122: Chapter 122 I am very satisfied with your news.

The instant the sword and claw met, a small spiritual power storm formed, shaking the surrounding Wang Family members until they spat blood and staggered!

"Old man, you do have some skill!" The Demonic Cultivator laughed wildly, and the spiritual power in his hand suddenly surged.

After the two were locked in a stalemate for a few more breaths.

The Wang Family Old Ancestor's expression changed drastically. He felt his connection with his Flying Sword slowly weakening!

"You brat, how dare you!" He hurriedly formed a hand seal, trying to recall his Flying Sword, while his other hand slammed down on the ground.

"Earth Thorns Proliferate!"

Rumble!

The ground of the entire Wang Family mansion vibrated violently, and dozens of sharp stone spears, condensed from earth and rock and shimmering with a yellowish spiritual light, burst out of the ground.

This move covered a vast area, and many Wang Family members were startled by this sudden change and scattered in panic.

Several unlucky Family members who couldn't dodge in time were swept by the aftershock of their own Old Ancestor's Spell, instantly disemboweled by the sharp stone spears and died on the spot.

Facing the sky full of stone spears, the Demonic Cultivator's face showed a hint of impatience.

"Mere parlor tricks, how dare you show them off!" The Demonic Cultivator sneered, and Spiritual Qi surged around him.

He released the dim Flying Sword in his hand, letting the Wang Family Old Ancestor retrieve it.

The next moment, a gigantic banner, completely black and adorned with countless twisted, wailing human faces, shot up from behind him!

The Black Rock Palace's custom Magical Artifact, the hundred soul banner! (This hundred soul banner is aimed at Cultivators; the Souls of Mortals don't provide much enhancement, but they can increase its evil Aura.)

As soon as this banner appeared, the weather changed dramatically!

The sky above the entire Wang Family mansion instantly darkened, a cold wind howled furiously, and ghosts wailed.

Under the shroud of this Aura, the originally menacing stone spears cracked inch by inch, turning into dust before even approaching the Demonic Cultivator!

The Wang Family Old Ancestor watched with splitting eyes. From that banner, he sensed tens of thousands of Dead souls (departed souls) roaring, many of which had the Aura of Cultivators!

He instantly understood something, pointed at the Demonic Cultivator, his voice trembling: "Antai County... it was you! You did it! You, you are a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator!"

"Hehehe, only realizing it now? Too late!" The Demonic Cultivator laughed wildly.

He suddenly pushed his hands upwards, muttering incantations.

"Ten Thousand Souls Devour the Heavens!"

The hundred soul banner moved without wind, and the tens of thousands of tormented human faces on its surface seemed to come alive, scrambling to break free from the banner and converging in mid-air into an enormous, hideous ghost head formed by countless intertwined and twisted Souls!

The ghost head opened its massive mouth and let out a silent roar!

This roar directly struck the Wang Family Old Ancestor's Divine Soul!

"Ah!"

The Wang Family Old Ancestor instantly felt his mind shatter. Under the intense pain, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he could barely stand.

The aftershock of the roar naturally affected the remaining Wang Family members in the mansion. Before they could even let out a scream, their eyes rolled back, their Divine Souls were instantly shattered by the impact, and they became empty shells without Souls.

"No, don't!"

Amidst the Wang Family Old Ancestor's terrified and despairing screams, a translucent spiritual body, identical to his face, was forcibly torn from the top of his head!

Immediately after, a new face, filled with pain and resentment, clearly emerged on the banner—it was precisely the Wang Family Old Ancestor, an Early Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator!

The Demonic Cultivator retrieved the hundred soul banner with satisfaction, letting out a strange laugh.

This simple, brutal, and swift scene stunned all the Wang Family members present.

Their proud backing, the Family's pillar of strength, was killed in just a few exchanges?

"Run!"

Someone let out a mournful shriek, and the crowd instantly exploded into chaos.

Seeing this, the Demonic Cultivator sneered, then the hundred soul banner behind him soared into the sky again, transforming into a massive black curtain that enveloped the entire Wang Family mansion.

"This Venerable One's feast has just begun."

