120: Chapter 120 The Imperial Clan Apologizes, the Royal Family Spits Blood!

Time passed bit by bit.

The immortal burial coffin grew quieter and quieter.

That scalp-numbing grinding sound finally slowed down.

Two streaks of light were wandering along the walls of the coffin.

One was crimson gold.

One was murky black.

The two forces collided, tempered, and stripped away within the coffin.

The space surrounding the coffin's body began to warp slightly.

In the cracks that had opened in the ground, fine sand kept jumping upward.

This scene made everyone's skin crawl even more.

Anyone could see it.

That wasn't simple destruction.

It was completely erasing the last traces of the two great Prodigies.

It was forcibly refining their entire Origins into something that could be used by others.

Some people's throats tightened.

Some people shut their mouths.

Some even lightened their breathing.

Chu Wanqing watched this scene, her fingers lightly clutching her sleeves.

She wasn't afraid.

Only now did she truly understand why Lin Yi had to take things to the extreme today.

Today's event wasn't just to vent her anger; it was also to cut off future troubles for her.

Killing them wasn't enough.

He had to terrify everyone—terrify them to the point that no one would ever dare to target her again.

No one would dare touch her Bloodline again, and no one would dare use her as a pawn.

Su Yuxi tilted her head and glanced at her.

“Distressed for him?”

Chu Wanqing's small face heated up.

“No.”

“I was just wondering if he's usually this fierce.”

Shen Qingyue added a rare comment.

“Toward outsiders, he's always like this.”

“Toward his own people, he won't be.”

Chu Wanqing pressed her lips together and didn't speak again.

Right at that moment.

The immortal burial coffin vibrated slightly.

Thump!

The sound was very light.

But everyone's heart sank along with it.

The next moment.

The coffin lid slowly closed, and the surrounding Dao patterns retracted.

That chilling devouring force also dissipated with it.

Wang Shuo stared fixedly at the mouth of the coffin, his entire body trembling.

He knew.

Gone!

His precious son was truly gone!

After hiding him for so long, everything had gone down the drain!

Lin Yi raised his hand and beckoned.

The immortal burial coffin flew back in front of him, shrinking to about ten feet in size and hovering in mid-air.

The ancient patterns on the coffin's body still had an afterglow flowing, but the aura inside the coffin had already stabilized.

He didn't take the contents of the coffin on the spot.

He simply placed his hand on the coffin lid and spoke indifferently.

“From now on.”

“Whoever dares to touch Wanqing in the slightest.”

“They'll go in!”

A short sentence.

Yet it carried more weight than the commotion of the great battle just now.

In front of the Ancestral Hall, absolutely no one dared to move.

Several Chu Family Elders could no longer hold out and knelt down with a thud.

As soon as one knelt, two more beside them followed suit.

Soon, a whole group was kneeling.

No one cried injustice.

No one even dared to complain.

Because the fates of Chu Ningshuang and Wang Lie were laid right before their eyes.

Chu Chengdao watched this scene and did not speak to stop them.

The Chu Family needed loyalty.

More importantly, it needed rules.

Today's bloodbath was perfect for establishing those rules.

Zhou Qing scanned the Chu Family Ancestral Hall, standing with his hands behind his back.

He knew very well in his heart.

After this battle, Lin Yi was no longer just 'strong' among the younger generation of the Desolate Domain.

His fierce reputation was now thoroughly solidified.

If anyone dared to target him.

They would first have to consider if they'd have a life to keep.

Luo Qinghan was more direct.

She looked at the people kneeling all over the ground, her gaze showing not the slightest flicker of emotion.

This was how her disciple should be.

When it was time to act, strike decisively.

When it was time to establish authority, leave no one behind.

Lin Yi put away the heavenly emperor cauldron and took the immortal burial coffin back to his side.

The youth in white descended, stepping onto the shattered stone steps.

He walked forward step by step; wherever he passed, the Chu Family members automatically parted.

No one blocked him, and no one dared to stand in his way.

Those few Elders who had shouted the loudest earlier had their heads almost touching the ground.

Lin Yi stopped in front of them.

“Who just shouted about crippling Wanqing?”

“Look up.”

No one moved.

Lin Yi spoke again.

“I'll say it one more time.”

“Look up!”

