165: Chapter 165 Returning the favor

Xu Changsheng sneered, "What did you say? Is 'Fellow Daoist Xu' something you can just say?"

He formed a hand seal.

In the next moment, Lai Tianxiang's Divine Soul felt as if it had been struck by a heavy blow.

"Ah!"

His expression was one of unbearable agony, his soul Qi dissipated in all directions, and he manifested two arms to clutch his head.

"It's Master, this servant knows his mistake!"

He gave a cold snort: "Whatever is to be done, look to Tanger's arrangements. Your existence, and the life or death of these people, I will not involve myself in."

Having said that.

He beckoned and threw a pitch-black, palm-sized bell toward Xie Wantang before walking out of the hall.

The thousand soul banner hovered in the mid-air of the hall, restricting Lai Tianxiang's movements.

Xie Wantang's skirt swayed in the wind, revealing a section of her snowy-white calf. Looking at the departing Xu Changsheng, she whispered, "Thank you."

Turning back, seeing her Family's exterminator meeting her again in this manner, a curl formed at the corner of her mouth.

Seeing this.

Lai Tianxiang's soul body trembled: "Xie, Xie Family Head, what are you going to do?"

Xie Wantang's red lips were tightly closed as she walked over gracefully, a brilliant smile on her face.

Lai Tianxiang turned pale with fright, his soul Qi flickering. He had previously suffered Divine Soul torture far exceeding physical damage, and the spirit in his mind had long since vanished.

"Xie Family Head, don't act recklessly. I am now Master's third-ranked Primary Soul. If you destroy me, he won't be happy."

"Of course I won't act recklessly; Husband Xu gave me this."

Xie Wantang held up the black bell in her hand.

Lai Tianxiang chuckled awkwardly: "This Soul-Controlling Bell was specially made by Master; it can control part of the thousand soul banner's abilities."

"Is that so? Let me try."

Shaking the bell, the surface of the thousand soul banner flashed with an eerie black light, and another Divine Soul flew out.

"Ah!"

Lai Tianxiang once again suffered immense pain on the Divine Soul level, and he manifested his hands again.

He pleaded for mercy: "Xie Family Head, spare my life."

Xie Wantang acted as if she hadn't heard, suddenly increasing the intensity of the bell's shaking.

"Clang, clang, clang."

To Lai Tianxiang's ears, the crisp sound of the bell was like a death-dealing murmur.

His soul Qi dissipated rapidly, and his entire soul body became transparent.

Just as Lai Tianxiang was about to dissipate, the bell sound stopped abruptly.

Lai Tianxiang panted heavily, looking at Xie Wantang in terror.

He was terrified this woman would give him another go, for then he would truly dissipate completely from the world, without even a chance for Reincarnation and Rebirth.

"Thank you, Xie Family Head, for your mercy."

"Hmm?"

Xie Wantang held a Spiritual Sword, its tip pointing at the people before her.

"Thud!"

A sword light flashed, and the heads of the several leading elders of the Family were instantly sliced off.

Blood flowed freely, and the smell of blood instantly filled the entire hall.

She looked coldly at Lai Tianxiang: "How is it? Is this 'giving them a taste of their own medicine' also an act of mercy?"

Lai Tianxiang's pupils suddenly constricted.

A feeling of anger but helplessness rose within him, the smile on his face freezing: "It counts, of course it counts. Xie Family Head letting them go to be reincarnated is considered giving them a good destination."

After he finished speaking.

All the members of the Lai Family looked at their former Family head with eyes nearly splitting from rage.

"Are those even the words of a human!"

"Dragging out a miserable existence in the soul banner yourself, yet complacently sending your own clansmen down the road to the Yellow Springs!"

"To think I risked my life for a Family head like you, I was truly blind."

However, under the Silencing Technique, their curses could not be uttered; they could only show extremely exaggerated and distorted expressions.

Lai Tianxiang sighed inwardly; this was all for the good of the Lai Family. At this moment, the Lai Family was the meat on the chopping block.