The wailing of ghosts and wolves intensified, and countless distorted Souls surged out from the banner, pouncing on the scattered Wang Family members.

Screams, wails, and the sound of Magical Artifacts shattering were incessant.

Wang Boan collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

The scene before him made him unable to harbor any thoughts of resistance.

He watched helplessly as his son was torn to shreds by a ghostly hand, and his wife was devoured by several Souls. He was on the verge of collapse.

Just as a hideous ghost claw was about to crush his skull, he used all his strength to roar: "Senior, spare me! Please spare me! This Qinghe County is not only home to my Wang Family's Foundation Establishment Cultivator!"

That ghost claw stopped mere inches above his head.

The Demonic Cultivator's figure instantly appeared before him, looking at Wang Boan in confusion: "Oh? Tell me about it. If you can't satisfy this Venerable One, your fate will be a hundred times worse than theirs."

Wang Boan felt the icy killing intent and dared not hide anything, telling him everything about the Su Family.

"It's the Su Family of Qingyang Town! They have a Tiangang Sect Disciple who, with just a High-Grade Spiritual Root, broke through to Foundation Establishment in less than ten years! He must have obtained some great Opportunity! The resources that Disciple sent back to his Family are piled up like mountains!"

"Senior, our Wang Family Old Ancestor has already been killed by you. The remaining Qi Refining Family members probably won't be of much use to you. If you go to Qingyang Town, the harvest you get will definitely be much greater than slaughtering my small Wang Family!"

As he spoke, he kowtowed frantically, his forehead already bloody and mangled. He exaggerated his words as much as possible, as surviving was the most important thing now.

The Demonic Cultivator listened, stroked his chin, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

A High-Grade Spiritual Root, breaking through to Foundation Establishment in less than ten years?

This indeed piqued his interest, but unfortunately, he couldn't stay in one place for too long.

However, Qingyang Town wasn't far, so it wouldn't hurt to go take a look.

"Very good." The Demonic Cultivator nodded. "This Venerable One is very satisfied with your information."

Upon hearing this, Wang Boan's face showed the wild joy of surviving a catastrophe: "Thank you, Senior! Thank you, Senior, for sparing my life!"

"Don't thank me so quickly. Go and bring out all the Storage Pouches, Spirit Stones, Spirit Medicine, and Magical Artifacts accumulated by your Wang Family over the years from the treasury. Not a single item can be missing. I'll only give you half an hour.

Also, don't even think about running. Your entire Wang Family mansion has been surrounded by my Formation."

Upon hearing this, Wang Boan's face grew even paler.

Those were the Wang Family's accumulations of over a hundred years; how could he bear to part with them?

But looking at the Demonic Cultivator's emotionless eyes, it was clear there was no room for negotiation.

"Yes, yes! This Junior will go get them now! I'll go get them now!" He scrambled to his feet and quickly placed all the Family's cultivation resources, ten Medium Grade Storage Pouches, before the Demonic Cultivator.

Looking at the Spirit Stones and various Heaven And Earth Treasures piled up like mountains inside the Storage Pouches, the Demonic Cultivator was very satisfied.

Seeing the Demonic Cultivator's satisfaction, Wang Boan knelt humbly and said, "Senior, everything, everything is here. I beg Senior to keep your promise and spare my Wang Family a path to survival."

"Promise?" The Demonic Cultivator first put away all the Storage Pouches, then kicked Wang Boan to the ground.

"This Venerable One only said I was satisfied with your information, but I never said I would let your Wang Family go."

Wang Boan's smile instantly froze on his face.

"Your appearance, abandoning even your ancestral foundation just to save your life, truly disgusts this Venerable One!"

As his voice fell, the Demonic Cultivator circulated the spiritual power in his body and kicked out.

Wang Boan's head instantly exploded, splattering filth everywhere.

The Demonic Cultivator disgustedly shook off the filth from his foot, looked up at the mansion shrouded in the black banner and overflowing with resentment, and licked his lips.

"The Souls here are almost collected. After visiting the last Family, it's time to go back."

He put away the hundred soul banner and flew towards Qingyang Town on his Magical Artifact.