187: Chapter 187 The Demise of the Li Family

Deputy Director Shen Jinghong knelt in mid-air, trembling like chaff.

He regretted it; he regretted it so much his guts turned green.

Had he known Martial God Han Qingcang could Breakthrough to Martial God, he wouldn't have dared to come to the Han Family to throw his weight around, even if he were given a hundred times the courage.

"Senior Han, this Junior was wrong. Please, spare this Junior's dog life..."

Deputy Director Shen Jinghong's voice was choked with sobs as he kowtowed continuously while kneeling in the Void Realm.

Martial God Han Qingcang looked down at him, his eyes devoid of any pity.

"Spare you?"

He said indifferently, "You have targeted my Han Family multiple times, and today you even bullied your way to our doorstep. If I were to spare you, wouldn't every Tom, Dick, and Harry dare to come and run wild in our Han Family in the future?"

Before the words fell, Martial God Han Qingcang raised his hand and pointed a finger.

"No—!"

In Deputy Director Shen Jinghong's terrified eyes, a silver-purple bolt of lightning shot out, piercing directly through his Dantian.

"Ah..."

Deputy Director Shen Jinghong let out a shrill scream, his body arching violently like a boiled shrimp.

His Aura plummeted instantly like a deflated balloon.

Martial Saint, Martial Venerable, Martial Emperor, Martial King...

His hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye, deep wrinkles appeared on his face, his skin sagged, and he instantly aged several decades.

From a four-star Martial Saint to a cripple in just a single breath.

Deputy Director Shen Jinghong lay limp in the Void Realm, his eyes hollow, lips trembling, unable to say another word.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

Everyone watching this scene felt a deep chill rise in their hearts.

Crippling a Martial Saint's Dantian was even crueler than killing him.

Martial God Han Qingcang waved his hand, and Deputy Director Shen Jinghong's body flew like a dead dog to the few Martial Venerables who had come with him, without sparing him another glance.

Those Martial Venerable experts from the Recruitment Department hurriedly caught him, their expressions complex as they looked at Deputy Director Shen Jinghong's miserable state.

Martial God Han Qingcang withdrew his gaze and looked toward the direction of the Li Family.

His Divine Sense spanned dozens of miles, passing through the layers of the Li Family's Formation, and saw everything in the secret chamber.

Patriarch Li Beicang's arms covered in black scales, and Li Cangqiong's face as pale as paper.

"Li Cangqiong."

Martial God Han Qingcang's voice exploded above the Li Family like a thunderclap.

Li Cangqiong's body trembled violently, his expression extremely ugly.

He knew that what was meant to come would come eventually.

"Martial God Han Qingcang, you..."

He wanted to say something, but found his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

Martial God Han Qingcang did not give him a chance to speak and grabbed the air with his hand.

"Boom!"

The Li Family's defensive Formation shattered like paper, and a figure was forcibly pulled from the depths of the secret chamber, suspended in mid-air.

It was Patriarch Li Beicang.

His arms were covered in fine black scales, his ten fingers curled like eagle claws, and his sharp fingernails gleamed with a cold metallic luster.

Those were not human arms; they were the limbs of a Yao Beast.

"Blood Demon Art?"

"Patriarch Li Beicang Cultivated the Blood Demon Art?"

"The head of the dignified Modu Li Family actually Cultivated the Blood Demon Art?"

Countless Divine Thoughts intertwined in the Void Realm, filled with shock, horror, and disbelief.

Patriarch Li Beicang's face was as pale as paper; he kept his head down, daring not to look at anyone.

Martial God Han Qingcang's gaze fell on his arms, a trace of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"The Li Family has quite the audacity."

His voice was not loud, but it pierced into the heart of every Li Family member like an ice pick.

Li Cangqiong rushed out from the secret chamber, suspended in mid-air with an ashen face.

"Martial God Han Qingcang, you..."

"Shut up."

Martial God Han Qingcang glanced at him indifferently, and Li Cangqiong's voice came to an abrupt halt, his body stiffening in place, unable to move.

The Aura of a Martial God was not something a Peak Martial Saint could withstand.

Martial God Han Qingcang raised his hand, his fingers curling slightly in the air.

Patriarch Li Beicang's body stiffened violently, an invisible force binding him tightly.

"Martial God Han Qingcang! You cannot kill me! I am the head of the Li Family! Even if I Cultivated the Blood Demon Art, it should be decided by the Martial Arts Alliance."

Patriarch Li Beicang struggled unwillingly, his eyes full of crazy hatred.

Martial God Han Qingcang ignored him, his gaze turning to the people of Modu Base City.

"Cultivating the Blood Demon Art, defecting to the Blood Demon Alliance, and harming one's own kin—such crimes deserve death."

His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable majesty that resonated in everyone's ears.

"Today, this old man shall act on behalf of heaven."

Before the words fell, Martial God Han Qingcang struck out with a palm.