If he could make Xie Wantang happy, perhaps she would spare the Juniors of the Family later. As long as the strength of the younger generation was preserved, who knew if they could make a comeback in the future.

Xie Wantang's smile grew even wider, tinged with a bit of madness: "Is that so? How about this? Or this?"

Once again, her sword rose and fell, and several more heads hit the ground.

"Excellent!"

"Hahaha!" Xie Wantang's smile blossomed, laughing like a madwoman.

Even when she was on the verge of perishing, she had never had such an expression.

The grievances, pain, and torture of these years all seemed to be vented at this moment!

The Spiritual Sword traced an arc in the air, slaying the last few youths of the Lai Family.

"How is it! How is this any different from when you killed the youths of my Xie Family?"

"No, no difference at all. Xie Family Head, please, just go ahead."

"Giggle, the once wise and powerful Head of the Lai Family is now like a turtle hiding in its shell. It truly brings this concubine joy!"

...

Half an hour later.

Aside from Xie Wantang, there were no living things left in the hall.

The air was as thick as blood, every breath carrying a metallic sweetness.

Everywhere the eye could see was dark red. Amidst the floor full of blood, the eyes of each Lai Family member's head were either wide open or tightly shut.

Xie Wantang took out an exquisite handkerchief and wiped the Spiritual Sword in her hand.

The thousand soul banner spun in mid-air, refining the souls of every Lai Family member.

Lai Tianxiang clenched his non-existent back molars, his pitch-black pupils looking as if they were about to spit fire.

"How is it? Xie Family Head, are you satisfied with what this concubine has done?"

"Satisfied..."

"My foot! You shameless bitch!"

Lai Tianxiang completely lost control of his emotions. The clansmen in the hall were the pillars of their Family and the foundation of its rise.

They had all been killed by Xie Wantang just like that, and the last sliver of hope in his heart was extinguished.

His paper-thin soul body released a brilliant black light, attempting to break free from the surrounding soul rings.

"I'll kill you!"

Seeing that Lai Tianxiang could finally no longer keep up the act, Xie Wantang's mood lightened.

"Giggle, I thought the Head of the Lai Family had really turned into a turtle in the soul banner, but it turns out it was all an act."

Looking at Lai Tianxiang, who was trying to break through the soul banner's restrictions to no avail.

Xie Wantang's shattered and fragmented face gradually mended, returning to its previous dignified and virtuous appearance.

"Next, it's time for the Head of the Lai Family to be on his way."

She shook the bell in her hand.

The light tinkling echoed in the blood-misted hall, the solemn and eerie atmosphere reaching its peak.

Lai Tianxiang's expression changed drastically, and he immediately pleaded for mercy: "Xie Family Head, I was wrong. Let me go, I still want to work for you and Master."

"There's no need. Husband Xu doesn't need a disloyal subordinate like you."

With the final tinkle, Lai Tianxiang vanished into thin air like morning mist meeting the rising sun.

This rising star of the Foundation Establishment, who had dominated the Ancient Wood Mountain Range for ten years, completely dissipated from the world.

Xie Wantang cast a disgusted glance at the scattered corpses. Raising her delicate hand, she cast a Great Cleansing Technique, cleaning the hall.

Everything was restored to its original state.

She stared blankly at the beams of the hall's ceiling, unsure of what she was thinking.

Just then.

An astonishing Spiritual Pressure came from above the hall.

Her willow-leaf brows instantly furrowed.

"This aura... No, it's Mo Qingxue!"

She turned and walked out of the hall.

Outside the main hall.

The sky was clear and the air was fresh, with not a cloud for ten thousand miles.

The nauseating smell of blood had vanished, but the Spiritual Pressure of Mo Qingxue's Foundation Establishment Late Stage could be clearly perceived.

A stunning young girl in a snowy-white palace dress was sitting sideways on a giant elephant puppet, looking down at Xu Changsheng, who was sitting on the eaves of the hall's roof.