85: Chapter 85 The Yu family genealogy is being erased...

"A vicious criminal has broken into the manor, everyone stay alert!"

"Over here, that vicious criminal is here... Urgh, ah!"

"Run! This criminal's strength is extraordinary..."

Inside the Yu Family Manor, two Yu Family Immortal Cultivators smelled a thick, bloody stench and heard urgent cries, quickly flying out from the depths of the manor.

As soon as they flew out, they saw Qin Muyuan slaughtering their Family Disciples as if it were a massacre.

In an instant, their eyes turned red.

"Damned criminal, how dare you trespass into our Yu Family and kill our Family Disciples, prepare to die!"

One of the Yu Family Immortal Cultivators had reddened eyes, holding a blood-red longwhip, shouted angrily, and fiercely swung the blood-red longwhip toward Qin Muyuan.

Crack.

The blood-red longwhip produced sonic booms in mid-air, spinning into a ring as it lashed from behind onto Qin Muyuan's Physical Body.

Slap.

Immediately, a sound of metal clashing burst out.

Qin Muyuan took the whip, and a faint white mark appeared on his body. Casually cutting down a Yu Family Disciple in front of him, he then turned around to look at the person who had lashed him.

"A whip? Are you playing BDSM with me?"

Qin Muyuan glanced at the white mark on his body. Under the recovery of his powerful vital Qi and blood, this white mark quickly vanished, as if it had never been struck at all.

This scene caused the pupils of the whip-wielding Yu Family Immortal Cultivator to suddenly constrict:

"What a terrifying defensive technique?!"

"Defensive technique? Who needs those things."

The next second, Qin Muyuan's figure flashed and appeared at his side.

"I have always relied on my Physical Body, and I never really wear equipment, and even when I do, I only wear a tiny bit."

Qin Muyuan's voice rang out beside this Yu Family Immortal Cultivator.

The Yu Family Immortal Cultivator was instantly shocked in his heart, completely not expecting that Qin Muyuan was still far away just a moment ago, forcibly enduring a whip from him without the slightest sign of injury.

Yet in the next step, he had already flashed to his side!

"Ahhhhh!"

He suddenly let out a loud shout, knowing that facing such a formidable enemy, he had to risk his life!

He was seen quickly pulling a Medicinal Pill out from his clothes, about to swallow it into his mouth.

Swoosh.

But the next moment, a flash of blood-colored sword qi swept past, and this Yu Family Immortal Cultivator's movements suddenly paused.

From his shoulder blade to the left side of his waist, a bloody line suddenly appeared.

At the same time, along that bloody line, his upper body and lower body tilted down like scattered building blocks.

At this moment, the person lost all strength, and the severed body, exposing intestines and viscera, plummeted straight down.

With a thud, the two halves of the body slammed onto the hard stone floor below, bones and flesh completely shattered.

"Weak, too weak."

Qin Muyuan shook his head slightly.

These Immortal Cultivators of the Yu Family were truly too weak.

So weak that they couldn't even swallow a strengthening Medicinal Pill in front of him.

Qin Muyuan executed the Wind-Riding Step, turned around, and looked at the other Yu Family Immortal Cultivator.

At this moment, feeling Qin Muyuan's gaze, this male-yet-female-looking Yu Family Immortal Cultivator's body instantly shook like a sieve.

"Don't... don't kill me! I know many positions, and I've served many, many masters..."

Swoosh!

Qin Muyuan slashed out with another blade, the sword qi blowing away this Yu Family Immortal Cultivator's head.

Immediately, this Yu Family Immortal Cultivator's head split into two, brain matter and blood gushed out, and the body plummeted straight down, dying instantly.

"Even transgenders exist, it seems this Yu Family really knows how to play."

Qin Muyuan's expression was calm and unperturbed, looking as if he hadn't just chopped down two Immortal Cultivators, but rather crushed two ants.

He swept his gaze across the quest interface.

He saw that in the Yu Family genealogy column on the interface, more than a dozen Yu Family members were simultaneously crossed out with red lines.

On the genealogy, a little less than half of the Yu Family people had disappeared.

However, this scene was still quite a distance away from the genealogy elimination game that Qin Muyuan wanted.

Qin Muyuan stepped into the firmament, his gaze scanning the Yu Family Manor below.

Scanning and finding a place where the Yu Family people gathered, he stomped fiercely, his figure slamming down towards a courtyard below like a meteor.

Boom!

Qin Muyuan's figure was like a cannonball, smashing from the sky into the courtyard, stone walls and wooden boards instantly shattering and flying everywhere.

"Where do you few want to run off to?"

Crushing someone's head with a single kick, Qin Muyuan coldly looked at the dozen or so Yu Family Disciples in front of him who were only around sixteen years old, asking indifferently.

"Criminal! What do you want?!"

Among the crowd of Yu Family Disciples, the timid ones were already frightened by the Killing Intent emitted by Qin Muyuan to the point of sweating through their pants, while the leading Yu Family Disciple tightly clenched his teeth and said harshly.

His face carried hatred, and his gaze held ferocity and resentment as he stared fixedly at Qin Muyuan, as if he wanted to firmly engrave Qin Muyuan's face in his heart.

"I am the son of the Yu Family Clan Chief, Yu Heng. If you kill me, my father will absolutely not let you off!"

The son of Yu Heng viciously issued a threat.

Although he lacked confidence in his heart, facing this peerless criminal who had broken into the Yu Family, he could only bring up his father Yu Heng's name, attempting to scare off the criminal.

However, hearing the words released by Yu Heng's son, Qin Muyuan calmly waved his hand.

"The son of Yu Heng? Even if you were the son of the Jade Emperor, I would still slaughter you, and no one can stop me."

As the words fell, Qin Muyuan's figure flashed again, the blade falling as his hands moved.

The blood-colored sharpness of the sea of corpses and blood instantly slashed down, decapitating this son of Yu Heng in a split second!

"Ah—"

This scene caused the crowd of Yu Family Disciples behind to let out shrieks and howls once more, fleeing in all directions.

However, in front of Qin Muyuan's Wind-Riding Step, their fleeing speed was simply too slow!

In just the span of two breaths, Qin Muyuan swung out seven blades, each blade precisely harvesting the life of a Yu Family Disciple.

Of these dozen or so new-generation Yu Family Disciples, only five remained alive instantly.

"Criminal, stop right there!"

Just at this moment, an angry shout carrying spiritual power fluctuations suddenly came from ahead.

A Yu Family Immortal Cultivator dressed in a blood-red robe rushed over quickly, leading a dozen or so pale-faced and bloated Martial Cultivators behind him.

Seeing the corpses of Yu Family Disciples covering the ground, his eyes instantly split open in anger, and his face became extremely distorted.

"Yu Family... My Yu Family members... Hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred!"

The blood-robed Immortal Cultivator's teeth trembled, a rich hatred flashed across his face, and a Late Stage of Qi aura emanated, pressing down towards Qin Muyuan like a giant mountain:

"You dare to kill seven of my Yu Family Disciples! I will definitely chop you into ten thousand pieces!"

However, facing this Late Stage of Qi aura, Qin Muyuan was completely unmoved, his movements not even pausing for a single beat.

He slashed forward three times, and immediately the three blade auras spread rapidly like ripples, enveloping the five fleeing new-generation Yu Family Disciples.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.

Five pillars of blood shot straight into the sky, and five corpses simultaneously fell to the ground with a thud.

"You got it wrong."

Having hacked this batch of new-generation Yu Family Disciples to death, Qin Muyuan slowly turned his body around and looked at the blood-robed Immortal Cultivator:

"Not seven, but thirteen."