Silver-purple lightning condensed in his palm, turning into a dazzling bolt of lightning that blasted toward Patriarch Li Beicang.

"No—!"

Patriarch Li Beicang let out a desperate scream as the lightning struck him, his body exploding instantly into a mist of blood.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

Everyone stared with wide eyes, looking at this scene in disbelief.

Patriarch Li Beicang was dead?

The head of the dignified Modu Li Family just died like this?

"Martial God Han Qingcang, I will fight you to the death!"

Watching his eldest son explode into a mist of blood, Li Cangqiong's eyes turned red as he roared, the Aura of a nine-star Peak Martial Saint erupting violently.

The crimson Law of Fire surged madly around his body, condensing into a Dragon hundreds of feet long, roaring as it pounced toward Martial God Han Qingcang.

Wherever the Dragon passed, space distorted, and the air was filled with a scorching Aura.

This strike contained all of Li Cangqiong's life-long Cultivation; it was his all-out attack.

Martial God Han Qingcang stood in place, unmoved.

He looked at the roaring Dragon, his eyes devoid of any ripples.

"Mayflies shaking a tree."

He said indifferently, waving his hand.

A bolt of silver-purple lightning blasted from his palm, colliding violently with the Dragon.

"Boom—!"

The earth-shattering roar shook the entire Modu Base City.

The Dragon was like paper before the lightning, instantly shattering and dissipating into sparks of fire that filled the sky.

The remaining force of the lightning did not diminish, striking Li Cangqiong directly in the chest.

"Pfft..."

Li Cangqiong spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the ruins of the Li Family.

A charred hole exploded in his chest; his clothes were shredded, his body was scorched black, and smoke was rising from him.

"Father (Old Patriarch)!"

Li Beishan, Li Beixiong, and the remaining Elders changed color drastically, rushing forward one after another to help Li Cangqiong up from the ruins.

Li Cangqiong struggled to stand up, his face as pale as paper, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

He wanted to say something, but only spat out a few mouthfuls of black blood, unable to utter a single word.

Martial God Han Qingcang watched him, his eyes devoid of any pity.

"Li Cangqiong, you indulged your descendants in Cultivating the Blood Demon Art; your crimes are unforgivable."

He raised his hand and pointed a finger.

A silver-purple bolt of lightning shot from his fingertip, silently sinking into Li Cangqiong's glabella.

Li Cangqiong's body stiffened violently, the light in his eyes gradually fading.

His lips trembled a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but he could no longer make any sound.

His body slowly fell, hitting the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The Li Family's Old Ancestor, a Peak Martial Saint, had fallen.

The Li Family was finished.

This was the shared thought in everyone's hearts.

Li Beishan and Li Beixiong held their father's corpse, fists clenched tight, eyes red, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Resentment, unwillingness, grief, and fear—all kinds of emotions intertwined, almost swallowing them whole.

But they dared not move.

Martial God Han Qingcang stood there, his gray robes flapping in the wind, silver-purple lightning circulating around him like an invincible deity.

A Martial God; that was a height they could never reach in this lifetime.

After Li Cangqiong fell, Martial God Han Qingcang did not stop there; since a deadly feud had been formed, he had to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots.

He waved his hand, and a sky full of lightning snakes poured down, completely engulfing the Li Family estate.

Li Beishan, Li Beixiong, and all the direct-line Elders present were reduced to ashes in the lightning.

The Li Family had stood in Modu for hundreds of years, yet it was destroyed in a single day, not even a complete piece of rubble remaining.

The whole city was deathly silent.

The onlookers from various factions even forgot to breathe.

They had thought Martial God Han Qingcang would respect the rules of the Alliance and not dare to do anything to the rest of the Li Family, but they had not expected this newly advanced Martial God to be so ruthless.

Gu Qingcheng watched her son, Li Weifeng, and the Li Family members vanish into nothingness, her body trembling slightly, her teeth clenched, knuckles white on her tightly gripped fists, but she dared not say a word.

Martial God Han Qingcang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the various factions of Modu Base City.

"From this day on, there is no more Li Family in Modu."

His voice spread throughout the entire Base City, "All of the Li Family's assets will be taken over by the Han Family. Does anyone have any objections?"

No one spoke.

And no one dared to speak.

A Martial God-level expert had the qualifications to say those words.

Huang Lifeng had already been helped up by his two subordinates at this moment, his face pale, clothes tattered, a charred wound still remaining on his chest.

A trace of hatred flashed in his eyes as he looked at Martial God Han Qingcang, but he said nothing, secretly crushing a jade talisman.

Martial God Han Qingcang scanned the area with his Divine Sense, and seeing no one speak, he nodded with satisfaction, his figure instantly disappearing as he returned to the Han Family.

His Divine Sense also discovered many Blood Demon Alliance members hidden in Modu, and there were even Martial Saint experts among them, but he paid them no mind.