Chapter 89

This feeling was something Wang Lin had never experienced before. It was a heart-wrenching pain, as if all the blood in his body had been drained in an instant, causing waves of dizziness to surge in his heart.

Wang Lin endured this inexplicable pain, his steps quickening. Seeing the three people behind him relentlessly pursuing him, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he changed direction, flying towards the gathering place of the Corpse Yin Sect with his sword.

Four long rainbows streaked across the sky of the Jue Ming Valley at an incredible speed.

Panic and helplessness were the only thoughts left in Wang Hao and Wang Zhuo's minds. They did not even dare to move, watching helplessly as their colleague Wang Tao and his sister met their end on the spot.

The cultivator with an ethereal demeanor had a complex expression on his face, sighed lightly, and turned away, no longer looking.

Teng Huayuan stepped into the gate with a sinister smile, clasped his hands together, and when he separated them, a purple ring of energy immediately spread out, enveloping the entire residence, making it impossible for anyone inside to escape.

He then lifted his foot and entered the nearest side room, where the servants lived. Horrific screams of agony echoed from within, and yellow wisps of smoke drifted out, being absorbed by a small flag.

The faces of seven or eight Wang family servants, twisted in pain, appeared on the flag.

Teng Huayuan did not stop, continuing to the next room. More screams of agony followed, and Wang Hao's body trembled, his heart filled with the desire to resist, but he could not utter a word.

Soon, all the servants had become innocent souls, and the sinister look on Teng Huayuan's face grew even more intense. At this point, most of the Wang family had been roused by the continuous screams, trying to leave their rooms, but they were terrified to find that all the rooms were enveloped in purple light, making it impossible to leave.

They could only hear the continuous, horrific screams from outside, and this unknown fear made all the Wang family members tremble with fear.

Teng Huayuan muttered to himself, "Lisi, since that person killed you, I will kill his entire clan to avenge you." Saying this, he stepped into another room.

Wang Hao's body shook violently, as if a force had erupted from within him. His mind reeled, and he rushed forward a few steps, shouting, "No..."

Teng Huayuan turned back and sneered, waving his right hand. Instantly, the house crumbled into ashes, revealing a man and a woman, both filled with terror.

These two were Wang Lin's third uncle and aunt, and also Wang Hao's parents.

Teng Huayuan reached out with his right hand, and Wang Hao's father immediately levitated, his hands clutching his neck, his face turning red as he opened his mouth in extreme pain.

Wang Hao's eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down his face. He shouted and tried to rush forward, but was held back by Wang Zhuo, who firmly pinned him down, whispering, "Wang Hao, don't be impulsive. The other party is an old monster at the Core Formation stage."

Teng Huayuan sneered a few times, then retracted his right hand. Instantly, there was a loud bang, and Wang Hao's father's head turned into a mist of blood, his body collapsing to the ground, his soul immediately being absorbed by the black flag.

"No!!" Wang Hao's voice was hoarse. He felt as if a boulder had struck his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood and staring blankly at his father's corpse, muttering, "Why... why..."

Teng Huayuan reached out again, grabbing Wang Hao's mother, crushing her skull, and throwing her body in front of Wang Hao.

Wang Hao's body swayed, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, completely collapsing. He hugged his mother's corpse, tears streaming down his face, and suddenly looked up, staring at Teng Huayuan, screaming, "Why!!!!"

Teng Huayuan's face was grim, and with a flick of his sleeve, the entire Wang family residence turned to ashes in a flash of purple light, leaving about forty people on the ground, all of whom were members of the Wang family.

They were all filled with terror, and the women could not help but cry. Apart from the living, the ground was littered with headless corpses.

Teng Huayuan grabbed one of them with a sinister smile. This person was Wang Lin's father's third uncle, the most senior member of the Wang family.

Amidst the screams of the surrounding people, Teng Huayuan extracted his soul, causing him to die a miserable death.

Wang Hao stared blankly at the scene, not noticing that Wang Zhuo's hand, which was holding him, had left blood marks on his arm. Wang Zhuo dared not look at his parents in the crowd, his body trembling, his eyes bloodshot.

The crowd was filled with cries. Wang Lin's fourth uncle, who had spent most of his life in the wilderness, had more courage than the average person. He smiled bitterly, as if he had come to terms with his fate. He was alone, his wife having died a year ago, and his son had been sent to a martial arts sect for training many years ago. He now had nothing to lose and shouted,

"Immortal, how have we, the Wang family, offended you? We are mere mortals, like ants to you, but even ants deserve to know why this is happening!"

The ethereal cultivator hummed, his gaze flickering as he sized up the middle-aged man.

"Why?" Teng Huayuan tapped his hands a few times, and several more people died, their blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

"You Wang family produced a person who dared to kill my great-grandson, so I will exterminate your entire clan!" Saying this, he slapped the ground, causing it to tremble, and over ten people died instantly.

