Chapter 32

In front of the temple of the Yin clan, more than a hundred thousand Yin clan members simultaneously widened their eyes.

An indeterminate number of Yin clan members let out cries of shock, even the elders and senior members standing at the temple entrance were left dumbfounded, and even Yin Tianjue was momentarily at a loss—how could someone dare to launch a sneak attack on a young participant in the Yin clan’s martial arts ceremony? How could they have such audacity?

Yin Jiwu, with his distorted face, did just that!

When he saw his son, Yin Xuejiao, who he had placed great hopes on, and who he expected to secure his position in the family and even advance further through his outstanding performance, fall from the sky like a dead man after being beaten by Yin Xuege, Yin Jiwu completely lost his mind!

Three months ago, when Yin Xuejiao, who had just broken through to become a Star Warrior, was defeated by a single sword strike from Yin Xuege, who was still an ordinary young member, it was a great humiliation for Yin Jiwu. Yin Jiwu even indulged Yin Xuejiao in completing tasks for the External Affairs Hall, sending Yin Xuege to his death!

But this damned bastard actually returned from the Great Berlin City-State, alive and well! Not only did he not die, but he also tamed a powerful Silver Wolf follower, a member of the royal bloodline among the Wolfmen. The strength of that silver-tongued man, Wu Mu, was even far superior to Yin Jiwu’s! At least, in the few times Yin Jiwu had tested him, he had always come out on the losing end against Wu Mu!

What was even more unacceptable to Yin Jiwu was that Yin Xuege was actually a Daywalker? A Daywalker, the most unpredictable and talented among the Blood Fiends? Seeing the various preferential treatments and privileges that Yin Xuege received, Yin Jiwu was so jealous that his eyes turned green!

If he could endure all of this, at this year’s Ancestral Ceremony, he was actually excluded, which completely drove Yin Jiwu to lose his mind! He, Yin Jiwu, had always been the standout among the fourth-generation direct descendants of the Yin clan. He had considerable influence in the clan, held significant power, and he always believed that he would at least become someone like Yin Tianjue in the future!

But he was actually excluded from the list of participants for the Ancestral Ceremony! Without a doubt, this was all because of Yin Xuege!

And now, Yin Xuege was about to receive the Blood Spirit Sword, the sword that Yin Tianjue had worn for three hundred years and then placed in the family’s Blood Pool for nurturing! This sword held a status in the Yin clan akin to the personal seal of an emperor, with extraordinary influence and symbolic significance! It could be said that whoever obtained this sword would be the future successor of the Yin clan!

His son, falling from the sky like a torn and bloody sack, while Yin Xuege only needed to defeat the last opponent, Yin Xueao, to wield the Blood Spirit Sword! It was almost certain that from now on, Yin Xuege would rise rapidly in the Yin clan, his status would soar, he would gain more and more power, and he would become stronger and stronger, inevitably trampling the Yin Jiwu father and son underfoot, making it impossible for them to turn the tide.

So, when Yin Xuege punched Yin Xuejiao, sending him flying, Yin Jiwu, driven by rage, completely forgot where he was and ignored the current situation. He spread his own life-bound bat wings, causing a gust of wind, and instantly appeared behind Yin Xuege.

It was the same palm that had severely injured Yin Xuege in the Young Members Hall. Yin Jiwu’s right palm was swollen to more than twice its size, the crimson right palm almost becoming translucent. In the palm, which was eerily glowing with a faint red light, a fist-sized ancient demon rune was flashing. This rune represented 'erosion,' indicating that Yin Jiwu’s palm had extraordinary eroding and continuous damage capabilities.

The entire venue was in an uproar. Just as Yin Jiwu’s right palm was about to hit Yin Xuege’s back, Yin Xuege felt the chilling aura behind him. His right leg, like a spring, swung up, delivering a heavy kick to Yin Xueao’s abdomen, sending him flying nearly a hundred meters away.

Using the recoil from this kick, Yin Xuege’s body turned around. A faint blood-colored mist enveloped his body, and his eyes turned a strange deep blue. In his pupils, a deep silver light flickered, like ghostly fire, making Yin Jiwu, who had seen the change in Yin Xuege’s eyes, feel a sudden chill in his heart!

A pair of faintly crimson, semi-transparent bat wings suddenly unfurled from behind Yin Xuege. Amid the shocked screams of countless Yin clan members, Yin Xuege’s life-bound bat wings were enveloped in a dense blood-colored flame. With a light flap, the wings, which had a span of over three meters, created several blurry afterimages, and Yin Xuege, like a ghost, evaded Yin Jiwu’s sneak attack.

