132: I, Wang Teng, am the one destined by Heaven!

Northern Territory, Wang Family Forbidden Ground, Blood-colored Altar.

"Poof..."

The body of the final Elder turned into flying ash, dissipating into the air.

There was no pain on his face, only a feverish sense of near-liberation.

As the final Origin of his life was injected, the blood-colored vortex—formed by endless essence blood and Saint Dao Laws coiled above the altar—suddenly contracted!

"Aaaaaargh—!"

Bound to a stone pillar by Law chains, Wang Teng let out a roar that didn't sound human.

The blood-colored vortex transformed into a pillar of light, slamming straight into the crown of his head!

Crack! Crack crack!

The Saint Dao Law chains binding him began to fracture inch by inch, letting out an overwhelmed wail.

Wang Zhantian stood below the altar, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at his son in the center.

Behind him, the Wang Family ancestral land was on the verge of collapse, with the sounds of battle and explosions drawing closer.

But he didn't care.

All of this would become the sacrifice for his son to reach the absolute Peak!

"Roar—!"

An earth-shattering roar erupted from Wang Teng's mouth.

Boom!

All the Law chains shattered at the sound!

A terrifying aura, so vast it distorted space and even forced the Heavenly Laws to retreat, exploded forth!

Saint Realm Nine Heavens! Peak!

Above the altar, black clouds gathered and lightning danced wildly, as if about to deliver heavenly punishment.

But after brewing for a moment, the thunder seemed to lose its way; with a sense of resentment and confusion, it slowly dissipated.

This power was not obtained through Cultivation but stolen using a forbidden method, such that even the Heavenly Dao could not lock onto him for a time!

"Haha... Hahahahahaha!"

Wang Teng slowly stood straight and laughed wildly toward the sky, his laughter manic and twisted.

He looked down at his flawless hands, which were filled with explosive power, a look of intoxication appearing on his face.

So... that's how it is!

He understood! He understood everything!

The humiliation at the Tiandu Auction, Ling Qingzhu's heartless insults, Su Chen's constant suppression... those weren't failures at all!

Those were tests from the heavens for him, the Son of Destiny!

They were whetstones to temper his supreme Dao Heart!

What kind of thing was Su Chen? He was merely a stepping stone used by the Heavenly Dao to motivate him!

"I understand now... I am the one destined by heaven!"

Wang Teng muttered to himself, the madness in his eyes gradually replaced by an extreme sense of conceit and malice.

He looked at Wang Zhantian; there wasn't a hint of father-son affection in that gaze, only a high-and-mighty indifference.

"Su Chen!"

He spoke each word deliberately, his voice carrying a hatred capable of freezing one's Divine Soul.

"Once I obtain the yellow springs demonic sword, I will personally visit the Everlasting Su Family. In front of everyone, I'll crush his bones inch by inch! I'll set his Divine Soul ablaze and let him wail for ten thousand years!"

"And that bitch Ling Qingzhu! I'll cripple her Cultivation and make her the lowliest slave by my side! She will kneel at my feet every day and lick the dust off my shoes!"

"As for that Great Xia Empress, Ji Hongxue..."

Wang Teng licked his lips, revealing a sinister smile. "Just a self-righteous woman. Once I trample her Godly Dynasty, I'll show her what a true emperor is! She will become my plaything, weeping and begging for mercy beneath me!"

Hearing his son's vicious vows, Wang Zhantian didn't feel the slightest discomfort; instead, he showed a deeply gratified smile.

This was his son!

This was the Wang Family's Qilin Son!

"Teng'er! Take this!" Wang Zhantian threw a black mask and a Jade Slip over. "I have arranged everything for you. From now on, you are no longer Wang Teng. Your new identity is 'Demonic Lord Night King'! Go to the Nine Nether Demon Domain and seize that demonic sword!"

Wang Teng caught the mask, not even deigning to spare another glance at his crumbling home.

In his eyes, this Wang Family on the brink of destruction had become a burden holding him back.

"A bunch of trash, can't even protect their own home."

He coldly dropped those words and, without the slightest lingering attachment, personally tore through the Void Realm and stepped into the pitch-black rift.

Wang Zhantian watched his son's disappearing back, his body trembling violently—not from sadness, but from extreme excitement!

Rumble—!

Just then, the Wang Family's final Clan-Protecting Array let out a loud bang and completely shattered.

Countless bloodthirsty Great Xia Soldiers surged in like a tide.

Wang Zhantian slowly turned around, facing the apocalyptic scene with a bizarre smile on his face.

He spread his arms and laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha... It was worth it! It was all worth it!"

"Ji Hongxue! Su Chen! Just you wait!"

"My son Wang Teng... no, my son Night King, will return with endless wrath and demonic power to drag you all into Hell!!"