162: Chapter 162 Pure Yang True Fire! How dare this mere armored corpse try to teach a flying zombie a lesson?

Golden flames danced in Su Yang's palm.

The flame was tiny, but its temperature was terrifyingly high.

The nine black dragon phantoms pouncing forward didn't even let out a scream before they evaporated into a cloud of white gas upon touching this wisp of golden flame.

The golden flame continued to roll forward, turning into a sea of fire.

The black mist in mid-air met the golden flame, making a sizzling sound, and was burned clean in just a few seconds.

The cold barrier enveloping the Wang family compound shattered with a loud crack.

"Pfft!"

On the steps of the back hall, Wang Zhongjiu's eyes were nearly bulging out of his head.

He suddenly spat out a large mouthful of black blood, instantly aging more than ten years, his body swaying unsteadily.

This Formation was connected to his lifeblood; now that it had been forcibly broken, the backlash directly dealt a heavy blow to his Golden Core.

"Old Ancestor!" Seeing this, Wang Gang's face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly rushed forward to support the old man.

The surrounding Wang family guards didn't dare to speak, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Their proud Clan-Protecting Formation hadn't even lasted a second before being instantly destroyed by a casual move from the young man before them.

What terrifying strength!

"How is this possible... what kind of monster are you?"

Wang Zhongjiu stared fixedly at Su Yang, his cloudy eyes filled with fear.

Pure Yang True Fire—this was the legendary divine fire that specifically countered all the world's yin and evil.

Never mind a Half-step Nascent Soul like him; even if a true Nascent Soul Old Ancestor came, if they practiced an evil Cultivation Technique, they would have to stay far away.

Su Yang shoved his hands back into his pockets and said casually, "I told you long ago that this kind of low-quality, second-hand Formation can only fool laymen. If your Wang family only has this much skill, I'm afraid disaster is inevitable today."

"Kid, don't get cocky!" Wang Zhongjiu shoved his son aside, a crazed bloody light reappearing in his eyes.

He knew in his heart that if he couldn't stop Su Yang today, the Wang family's century-old foundation would be ruined.

"Even if I have to sacrifice my old life today, I will grind your bones to ash! Ninety-nine Ironclad Corpses, rise for me!"

Along with a shriek, the Dragon-Head Cane in Wang Zhongjiu's hand suddenly shattered, turning into a mass of black blood that seeped into the ground.

The ground of the entire Wang Mansion began to collapse, with soil flying everywhere.

One by one, black vertical coffins emerged from underground.

The coffin lids exploded, and ninety-nine tall corpses wearing tattered iron armor and covered in green fur jumped out stiffly.

The stench of corpses soared to the sky!

These corpses were all military generals during their lives; after death, they had been nurtured by the Wang family with underground Yin Qi for hundreds of years, making them invulnerable to blades and incredibly strong.

At this moment, they let out a collective roar, surrounding Su Yang and the other four tightly.

The stench made Reba retreat repeatedly, and she quickly pinched her nose.

Seeing these corpses, Wang Kai finally gained some confidence.

He peeked out from behind the crowd, pointed at Su Yang, and laughed loudly, "Hahaha! Su Yang, so what if you can break the Formation? These Ironclad Corpses fear neither fire nor water; let's see how you block them! Today, I will definitely strip the women beside you naked and throw them into the swarm of corpses!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of Lin Lang and Mary turned cold instantly.

If Su Yang hadn't spoken yet, they would have long since rushed forward to chop this fool into mincemeat.

Su Yang looked at the group of green-furred corpses around him without the slightest panic.

He turned to look at Chu Ling beside him, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Chu Ling, they've called out your descendants. As their ancestor, don't you plan to do something about it?"

A flash of disgust crossed Chu Ling's cold eyes.

With a movement of her body, the pressure belonging to a Flying Zombie, mixed with the Dragon Qi unique to the imperial family, was released without reservation.

"You ants, how dare you not kneel upon seeing this Palace!"

Chu Ling's red lips parted slightly as she spat out those cold words.

A strange scene occurred.

The Ironclad Corpses, which were originally ferocious and ready to tear everything apart, actually froze in place simultaneously upon sensing the Flying Zombie aura emanating from Chu Ling.

Then, these brainless dead things, as if feeling terror from the depths of their Souls, their legs went weak, and they all actually knelt on the ground.

They buried their heads deep in the soil and made whimpering sounds, like a group of slaves seeing an emperor.

Among the Zombie Race, the Rank is clearly defined.

A Purple Thunder Flying Zombie was a god that could not be disobeyed by the lowest-level Ironclad Corpses.

"What?!"

The madness on Wang Zhongjiu's face froze instantly, turning into endless despair.

