118: Chapter 118 The Two Heroes Receive Their Heads, Suppressed by the Imperial Cauldron!

Lin Yi gave them no chance.

He withdrew his right fist.

Heavenly Emperor Fist Intent converged on his knuckles, and a domineering imperial might exploded from between his fingers.

The ground of the Ancestral Hall sank in unison.

Chu Wanqing's breath hitched.

Su Yuxi stood to the side, her eyes fixed on that punch, her fingertips involuntarily gripping her sleeve.

Shen Qingyue also raised her head.

In the next instant.

Lin Yi threw a punch.

There were no fancy tricks.

Only pure speed and pure weight.

Bang!

The fist landed squarely between Chu Ningshuang's brows.

Her skull cracked first.

Then her neck.

Further down, her chest, Dantian, and limbs exploded along with the Divine Soul inside her body.

The black Qi filling the air didn't even have time to scatter before it was ground into dust by the Fist Intent.

That Pseudo-Emperor Physique crumbled inch by inch in mid-air, and even her scream was cut short.

The Heavenly Emperor Fist Intent swept through.

Chu Ningshuang was completely gone.

In front of the Ancestral Hall, only a mass of pitch-black Origin remained, suspended in the air and shivering violently.

The entire audience was stunned.

The group from the Chu Family who had been jeering earlier all lowered their heads.

They didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

Chu Wanqing pursed her lips, her eyes reddening, as the breath she had been holding in her chest finally dissipated.

It was so satisfying!

Lin Yi reached out and grabbed, restraining that mass of Origin in his palm.

"This strike."

"Is collected on behalf of Wanqing!"

Wang Lie's scalp tingled, and he turned to retreat.

Chu Ningshuang had died too quickly.

So fast that even his reaction was half a beat slow.

At this moment, only one word remained in his mind.

Run!

Leave alive first, then talk.

But just as he moved, the Hongmeng Domain pressed down.

The surrounding space tightened layer by layer.

His entire being stalled in mid-air, and even the Dao patterns beneath his feet were suppressed until they flickered uncertainly.

Wang Lie's face turned pale.

He suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of essence blood, raising his hand to sacrifice a crimson gold emperor seal.

The Imperial Seal expanded rapidly against the wind, its surface covered in ancient patterns. Carrying the aura of the Wang Family's ancestral artifact, it surged violently upward, trying to smash open a path for survival.

Lin Yi glanced up.

"You finally brought something out."

"Unfortunately, it's still trash!"

Wang Lie roared fiercely.

"Open for me!"

The crimson gold emperor seal erupted with ten thousand zhang of divine light.

The roar shook the heavens!

The entire Ancestral Hall trembled along with it.

Lin Yi raised his left hand.

The heavenly emperor cauldron surged out from within his body.

The mouth of the cauldron faced the sky, the Dao patterns on its walls lit up simultaneously, and imperial might swept in all directions.

As soon as the crimson gold emperor seal collided with it, its light shattered, and a crack spread from the corner of the seal.

Two cracks.

Three cracks.

In the blink of an eye, they covered the entire body of the seal.

Wang Lie's pupils dilated in disbelief.

"No!"

Lin Yi pressed his palm downward.

"Suppress!"

The heavenly emperor cauldron crashed down.

The crimson gold emperor seal exploded in mid-air, and countless fragments scattered across the sky.

Wang Lie had no path of retreat left, and in his haste, he struck out with the Desolate Ancient Emperors Fist again.

The fist print smashed against the cauldron's body, producing only a dull thud; the heavenly emperor cauldron didn't even wobble.

Wang Lie was completely panicked, his hands and feet in disarray.

"Father!"

"Save me!"

He shouted toward the sky.

But no one in the sky could come.

Luo Qinghan's Sword Intent was locked onto Wang Shuo.

Zhou Qing's Saintly Might was suppressing the others.

Chu Chengdao held a war spear and stood at the center of the array, not yielding a single step.

The veins on Wang Shuo's forehead bulged, and his eyes were nearly splitting open from staring.

Lin Yi rose into the air, moving alongside the heavenly emperor cauldron.

His white robes were tossed by the air currents.

Grandmist Qi swirled around him.

He stood beside the cauldron, looking down at Wang Lie.

"Since you love playing dirty so much."

"Then go and lie down in the ground!"

Wang Lie hissed as he burned his Origin, his entire body nearly becoming a bloody mess.

He still wanted to charge.

Lin Yi wasted no more words.

He kicked the leg of the cauldron.

Clang!

The ring of the cauldron resonated through the Chu Family's ancestral lands.

The heavenly sound rolled out, crushing the ridges of a large swath of palace roofs until they collapsed on the spot.

The heavenly emperor cauldron smashed down with the force of ten thousand jun.

