Wang Zhuo's body trembled as he stared at the ruins. After pondering for a while, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times. His forehead was broken and his face was covered in blood.
The current him had a ferocious expression on his face.
Wang Hao clenched his teeth and let out a miserable laugh. His body tilted and he fell to the ground.
Wang Zhuo picked up Wang Hao, bowed to the cultivator, and flew toward the Xuan Dao Sect. With the destruction of the Wang family, all his troubles were gone.
The cultivator let out a sigh and thought, "What a sin. I don't know if what I did was right or wrong … But that middle-aged man is very courageous. If I can save one, then so be it." Thinking about this, he waved his sleeves and disappeared from the Wang family's home with Wang Lin's fourth uncle.
Teng Huayuan arrived at Wang Lin's village in an instant. Behind him was a small black flag with the souls of the Wang family sealed inside. If you looked closely, you would see countless faces on the flag that were filled with painful expressions.
Mournful wails drifted out from the flag, and a chilly wind blew.
After arriving at the village, Teng Huayuan spread out his divine sense and immediately found Wang Lin's house. He let out a grin and charged down.
A quarter of an hour later, Teng Huayuan walked out of the Wang family's house. He hit the black chess piece with his right hand and the black chess piece suddenly grew larger. Teng Huayuan bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of Nascent Soul blood. The black chess piece immediately let out a ghostly wail and ripples appeared on the flag. Slowly, the ripples calmed down and revealed an image. In the image, Wang Lin was quickly moving through a dense forest.
Teng Huayuan let out a grin and pointed at the image.
As for Wang Lin, he was inexplicably scared as he led the three people chasing him toward the Shiyin's gathering place. Suddenly, he felt an unprecedented pain in his chest. It was as if his breath had been sucked out of his body. He let out a miserable groan, fell to the ground, and coughed out a mouthful of blood.
Pain!
Unimaginable pain!
Indescribable pain!
This kind of pain was like a tidal wave that drowned Wang Lin. Cultivators were very sensitive to certain things. At this moment, Wang Lin's heart was filled with panic that he had never felt before. He couldn't help but think of his parents' kind faces.
Shortly after, Wang Lin saw a scene that he would remember for the rest of his life.
"No!!!"
Two streams of blood flowed down from Wang Lin's eyes. His face was filled with pain and his body was trembling. Slivers of Yin spiritual energy rampaged through his body and went completely out of control. All of the plants within a radius of 100 feet turned into blue crystals. The spread of Yin spiritual energy continued to intensify.
At this moment, Wang Lin's "Ji" realm increased endlessly. The Ji Realm was a realm where there was nothing one couldn't do.