194: Chapter 193 Chen Zilong, come in!

Zhou Xiao looked at the bottomless despair and plea in her mother's eyes.

Then she looked at her cousin, trampled on the ground.

And then at the four indifferent deities in the sky.

A cold, bone-chilling sensation instantly froze her limbs and bones.

She stopped struggling, and her body went limp.

The anger in her eyes gradually extinguished.

In its place was a profound, suffocating despair.

She knew that the Xuan Yin Sect and the Wang Family had not set up such a grand display just to destroy the Zhou Family.

In their eyes, the Zhou Family was no different from ants.

Their target was Chen Zilong.

The Zhou Family was merely bait for fishing, a bargaining chip to force Chen Zilong to appear.

The hundreds of members of their Zhou Family were now like fish on a chopping block, to be slaughtered at will, without even the right to resist.

All their dignity, all their hope, was trampled underfoot and crushed to dust.

Just then, the Wang Family disciple who was stepping on Zhou Xiao's head inadvertently glanced at Zhou Xiao.

When he saw Zhou Xiao's pale yet still undeniably beautiful face,

especially her eyes, now filled with despair and tears, making them even more delicate and moving, a blatant, lecherous and greedy light burst forth in his eyes.

He licked his dry lips, a 'gululu' sound of swallowing saliva coming from his throat, his voice distorted by excitement:

"Heh... Speaking of which, no wonder my Young Master Bufan was so determined to marry you back then... This little face truly makes even me pity her, so enticing..."

As soon as these words were uttered, the surrounding Wang Family and Xuan Yin Sect disciples were first stunned, then like dry firewood being ignited, they burst into even more wanton and malicious laughter!

"Hahaha! Wang Laowu, your eyes are truly sharp!"

"That's right! Anyway, these Zhou Family members are all going to die. Before they die, let us brothers have some fun. It's not like they came into this world for nothing!"

"Brilliant! Wang Laowu, you go first! The first taste is yours!"

"Yes, yes, yes! You first! Her mother also looks quite alluring, she's mine later! Hahaha!"

"Hurry up, Wang Laowu, don't dawdle! Brothers are still queuing up behind you!"

...

Filthy words, like dirty mud, splattered all over Zhou Xiao and Su Ling.

Those cultivators who might have been outwardly righteous on normal days,

now, driven by absolute power advantage and twisted desires, completely tore off their disguises, revealing their beastly, ferocious faces.

Everyone in the Zhou Family instantly turned ashen.

Zhou Yi suddenly pulled his wife and daughter behind him, shielding them with his broken body.

His eyes burst forth with a horrifying light, a resolute determination to perish with his enemies!

Su Ling tightly hugged her trembling daughter, who was on the verge of fainting.

Her tears finally streamed down, but she bit her lip, not daring to cry out loud.

Zhou Xiao was tightly embraced by her mother.

She could feel her mother's violent trembling, and smell the scent of fear and despair mixed together emanating from her mother.

She herself was terrified, so scared that her heart felt like it would stop beating, so scared that her soul was screaming.

Those lecherous gazes, those dirty words, were like countless cold, slimy hands crawling over her body, making her feel nauseous, making her wish she could die immediately.

Amidst this extreme fear and despair, a figure uncontrollably and clearly appeared in her mind.

A young man in ordinary green robes, with an unremarkable appearance, but eyes that were always calm and resolute.

Chen Zilong...

She knew he wasn't foolish.

Between them, in the end, was just a ten-year employment contract.

Now the contract was long fulfilled; he had helped the Zhou Family deal with Wang Bufan, repelled Tian Yin, and could even be said to have done his utmost.

Facing the certain death trap set by the four Soul Transformation Elders of the Xuan Yin Sect and the Wang Family Ancestor, what reason did he have to return?

To return was to seek death.

Reason told her that Chen Zilong would never appear.

He should have long since fled far away.

But...

But in the deepest part of her heart,

that tiny flicker of hope, which even she found absurd and laughable, stubbornly refused to extinguish, like a spark in a strong wind.

How she wished that figure would appear again.

Like at Hugang Mountain, like at Duanlong Cliff, standing in front of her, looking at her with those calm eyes and saying:

"It's alright."

Just as those Wang Family disciples were leering and beginning to reach out to pull at her and her mother's clothes, their filthy hands about to touch their skin—

"Whoosh—!"

A cold glint, without warning, shot from the distant horizon like a meteor tearing through the night sky, at a speed impossible for the naked eye to catch!

That cold glint was too fast, too cold, carrying a resolute killing intent that would tear through everything!

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

Several soft sounds in succession, like ripe watermelons being sliced by a sharp blade.

The Wang Family disciples who were about to lay hands on Zhou Xiao and Su Ling suddenly froze.

Their faces still held lecherous smiles, but their eyes were instantly replaced by bewilderment and terror.

Immediately after, their necks, chests, and foreheads simultaneously burst open with a spray of blood!

Warm blood splattered out, covering Zhou Xiao and Su Ling.

Until their bodies fell to the ground with 'thump, thump' sounds, they hadn't even managed to let out a complete scream.

A battle spear, entirely silver and ancient in design, its tip still dripping blood, was deeply embedded in the bluestone ground in the center of the Zhou Family plaza, like a divine needle stabilizing the sea, its shaft still trembling slightly, emitting a low hum.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Zhou Xiao stared blankly at the silver battle spear so close, feeling the warm drops of blood on her face, and after a brief pause, her heart began to pound wildly, like a drum!

Almost bursting out of her chest!

Is it...

Is it him?!

Su Ling was also splattered with blood on her face.

But her first reaction was to fiercely pull her daughter even tighter into her embrace, shielding her daughter's sight with her trembling body, as if that could cut off the blood and fear.

Her fear did not dissipate; instead, it intensified due to this sudden slaughter.

On the other side, Zhou Yi, who had been pressed to the ground and beaten, also felt the pressure on him lighten.

He struggled to lift his head, only to see the Wang Family and Xuan Yin Sect disciples who had been holding him down.

They were now lying scattered on the ground like cut wheat, each with a blood hole in their throat or chest, already dead.

In the air, the four Soul Transformation Elders who had been sitting with their eyes closed, seemingly indifferent to everything below, now slowly opened their eyes.

Four gazes, like four drawn swords, instantly locked onto the direction from which the battle spear had flown.

In the sky east of the Zhou Family mansion, a green Escape Light (Dunguang) that was not dazzling but astonishingly fast was rapidly approaching.

The Escape Light (Dunguang) dissipated, and a figure stood in mid-air, blocking the somewhat dim sunlight.

The newcomer was tall and imposing, wearing a close-fitting, dark blue armor that looked ordinary but subtly shimmered with thunder patterns.

His appearance was still unremarkable.

But at this moment, that face no longer held any of its usual calmness or laziness.

There was only anger like ten-thousand-year-old ice, and a nearly boiling, tangible, chilling battle intent!

His eyes, moreover, were as sharp as an eagle's.

In the depths of his pupils, an undisguised, monstrous killing intent, capable of freezing souls, surged!

Chen Zilong!

He really came!