286: The absolute strength of suppressing the Zhao family's quasi-king shocked people

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" The Zhao Family Third Patriarch constantly dodged and weaved, using over ten types of movement skills, yet still couldn't evade the pursuit of that bright red arrow.

The flaming arrow, empowered by the Absolute Hit Domain, was like a maggot clinging to bone; no matter if you escaped to the ends of the earth, it would absolutely hit.

If it were an ordinary attack, it would be fine, but this kind of flame that completely suppressed the Purple Sun Heavenly Flame made even the Zhao Family Third Patriarch feel a chill down his spine, absolutely unwilling to be hit.

"Third Grandfather, actually being forced to this extent?" Zhao Meilan's face was filled with shock as she gazed at the tall, slender figure of the black-clothed youth, her heart surging with turbulent waves.

Calm, casual, suppressing a veteran Quasi-King with a flick of his hand... and that terrifyingly powerful flame... Just how much strength... was he still hiding?!

Zhao Xu and Zhao Lingcheng were also inexplicably shocked, their hearts trembling violently.

Although they had guessed that the black-clothed youth possessed the strength to fight a Quasi-King, this... was simply too easy.

Cold Crow and Frenzy Pheasant exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in the other's heart.

"Is our Vice Captain a bit too fierce?" Frenzy Pheasant said in a low voice.

Cold Crow nodded.

"Boom!" A huge explosion sounded in the air, and purple flames erupted like a volcano.

"Damn it!" The Zhao Family Third Patriarch, forced into a sorry state, roared and charged directly towards Jiang Yuan.

The purple flames behind him exploded, transforming into terrifying propulsion.

His entire body wrapped in purple flames, like a meteor streaking across the sky, heavily smashed towards Jiang Yuan.

The power of an attack skill unleashed by a Quasi-King burning his life force was imaginable.

With a power level exceeding ten thousand, it was enough to level a small City.

"Getting impatient already?" Jiang Yuan chuckled softly, not dodging either.

The fighting spirit and Battle Intent of the Martial God profession never avoided battle, only growing stronger the more they fought.

Moreover... there was no need to dodge!

"Hoo..." In the space of a breath.

Hot air flowed from his mouth and nose, and his body was covered by a layer of golden-red radiance.

That was the fiercely burning Kindling Power.

The youth slowly raised his right arm, covered by the Fire Dragon's Claw, clenched his fist, gathered strength, and his fiery golden left eye shot out terrifyingly dazzling, brilliant golden light.

"God-Slaying Blast... Fist," Jiang Yuan murmured softly.

"Boom!" "Whoosh!" Vast and surging crimson flames gushed out from the Fire Dragon's Claw, mixed with a wisp of bright red Eternal Emperor Flame, spiraling around his right arm and all merging into this single punch.

He punched out.

"Boom!!" Large swathes of air in front of Jiang Yuan burst apart inch by inch, forming a vacuum shattered zone several miles long, the terrifying punch light wrapped in fierce flames like a beam of sword light intending to pierce the sky, tearing through space with an absolutely brutal and unparalleled forceful posture.

And fiercely collided with the purple flame meteor that the Zhao Family Third Patriarch had transformed into!

"Boom—!" The hot and dazzling energy converged into a massive ball of light, as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible for countless people to look directly at it.

The next Moment.

"Boom—!!!!" A colossal explosion occurred above the Zhao Family, like a planet shattering, accompanied by terrifying waves of fire sweeping in all directions, countless purple flames turning into a rain of fire falling down.

Even though the fat old man and Zhao Tiansong and others intervened in time, blocking most of the explosion's impact, the heatwaves and shockwaves that reached the ground still sent some Martial Artists below the Prefecture Lord level flying and leveled a layer of the ground's soil.

With just one clash, nearly half of the Zhao Family manor was destroyed.

"This is a King-level battle." Zhao Xu swallowed, his expression filled with shock.

"You lost," Jiang Yuan said calmly.

After speaking.

He turned and left, walking through the air towards the wide-mouthed Cold Crow and Frenzy Pheasant, with rising and rolling fire tornadoes behind him.

The Zhao Family Third Patriarch slapped away the residual explosion waves, his figure appearing from the purple flames and air currents.

Blood dripped from his forehead, his flame battle armor was partially shattered, his face was ashen, and he looked somewhat disheveled.

