104: Bloodshed in the wasteland! The overlord vents his anger!

Wang Zhantian's roar, like the mournful howl of a wounded lone wolf, was filled with resentment and madness.

His once-majestic eyes were now completely invaded by blood vessels, turning into a terrifying crimson red.

The towering rage that had been forcibly suppressed in his chest by Su Chen and Ye Linghan, after their disappearance, lost all restraint and erupted like a volcano that had been accumulating pressure for ten thousand years!

He needed to vent!

He needed to kill!

He needed to use blood to wash away the profound humiliation that had just seared his very bones!

However, Su Chen and Ye Linghan were already gone.

He couldn't even find a trace of them.

That violent energy with nowhere to vent crashed wildly within his body, almost shattering his sanity completely.

"Family Head, please calm your anger!"

A Great Sage Ancestor, enduring the stabbing pain in his Divine Soul, flew forward, attempting to dissuade him.

Yet, how could Wang Zhantian heed any advice at this moment.

His gaze, like two of the sharpest butcher's blades, swept fiercely across the surrounding wasteland.

Those bandits who hadn't managed to escape in time due to the Wang Family fleet sealing the heavens and earth instantly became the sole target for him to vent his fury!

Although those Great Sages possessing quasi-emperor weapons had torn through space and fled immediately after the initial clash.

But on the scene, many "small fry" of the Saint and Saint King level remained!

After the Wang Family fleet descended, these people were all scared out of their wits, hiding in the shadows trembling, praying the Wang Family would spare their lives.

However, what awaited them was the thunderous wrath of the Northern Domain's overlord!

"Scum!"

A flash of cruel savagery passed through Wang Zhantian's crimson eyes.

"Didn't you all want the void immortal gold?"

"This lord will now send you on your way, so you can think about it slowly in the underworld!"

As his words fell.

The quasi-emperor divine sword in his hand emitted a clear, crisp hum, thirsting for blood!

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Zhantian's figure flickered, vanishing instantly from the flagship.

The next second, he appeared like a ghost before a Saint King expert who had just crawled out of a hidden pit, preparing to sneak away.

That Saint King was a revered Old Ancestor in his own region elsewhere.

But at this moment, before Wang Zhantian, he was like a chick with its throat seized.

"Wang... Family Head Wang, spare..."

His plea for mercy was only half-spoken.

A golden sword light, fast to the extreme, had already flashed past his neck.

"Pfft!"

A fine head soared into the sky.

Its face still retained an expression of ultimate fear and disbelief.

The headless corpse collapsed heavily to the ground.

Saint's blood stained the scorched earth beneath their feet, which had already turned to glass.

Wang Zhantian's face showed no expression; he didn't even glance at the corpse.

His crimson eyes had already locked onto the next target.

The slaughter had begun!

"Swoosh!"

His figure transformed into a golden bolt of deathly lightning, beginning a frenzied harvest across this sealed wasteland!

"No! Family Head Wang, we were just passing by!"

"Spare us! We'll never dare again!"

"Wang Zhantian! How dare you kill me! Behind me is..."

Screams, pleas, and threats rose and fell one after another.

But no matter what they said, the only response they received was a cold, merciless, annihilating golden sword light.

The might of a quasi-emperor weapon was displayed to the fullest in the hands of a quasi-emperor-level expert striking out in rage.

These Saints and Saint Kings, usually high and mighty, were as fragile as wheat in a field before Wang Zhantian.

With one sword strike, a swath fell.

Blood converged into streams.

Severed limbs and broken arms flew everywhere.

This wasteland, which had just experienced the devastation of a clash between quasi-emperor weapons, in the blink of an eye, transformed again into a bloody slaughterhouse of Asura.

On the Wang Family fleet.

Those Elders and guards, watching their Family Head unleashing slaughter like a demon god descending to the mortal world, felt the humiliation and frustration in their hearts also find a vent.

"Kill them all!"

"These damned bandits! If not for them, how could our Wang Family have come to this!"

"Don't let a single one escape! Use their blood to pay tribute to our fallen clansmen!"

Their eyes reddened one by one, transferring all their towering hatred for Su Chen and Ye Linghan onto these bandits.

The Wang Family's three Great Sage Ancestors also joined this massacre.

Although they lacked quasi-emperor weapons, the might of a Great Sage was still overwhelming against these scattered remnants already scared out of their wits.

For a time, sword light crisscrossed, and Divine Abilities flew together.

The entire wasteland was enveloped in blood-red and golden light.

This one-sided slaughter lasted for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.

When the last bandit was pinned to the ground by Wang Zhantian's sword, his Divine Soul extinguished.

The entire wasteland fell into deathly silence once more.

Only a blood-soaked stench, thick and suffocating, spread wildly through the air.

Wang Zhantian, holding the blood-dripping divine sword, hovered in mid-air.

His chest heaved violently. Those crimson eyes swept over the bloody scene of corpses strewn everywhere below. A trace of the madness in his eyes finally faded slightly.

His rage had found a temporary vent.

But the humiliation and hatred in his heart were like a jar of strong liquor buried even deeper, growing richer and more deadly.

"Divine Son of the Su Family..."

He muttered these words in a low voice, each one seeming capable of freezing the Void Realm itself.

"Tally the casualties, clean up the battlefield."

Wang Zhantian sheathed the divine sword, his voice hoarse as he issued orders.

"Then, bring Teng'er, bring Second Ancestor..."

He paused, his voice betraying a bone-deep weariness.

"We... are going home."