On Yin Xuege’s life-bound bat wings, the ancient demon runes representing 'speed' and 'wind' flashed and disappeared. Suddenly, a howling wind surged around him, and dozens of ten-meter-high spiral winds rose from the ground. Caught off guard, Yin Jiwu was swept into two of the spiral winds. With his palm missing its target, he lost his balance and began to sway uncontrollably in the air.

Yin Xuege let out a long howl, and his flying speed suddenly increased several times. Even the experts of the 'Wu' generation of the Yin clan found it difficult to track his movements. Numerous afterimages appeared and disappeared in the wind, and Yin Xuege drew the hidden soft sword from his belt. With a light flick of his right hand, countless palm-sized crescent sword lights tore through the air, whistling towards Yin Jiwu.

Drops of blood continuously spurted from Yin Jiwu’s body. At this moment, Yin Xuege perfectly executed the sword techniques taught by the Young Members Hall’s attendants. The soft sword, like a mad snake, repeatedly pierced and exited the vital points of Yin Jiwu’s joints and tendons. Countless tendons were severed, joints were shattered, and numerous blood vessels were cut, causing fountains of blood to gush from Yin Jiwu’s body.

Yin Jiwu let out a painful scream, his howls mixed with confusion and boundless fear.

He was confused about why Yin Xuege had life-bound bat wings, and he could not understand how a mere eleven-year-old young member could possess such formidable strength! What terrified him was that the boundless pain finally extinguished his rage, and he suddenly realized what he had done and how foolish it was.

Sword lights flew from all directions, and Yin Jiwu, acting on instinct, swung his right palm wildly. He had already heard the sharp whistles from the elders at the temple entrance, which were filled with extreme anger, like countless needles piercing his ears, causing his eardrums to ache and his internal organs to almost shatter.

With a 'bang,' Yin Jiwu’s wildly swinging right palm struck solidly on Yin Xuege’s chest!

Yin Xuege looked at the bewildered Yin Jiwu and lowered his voice, laughing coldly, "You and your son are finished!"

Yin Jiwu’s palm had little strength left, but Yin Xuege bit his tongue and spat out a stream of blood, falling backward heavily. The soft sword flew out of his hand, landing dozens of meters away, as if he had been severely injured and could no longer hold the hilt.

"You and your son are finished!"

Only Yin Xuege and Yin Jiwu heard these words. Yin Jiwu understood what Yin Xuege meant. Because he knew the meaning behind these words, his heart was suddenly filled with fear and a hollow sense of defeat. His regained sanity, due to the pain, was once again eroded by fear and defeat. Like a madman, he dragged his heavily injured body, spread his bat wings, and charged towards Yin Xuege.

"I will kill you! Damned bastard, I will kill you!" Yin Jiwu slowly approached Yin Xuege, raised his right palm, and was about to strike his heart! He truly had the intention to kill, determined to shatter Yin Xuege’s heart and completely eliminate him!

But he had no chance. The elders and senior members of the Yin clan had never imagined that someone would dare to act so recklessly and insanely during the sacred family martial arts ceremony, but this did not mean that the elders and senior members were useless!

Yin Tianjue, with an extremely grim expression, appeared behind Yin Jiwu like a ghost. He grabbed Yin Jiwu’s neck, lifted his body, and threw him heavily onto the stage. Yin Jiwu let out a惨叫, his body heavily impacting the stage, the immense force shattering his skin and causing large amounts of blood to spray out like blooming flowers around him.

Enraged, Yin Tianjue’s attack shattered all of Yin Jiwu’s bones, severed all his nerves and tendons. Even for the Blood Fiends, the only fatal weakness, his heart, was damaged with dozens of dark injuries. Without a long period of recuperation and a large amount of blood replenishment, Yin Jiwu’s injuries would be extremely difficult to recover from.

"Damned thing!" Yin Tianjue did not hide his anger and murderous intent. Two bloody flames shot out from his eyes, extending over a foot long. He stared at Yin Jiwu for a long time before nodding slowly, "If it weren’t for the fact that your father only has you as his son, I would have ripped out your heart right now!"

"But death is forgivable, but living in disgrace is not!" The nail on Yin Tianjue’s right index finger grew over a foot long with a crisp 'ding ding' sound. He lightly scratched Yin Jiwu’s chest, exposing his weakly beating heart.

With a light swipe of his right palm on Yin Jiwu’s heart, Yin Jiwu’s body suddenly trembled violently, and he let out a desperate scream. Two streams of blood tears rolled out of his eyes.

A silver-blue essence blood, the size of a baby’s head, appeared in Yin Tianjue’s palm. From the color of the essence blood, it was clear that Yin Jiwu had reached