He was annoyed, angry, and helpless.

He wanted to continue attacking, but in the end, he stopped himself.

"Whoosh!" The next Moment.

He was pierced by the bright red flaming arrow that had pursued him from behind.

Turning into a section of withered willow branch, it was instantly incinerated in the flames in a Moment.

[Level 8 Life-Substituting Item - Life-Swapping Willow: Rare and Precious, Consumes 10%] Jiang Yuan, who had turned his back and left, was not surprised by this result.

Quasi-Kings from such prominent families always had many trump cards, and their life-saving methods were especially numerous.

In the air to the side, a wisp of purple flame shot out, and the Zhao Family Third Patriarch appeared from within.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence, "What kind of flame is that?"

There was no answer.

Or rather... disdain to answer.

Everyone from the Zhao Family could only watch as the black-clothed youth, like a ghost or a god, boarded the black fighter jet, and accompanied by the roaring of the engine, rode the jet, turning into a black streak and disappearing into the horizon.

Many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"That fiend has finally left." The Patriarch, Zhao Tiansong, also secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

This matter was finally over.

Zhao Lingcheng approached him, lowering his voice, "Big Brother, did you see something long ago?"

He knew that Zhao Tiansong had a skill called [Heavenly Sword Divination], which could predict fortune and misfortune to a certain extent, allowing him to seek good fortune and avoid disaster.

Zhao Tiansong nodded and said softly, "I used that skill, and the result was... extremely ominous!"

"If we really tore off all pretenses and fought, even if all of us from the Zhao Family combined, I'm afraid we would..." Zhao Lingcheng's pupils contracted upon hearing this, his heart trembling violently, and he looked towards the direction where the fighter jet had disappeared in the distance, wearing an expression as if he were looking at a monster.

"This time, our Zhao Family has truly kicked an iron plate," Zhao Tiansong sighed.

"Although we gave away two precious treasures, hurt our vitality, and were made a spectacle of, thankfully it's over, and it hasn't reached the worst outcome." As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Zhao Lingcheng, the Guild Leader of the top Hunter guild, and sternly warned, "Lingcheng, go back and tell the entire clan, absolutely do not provoke him again! Everyone is to steer clear of him; violators will be expelled from the Family register!"

Zhao Lingcheng gave a wry smile, "I think even if you gave them a hundred times the courage, they wouldn't dare."

On the ground.

A young man who had climbed out of the rubble felt utterly humiliated, biting his lip until it bled, his mouth full of blood.

"My Zhao Family of Emperor Capital, when have we ever suffered such humiliation?" He clenched his fists tightly, looking up at the sky with unwillingness, "One day, one day..."

What could 'one day' achieve?

The young man gave a bitter smile and slowly loosened his clenched fists; that person could kill him countless times with just a look.

With his talent, even after a hundred years, a thousand years, it would probably be difficult to catch up... What good was his unwillingness?

A cold and enchanting long-legged beauty beside him saw his expression and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Her name was Zhao Qian, she was the older sister of Zhao Yao beside her, and also the person in charge of the Zhao Family's external business, a massively famous investor, and one of the most renowned wealthy women in Emperor Capital.

She was truly afraid that this simple-minded younger brother might actually take that person as his imaginary enemy, foolishly attempting to catch up without knowing the consequences, and if he offended the other party again, the repercussions would be unimaginable.

She looked up at the sky, her beautiful eyes sparkling and full of spirit, murmuring, "I never thought such an astonishing existence actually existed in this world."

That youth, as long as he could live, would definitely reach the throne of a King.

A top-tier expert, one person was a major power!

Moreover, he was so young.

Given time, creating a force far surpassing the Zhao Family would be nothing more than turning his hand.

Zhao Qian felt as though she had seen a stock with enormous investment potential.

She looked at the sky, narrowing her eyes.

In the Zhao Family, strength was paramount; only the strong could gain more status and respect.

Even though she brought immense profits to the Zhao Family, she only received a lukewarm 'Not bad,' and never had the opportunity to enter the Family's upper echelons, and likely wouldn't in the future.

She had her own ambitions; this kind of status was not what she wanted.

"When the Northern Lord rose, I was too young and didn't have the qualifications to invest."

"But this time, if I can seize this opportunity..." Zhao Qian's eyes sparkled, and she secretly made a decision in her heart.

She could gamble once!