Wang Hao broke free from Wang Zhuo and tried to rush forward, but was pinned down again by Wang Zhuo, who had tears streaming down his face, whispering, "Wang Hao, no matter what happened before, we must survive. Only by surviving can we seek revenge!"

Wang Lin's fourth uncle smiled bitterly and said, "Immortal, how could anyone from our Wang family have the ability to kill your great-grandson? In the past few hundred years, only three of us have cultivated..."

At this point, he suddenly paused, as if he had thought of something.

Among the survivors, Wang Zhuo's father knelt on the ground, trembling, and said, "Immortal, was the person who killed your great-grandson named Wang Lin?"

A cold light flashed in Teng Huayuan's eyes, and he silently thought, "Wang Lin... so his name is Wang Lin!" He looked at the man, reached out with his right hand, and immediately pulled Wang Zhuo's father to the front, staring into his eyes and saying, word by word, "Tell me everything about this Wang Lin."

Wang Zhuo's father quickly recounted everything about Wang Lin, including the location of his parents' residence. He thought to himself, "Die, all of you, even if you didn't do it, the Wang family is gone, and your parents will be buried with them."

After listening, Teng Huayuan laughed a few times, clasped his hands together, and a ball of lightning appeared between them. He casually pushed it, and a ring of energy spread out.

Wang Zhuo's father, being the closest, immediately trembled and turned to ashes along with his clothes. As the energy spread, all those who touched it vanished, their souls being absorbed by the black flag.

Just as the energy was about to reach Wang Lin's fourth uncle, he closed his eyes, but a gentle white light suddenly enveloped him, blocking the lightning.

Teng Huayuan turned around and stared at the ethereal cultivator.

The cultivator sighed and said, "Teng Daoist, let this person live. I have a use for him."

Teng Huayuan sneered, pointing at Wang Zhuo and Wang Hao, and said to the cultivator, "You won't interfere with these two, right?"

The cultivator smiled lightly and looked at Teng Huayuan, saying, "Teng Daoist, why ask a question you already know the answer to? If you kill them in front of me, I won't stop you, but if Senior Pusanzi of the Xuan Dao Sect asks, I will tell him the truth."

Teng Huayuan looked at the cultivator for a long time, then stepped forward, causing the entire Wang family residence to turn into ruins.

As for Wang Zhuo and the others, he did not even glance at them, and flew off in the direction of Wang Lin's home, following the route he had obtained.

Wang Zhuo's body trembled as he stared at the ruins, remaining silent for a moment before kneeling down and bowing several times, his forehead bleeding. At this moment, his face was slightly distorted.

Wang Hao gritted his teeth, smiled bitterly, and fell to the ground.

Wang Zhuo got up, picked up Wang Hao, bowed to the cultivator, and flew in the direction of the Xuan Dao Sect, leaving behind the past conflicts as the Wang family was destroyed.

The cultivator sighed, thinking, "What a sin... I don't know if what I did was right or wrong... but this middle-aged man has extraordinary courage. Saving one person is better than none." With that, he flicked his sleeve and disappeared with Wang Lin's fourth uncle from the Wang family's ancestral home.

Teng Huayuan almost instantly arrived at the village where Wang Lin's family lived. The black flag behind him was sealed with the souls of over a hundred Wang family members, and upon closer inspection, countless faces were visible, all twisted in pain.

Horrific screams of agony drifted from the flag, causing a chill to run through the air.

Upon reaching the village, Teng Huayuan scanned the area with his divine sense and immediately found Wang Lin's house. He sneered and rushed down...

A moment later, Teng Huayuan emerged from the Wang family's house, slapped the black flag, and it grew to an enormous size. He bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of Core Formation blood, and the flag immediately emitted ghostly howls. Waves of energy rippled across the flag, and slowly, the ripples subsided, revealing a scene where Wang Lin was rapidly moving through a dense forest.

Teng Huayuan sneered and pointed at the scene.

Meanwhile, Wang Lin, feeling inexplicable fear and unease, led the three pursuers towards the gathering place of the Corpse Yin Sect. Suddenly, he felt an unprecedented pain in his chest, as if a breath had been sucked out of him. He groaned in pain, stumbled, and knelt on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Pain! Unimaginable pain! Indescribable pain!

This pain, like a tidal wave, engulfed Wang Lin. Cultivators are extremely sensitive in certain aspects, and at this moment, a wave of panic he had never experienced before surged in his heart. The kind faces of his parents involuntarily appeared in his mind.

Then, Wang Lin saw a scene that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

"No!!!" Two streams of blood tears flowed down Wang Lin's eyes. His expression was one of agony, his body trembling, and a cold, sinister spiritual energy surged within him, completely out of control. Within a ten-meter radius, all the grass and trees turned into blue crystals, and the spread of this cold spiritual energy continued to intensify...

At this moment, the "extreme" realm of Wang Lin's spiritual energy rose without limit, reaching the pinnacle of extremity.