Wang Lie raised both arms, trying to withstand this blow by force.

But as soon as he touched the bottom of the cauldron, his arms broke first, bone shards exploding amidst a mist of blood.

Next were his shoulders, chest, and abdomen.

Wang Lie's entire body was smashed into the ground, the floor tiles cracking into deep ravines.

A massive crater collapsed in front of the Ancestral Hall.

The heavenly emperor cauldron continued to sink.

Wang Lie's Physical Body was crushed bit by bit beneath the cauldron.

Blood splattered everywhere!

His Divine Soul had just poked its head out when it was locked by the Imperial runes on the cauldron wall and then ruthlessly obliterated.

After three breaths.

At the bottom of the pit, only a blurred, blood-colored mass of Origin remained.

Wang Lie was dead!

He died without even half a bone remaining.

Lin Yi beckoned with his hand, and the heavenly emperor cauldron returned to his side, its walls unstained by even a drop of blood.

He then grabbed that mass of Origin in his hand, merging it with Chu Ningshuang's.

One black and one red.

The two masses of Origin struggled in his palm, yet they couldn't even manage to escape.

High in the sky, Wang Shuo finally spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The blood mist rained down, and his aura instantly fell into chaos.

His whole body swayed.

"Lie'er!"

"Lie'er!"

"It was Father who failed you!"

Wang Shuo's roar shook the firmament, but it brought back no response.

In that crater on the ground, only rubble and blood remained.

The Chu Family members looked up at this scene, their hearts tightening.

The true Emperor's Son that the Wang Family had hidden for so many years.

Less than a day after making his debut, he had died beneath Lin Yi's cauldron.

Even Chu Ningshuang had been obliterated by a single punch.

The two sources of trouble were cleaned up on the same day.

Wang Shuo's eyes were bloodshot; he had completely gone mad.

"Kill!"

"Kill him for me!"

As his command fell, the other five Quasi-Emperors of the Wang Family moved in unison.

Together with Chu Wanjun, they all pounced toward the center of the array.

Seven Quasi-Emperor Laws exploded simultaneously.

The firmament cracked wide open.

Mountain ranges rolled and overturned.

The entire Chu Family ancestral land was shaking.

At this moment, the Quasi-Emperor battle completely erupted.

Chu Chengdao gave a cold shout, shook the war spear in his hand, and fully activated the Nine Extremes Abyss Suppression Array.

Nine great banners simultaneously dropped Imperial light, ruthlessly striking the heads of the seven people.

Chu Wanjun was already injured and was the first to be unable to hold on.

Just as he raised his Magical Artifact, Chu Chengdao arrived.

A spear thrust!

The spear tip pierced through layers of protective divine light, directly impaling Chu Wanjun's throat.

Chu Wanjun gripped the spear shaft tightly with both hands, his face full of horror, still coughing up blood.

Chu Chengdao's expression was indifferent; with a flick of his wrist, the spear tip flicked upward.

Chu Wanjun was torn in half on the spot.

A rain of blood fell!

Chu Chengdao followed up with a palm strike, obliterating his Divine Soul as well.

This Grand Elder of the Chu Family couldn't even say another word before he died.

On the other side.

Luo Qinghan raised her hand and pointed her fingers, a snow-white sword light crossing the vast sky.

The first Wang Family Quasi-Emperor couldn't even dodge as his head went flying.

The sword light didn't stop, cutting through the brow of a second person.

Two Quasi-Emperor bodies fell one after another, smashing the distant mountain gates into collapse.

Zhou Qing strode forward, raising his hand to strike with a golden great seal.

The Holy Lords Dharma Seal pressed down; a Dharma Bell sacrificed by a Wang Family Quasi-Emperor exploded on the spot, and his chest collapsed along with it.

Zhou Qing followed up with a punch, ruthlessly piercing through that person's Dantian.

Quasi-Emperor blood dyed half the sky red.

The Fourth Elder and several others used the Nine Extremes Abyss Suppression Array to trap two people.

The banner light swept out, and space tightened to a standstill.

Luo Qinghan unleashed her second sword.

Zhou Qing formed a blade with his palm.

Two heads flew up simultaneously.

Of the five Wang Family Quasi-Emperors, five died in the blink of an eye.

Only Wang Shuo remained, covered in blood, still holding on in the high sky.

He had already gone mad, raising his hand, about to self-detonate his Quasi-Emperor Origin.

Luo Qinghan stepped closer, an Ice-White Divine Chain flying from her sleeve, ruthlessly piercing into his chest and locking his vital gate.

Zhou Qing struck his back with a palm from a distance.

Most of Wang Shuo's spine shattered, and he tumbled from the high sky, heavily smashing into the ruins of a side hall.