The Elder at the very front was trembling all over. He slowly raised his head halfway, his face long since drained of all color.

Lin Yi looked at him.

“Which hand was in favor?”

The man shivered as he raised his right hand.

Lin Yi nodded and blasted his right hand to pieces with a single punch!

“Remember!”

“If there's a next time, there will be no need for Chu Family law.”

“I will personally take your old life!”

The Elder almost couldn't catch his breath, but he didn't even dare to make a sound.

Lin Yi stopped looking at him.

He turned around and stood directly in front of the Ancestral Hall.

Behind him was the broken hall, the lingering scent of blood, and the gaze of the entire Chu Family.

His gaze swept across them.

“Chu Ningshuang is dead.”

“Wang Lie is also dead.”

“Starting today.”

“The Chu Family's Imperial Daughter is Chu Wanqing alone.”

“If anyone is dissatisfied, stand out now!”

The wind blew past the Ancestral Hall, kicking up gravel and blood-stained dust.

No one spoke.

Lin Yi took another half-step forward.

“Who else doubts her Bloodline?”

“Stand out!”

Still, no one spoke.

Those kneeling buried their heads even lower.

Those standing remained motionless; even Wang Shuo didn't speak again.

Lin Yi finally looked over the entire field, his voice cold and heavy.

“Who else!”

In front of the Ancestral Hall, the entire crowd lowered their heads.

The wind still carried the smell of blood.

After Lin Yi's “Who else!” fell, the figures all over the ground kept their heads down, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

Chu Chengdao, carrying a battle spear, walked out step by step from the center of the formation.

Blood was still dripping from the spear tip.

The legs of that group who had previously shouted the loudest alongside Chu Wanjun went weak once more.

Chu Chengdao glanced at them.

“Take them!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Fourth Elder, Fifth Elder, Sixth Elder, and Eighth Elder acted simultaneously.

Several beams of divine light suppressed them; before that group could even cry for mercy, their cultivation was sealed, and they were forced to kneel in a row.

Chu Chengdao was in no hurry to deal with them.

He first looked at Chu Wanqing; the young girl's eyes were still red, and her sleeves were still stained with tear marks.

Chu Chengdao's throat moved, and he lowered the battle spear in his hand.

“Wanqing.”

Chu Wanqing pursed her lips and didn't respond.

Chu Chengdao fell silent for a moment before finally speaking.

“This time, your father has failed you.”

The atmosphere in front of the Ancestral Hall tightened again.

No one had expected that the Chu Family Head would directly admit his mistake in front of so many people.

Chu Chengdao continued: “I originally wanted to use the clan meeting to thoroughly lure out Chu Wanjun's line and cut off the Wang Family's hand as well.”

“The trap was set by me, and the net was cast by me. I let you stand on the stage and suffer through this ordeal.”

“This is my fault!”

Chu Wanqing's nose felt sore. The anger in her eyes was still there, but the hard rock in her chest had loosened considerably.

“So you do know it's your fault.”

Her voice wasn't loud.

“If you had been any later, I really would have been locked up.”

Chu Chengdao's mouth twitched, and his face showed a rare trace of embarrassment.

“It won't happen again.”

Chu Wanqing gave a huff and turned her head away.

With that huff, many people in front of the Ancestral Hall felt their hearts tremble.

Even the Family Head had bowed his head.

Who would ever dare to provoke this Imperial Daughter in the future?

Chu Chengdao then looked at Lin Yi.

This look was even more solemn than the one he gave Chu Wanqing.

“Lin Yi.”

“If you hadn't fought your way into the Chu Family today, Wanqing would have suffered, and the Chu Family would have become a laughingstock.”

“You smashed my mountain gate; I don't resent it.”

“You killed the vermin in my clan; I resent it even less.”

“The Chu Family acknowledges this favor.”

As he said this, he cupped his hands toward Lin Yi.

This scene made the scalps of many Chu Family Elders go numb.

The Family Head personally apologized and even showed such an attitude.

This was incredible!

Lin Yi looked at him, his expression not overly arrogant.

“Since Patriarch Chu has spoken plainly, this matter isn't irreconcilable.”

“However, I will put one sentence at the forefront.”

“You can set your traps, but Wanqing cannot be bullied!”

“If there is a next time, it won't be as simple as smashing a mountain gate!”