He desperately performed hand seals and bit his fingertip to flick blood toward the swarm of corpses, trying to regain control over them.

But these Ironclad Corpses were like they were truly dead, completely unresponsive to his orders, only trembling in Chu Ling's direction.

"How can this be... it's impossible..."

Wang Gang's legs gave way, and he slumped directly onto the ground.

The Wang family's greatest trump card, the Armored Corpse Army that had taken generations of the family's blood and sweat to nurture, was actually suppressed by the other party with a single sentence?

Wang Kai was so terrified his eyes rolled back, and he fell headfirst to the ground, fainting on the spot.

Su Yang stepped over the back of an Ironclad Corpse and walked directly up to Wang Zhongjiu.

He looked down at this Golden Core Old Ancestor who was famous in the Capital, his tone calm yet carrying a chill.

"Now, your greatest trump card is gone. Shouldn't we settle this account properly?"

Wang Zhongjiu swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

He finally understood that the Wang family hadn't kicked a steel plate this time, but an insurmountable mountain.

"Mr... Mr. Su..."

Wang Zhongjiu's voice seemed to age decades in an instant, his tone full of pleading.

"Every mistake is the fault of my Wang family. Whatever compensation you want, just say the word."

"As long as my Wang family can provide it, we will not refuse. I only ask you to be merciful and spare the Wang family."

"If you had known this would happen, why did you act as you did?" Su Yang's eyes turned cold. "Compensation? I have always been fair. Since Wang Kai promised me half of the family assets, I naturally keep my word. I will only take half, not a penny more."

Hearing this, Wang Gang breathed a small sigh of relief.

Although losing half of the family assets would severely deplete the Wang family's Origin Qi, as long as the people remained, there would always be a chance for a comeback.

"Thank you for your magnanimity, Mr. Su! I'll go prepare the asset transfer contract right away..." Wang Gang said as he hurriedly scrambled up.

"Wait, I haven't finished speaking." Su Yang interrupted Wang Gang, a cruel smile curling his lips.

"The half of the family assets Wang Kai promised was to buy his own life."

"As for you attacking me just now, speaking rudely, and frightening my family... the mental distress fees, lost wages, and appearance fees naturally have to be calculated separately."

Wang Zhongjiu's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition arose. "What Mr. Su means is..."

Su Yang's gaze swept over the magnificent Courtyard House, his voice icy. "The remaining half of the family assets will serve as compensation. From today on, there will be no more Wang family in the Capital."

"You... you're going too far!" Wang Gang's eyes widened, and he pointed at Su Yang, roaring, "You want to swallow my entire Wang family in one bite? Aren't you afraid of breaking your teeth! My Wang family's network in the Capital spans the military, political, and business Three Realms. If you dare to destroy my Wang family, those above will never let you off!"

"Those above won't let me off? Do you think I'd be afraid?"

Su Yang looked at Wang Gang contemptuously. "The dirty business your Wang family did in the Kunlun Mountains—colluding with evil cultivators and using living people for sacrifices—did you really think no one knew? Even if I slaughter you all today, those above not only won't cause me trouble but will also have to give me a 'Brave Act for Justice' award. Playing the background game with me? You've picked the wrong person."

Wang Gang was rendered speechless by the retort, his face as pale as ash.

Su Yang ignored him and turned to look at Mary and Chu Ling behind him.

"Mary, go inside and search. As long as it's valuable—even if it's a brick or a coin—pack it all up and take it away. Kill anyone who dares to resist."

"Chu Ling, let your little brothers stretch their limbs and level this courtyard for me."

"Yes, Boss!" Mary licked her lips excitedly and charged into the back hall as a blood-red shadow.

Screams and the sound of rummaging immediately echoed from the back hall.

In less than two minutes, Mary ran out holding a pile of gold bars, several jade items, and a thick stack of real estate certificates.

"Boss! There's all kinds of good stuff under this old man's bed! There were also a few safes; I couldn't open them without a password, so I just tore the steel doors off!" Mary dumped everything in a heap at Su Yang's feet.

Su Yang nodded. "Keep searching, and don't miss the basement. Their ancestors were grave robbers; they must have hidden many antiques. Empty everything, leave not a single piece."

Chu Ling also received her orders.

With a wave of her finger, several Ironclad Corpses grabbed the century-old tree in the middle of the courtyard, uprooted it, and slammed it heavily onto the roof of the Wang family's Main Hall. Tiles shattered, and the roof beams collapsed.

Dozens of other Ironclad Corpses lined up and crashed into the surrounding courtyard walls like bulldozers. Large holes were smashed into the solid blue-brick walls, and dust flew everywhere.

Watching this apocalyptic scene before him, Wang Zhongjiu's heart was overcome with agitation; he spat out another mouthful of blood and completely fainted.