248: Chapter 248 Suppression and Sealing

Above the ruins of the Gloomy Forest, the air was filled with a mixture of scorched stench and the smell of blood.

Zhao Tianjue's tattered body lay in the mud; although his heart had been pierced by the demon slaying saber, his powerful vitality as a Half-step Martial King, along with the chaotic abyss power within his body, had surprisingly prevented him from dying completely in the short term.

A wheezing sound like a broken bellows emitted from his throat, and a gray-black shadow was struggling to crawl out from his crown.

That was Zhao Tianjue's soul.

As long as the soul is not destroyed, for a Half-step Martial King, even if the physical body is completely ruined, there is still the possibility of possession and rebirth.

"Spare... spare me..."

The shadow let out a shrill and sharp plea for mercy, the sound exploding directly in everyone's minds.

"Lin Fan... I can give you everything the Kyoto Zhao Family has... money, power, women... as long as you let my soul leave..."

Zhao Tianjue's soul twisted into a terrified old face in mid-air, having long lost its previous arrogance and dominance, leaving only the most primal fear of death.

Lin Fan raised his foot expressionlessly, his black combat boot stomping heavily onto Zhao Tianjue's still-twitching chest.

Crack.

The sound of shattering breastbones was particularly jarring on the deathly silent battlefield.

Lin Fan lowered his head, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a begging fly.

"Everything the Kyoto Zhao Family has?"

Lin Fan curled his lips into a mocking arc, nimbly spinning the demon slaying saber in his hand at his fingertips.

"Foolish! If I kill you, turn you into a blind box, and then ransack your entire family, everything the Kyoto Zhao Family has will be mine anyway."

"Besides, I don't like things given by others; I prefer to take them myself, as that gives a greater sense of accomplishment."

The moment his words fell, the cold glint in Lin Fan's eyes surged.

"System, activate the Furnace of All Things prototype, suppress him for me!"

Hum!

An invisible wave erupted suddenly with Lin Fan as the center.

This was not true energy, nor was it spiritual power, but a higher-order, more domineering power of rules.

In front of this power, Zhao Tianjue's soul, which was attempting to flee, was instantly frozen in mid-air.

Immediately after, an illusory furnace, pitch-black as ink with dark golden runes flowing on its surface, appeared out of thin air, directly enveloping Zhao Tianjue's corpse and soul.

"No! What is this power? No!"

Zhao Tianjue's soul let out a final, desperate scream.

Under the awestruck gaze of all the teachers and students, the corpse and soul of the Half-step Martial King were forcibly compressed and twisted.

The originally massive body rapidly shrank under the refining of the furnace; flesh, bones, true energy, and soul, everything was violently crushed and then reorganized.

The teeth-grating sound of bones being crushed made the students in the distance feel their scalps tingle, and many even subconsciously covered their ears.

After just a few breaths.

The dark golden furnace shadow dissipated.

In Lin Fan's hand, there appeared a palm-sized box emitting a faint, dark golden glow.

On the surface of the box, one could vaguely see the face of an old man twisted in pain; it was exactly Zhao Tianjue's appearance.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully packaging a Half-step Martial King (Abyssal Fallen), obtaining a special item: S-rank Traitor blind box.]

[Evaluation: Although the raw material is a bit spoiled, it has the advantage of being large and filling; it is recommended to use with a purification potion.]

Lin Fan weighed the heavy blind box in his hand and satisfactorily stored it into his system space.

This scene was deeply branded onto the retinas of everyone present.

That Instructor Lin, who usually sold blind boxes and talked nonsense, had now completely transformed in their eyes into a god of slaughter who could not be looked at directly.

Even a Half-step Martial King was kneaded into a box by him; what else in this world would he dare not sell?

...

Meanwhile.

Kyoto, Kyoto Zhao Family mansion.

This was the most central wealthy district in Kyoto, usually bustling with visitors and crowded with luxury cars.

But at this moment, this mansion, which symbolized the glory of a century-old family, was completely shrouded in an aura of killing.

Boom!

That priceless golden nanmu door was smashed to pieces by a giant rock fist.

Amidst the flying wood chips, a tower-like strong man strode in; it was the main tank of the Villain Squad, Iron Bull.

Behind him, Hou San was playing with two sharp daggers in his hands, wearing a lewd, bad smile.

"Brothers, the boss has spoken."

Hou San licked his lips, looking at the panic-stricken guards of the Kyoto Zhao Family in front of him as if looking at a pile of walking points.

"The Kyoto Zhao Family colluded with the abyss, the evidence is solid, and the superiors have already approved the warrant."

"Today's mission is only one: cut the weeds and eliminate the roots, leave no one alive!"

As Hou San's words fell, dozens of elite troops wearing black uniforms and Inspector badges poured in from all directions, instantly controlling all entrances and exits of the Kyoto Zhao Family mansion.

This was the official force that Mo Yu had mobilized for Lin Fan.

"How dare you! This is the Kyoto Zhao Family! Our ancestor is..."

The current head of the Kyoto Zhao Family, Zhao Haokun, rushed out with a group of elders, roaring with a fierce but faint heart.

But before he could finish his sentence, a special armor-piercing bullet whistled over.

Bang!

A flower of blood instantly exploded on Zhao Haokun's forehead, and he fell straight backward.

On the top of a high building a thousand meters away, Old Drunkard calmly took a swig of strong liquor, pulled the bolt, and ejected the steaming shell casing.

"Too much nonsense; the boss said that villains die from talking too much, so we shouldn't learn from them."

Old Drunkard's voice transmitted to every team member's ears through the headset.

With the sudden death of the family head, the Kyoto Zhao Family's last psychological defense line completely collapsed.

"Kill!"

Iron Bull roared, his entire body covered in heavy rock armor, rushing into the crowd like a humanoid tank.

Any martial artist of the Kyoto Zhao Family who tried to stop him was directly sent flying by that terrifying power, bones broken and tendons snapped.

Hou San transformed into an afterimage, specifically harvesting the core members of the Kyoto Zhao Family who were attempting to escape or transfer assets through secret passages.

"Yo, isn't this the Second Master Zhao? What good thing are you holding in your hand? A storage ring? Give it here!"

The dagger in Hou San's hand traced a weird arc, precisely cutting off the wrist of the Second Elder of the Kyoto Zhao Family, and he caught the falling storage ring in passing.

"Ah! My hand!"

Screams rose one after another.

This was a massacre without suspense, and also a meticulously planned purge.

Lin Fan's instruction was very clear: for a family like this that colludes with foreign races and harms compatriots, no mercy is needed.

Only blood can wash away the sins they have committed.

In less than half an hour, the once illustrious Kyoto Zhao Family had completely degenerated into a dead zone.

All martial artists who resisted stubbornly were killed, and all core members were taken away by the Inspector troops for interrogation.

As for the ill-gotten gains that the Kyoto Zhao Family had scraped together for years, they were skillfully packed and boxed by Hou San and the others, and sealed with the military's seals.