Chapter 1313: The Yang Clan's Nightmare
Within the Demon Domain, pitch blackness reigned, demonic qi churning endlessly, a terrifying demonic intent constantly invading the bodies of the Yang Clan members, eroding their will to fight.
"It's Lin Feng, break out!" Yang Zilan's face was pale. Several figures simultaneously charged into the void, attempting to shatter the Demon Domain. But at that moment, Lin Feng held his sword and slashed out. The sword technique that fused three essences, Instant Desolation, was unleashed, and it seemed even more perfect than before. In an instant, a Fourth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm expert was directly slain. He had no heart for battle and was panicked and flustered—how could he not die?
"One sword, killing a Fourth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm, just one sword!" Yang Zilan's face was deathly pale. Now she understood clearly that she had fallen into Lin Feng's trap. Even more, she had never imagined that the one who had instigated the Yang Clan to go to war with Nine Dragons Island was also Lin Feng. He had fallen into the Wasteland Sea and yet had not died; even the power of desolation could not destroy him. Lin Feng's body was filled with too many wonders. How laughable that when Lin Feng first stepped into her Yang Clan as a weakling, he had been met with cold stares and contempt.
Sword lights scattered within the Demon Domain, blood flowing unceasingly. The lives of the Yang Clan's experts were continuously reaped. Over a dozen venerable ones, in just a brief moment, all fell before Yang Zilan.
When she saw Lin Feng walking toward her with his blood-dripping sword, Yang Zilan seemed to have lost all panic. She could only sigh inwardly at the vicissitudes of life and the cruelty of fate. The once lofty eldest daughter of the Yang Clan would never have predicted that after meeting Lin Feng in the Wasteland Sea, her fate would begin to change.
"All of this, I brought upon myself!" When Lin Feng swung his sword, Yang Zilan closed her eyes, and two teardrops slid down her cheeks. If only she had treated Lin Feng, who had saved her, with courtesy back then, perhaps it would have been enough to change her fate and that of the Yang Clan. But unfortunately, there were no ifs.
Outside the wine tavern, there was a commotion. Many wanted to know what had happened inside. Soon, they saw a figure burst out of the tavern, flickering away into the distance. The crowd's hearts trembled slightly. It was the one who had been causing trouble and provoking earlier. He wasn't dead. The Yang Clan hadn't killed him!
"Let's go, take a look!" The crowd waited for a moment, but no one chased after him. The tavern fell completely silent. However, when they rushed inside, everyone's gazes froze, their hearts pounding wildly.
"The Yang Clan's people... all wiped out!" someone murmured, the shock in their voice as if they themselves couldn't believe what they were seeing. Among these people were experts at the Third Layer and Fourth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm, but all had been slain, including the Yang Clan's young lady, Yang Zilan!
Yang Zilan lay quietly in her long dress, her face devoid of fear, as if she were asleep. But the observant noticed two teardrops at the corners of her eyes—a peaceful face, with eerie tears.
"Heavenly Terrace, Execution!"
On the ground, three blood-red characters were left, shocking to the eye. It was the work of Heavenly Terrace. No wonder it was so terrifying; they must have concealed their cultivation. The Yang Clan and Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress had been hunting down Heavenly Terrace's experts, and now, in the Northern Wasteland within Heavenly Terrace's sphere of influence, retribution had arrived!
"The Yang Clan brought this on themselves. Even though they've submitted to Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress, Heavenly Terrace isn't so easy to provoke. This time, they're in for it!" the crowd thought to themselves, though they dared not say it aloud. A Martial Emperor-level force was not something the Yang Clan could provoke. Even with Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress's protection, Heavenly Terrace wouldn't let the Yang Clan off. Now, revenge had begun.
"Move aside!" A thunderous roar rolled out. When Yang Zilan's father stepped into the tavern, his face turned especially pale. Dead. He had lost a son at the Qiu Clan, and now his remaining daughter had been slain!
The Yang Clan quickly occupied the tavern, their expressions dark and terrifying. "Heavenly Terrace, Execution"—those three large characters were so shocking.
An hour later, in a great hall of the Yang Clan's mansion, the Yang Clan's patriarch stared at the corpses on the ground, killing intent seeping from his body. Besides those who had gone to the tavern with Yang Zilan, more than a dozen Yang Clan experts had been slain elsewhere shortly after.
"Patriarch!" At that moment, another person hurried in with rapid steps, his face ugly, but he kept his head down, not daring to speak.
"Speak!" the Yang Clan patriarch coldly spat out.
"The clan's trading pavilion in Tianyuan City was raided. All those in charge are dead, including Elder Yang Lie!" The person didn't dare lift his head, speaking slowly. Yang Lie was a generation above Yang Zilan, her uncle from the Yang Clan's direct bloodline. He, too, had been slain.
"Tap, tap, tap..." Rapid footsteps sounded, and another person entered, making the Yang Clan patriarch's heart sink. His already pale face grew even more grim.
"Speak!" Before the other could open his mouth, the patriarch said coldly.
"Patriarch, the Fifth Young Master... he was..." The person couldn't continue.
"Crack!" The armchair shattered directly. The patriarch roared, "Quick, immediately notify everyone to return. Abandon everything outside!"
The patriarch was almost shouting. The Yang Clan was the strongest force in Tianyuan City, controlling many powerful industries, such as trading grounds that produced treasures and brought great benefits. The Yang Clan naturally held them tightly, but now they had become targets for Heavenly Terrace.
After speaking, the patriarch walked behind a screen at the back of the hall. There, a refined room sat, with several figures inside.
"Didn't you say you had a firm grasp on Heavenly Terrace's movements?" the patriarch said to one of the seated figures.
The person slightly raised his head, glanced at the patriarch, and said, "Are you blaming me?"
"I wouldn't dare!" The patriarch was angry but dared not speak out. He had originally wanted to recall all the Yang Clan members, but it was this person's confident words—claiming they had a firm hold on Heavenly Terrace, that any Heavenly Terrace arrival would surely die—that had dispelled the patriarch's idea of recalling everyone. But reality was clearly different from imagination. Heavenly Terrace hadn't attacked head-on; they were hunting down his Yang Clan members.
The person stared at the patriarch, his deep eyes unreadable. The patriarch felt very uncomfortable, his heart uneasy. Finally, the person's gaze left the patriarch, and he said slowly, "Wait a little longer. They're already outside Tianyuan City. Only three have entered the city to scout. They can't cause much trouble. Perhaps tomorrow, they'll step into the Yang Clan, and then... total annihilation."
When the words "total annihilation" fell, the person's eyes turned icy, killing intent radiating out, as if piercing through space, exceptionally cold.
"With those words, I can rest assured. Of course, I believe in the strength of Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress. This time, we'll slaughter them all!" The patriarch's eyes were equally cold. Unable to vent at the other, he could only direct his anger at Heavenly Terrace. Heavenly Terrace, prepare to die!
Outside the Yang Clan, on the vast empty ground, people occasionally passed by, creating an eerie silence. But then, a scream broke the silence. A crashing sound rang out, the ground shattered, and a figure fell from the air, slamming heavily onto the ground. But by then, it was already a corpse.
The guards outside the Yang Clan's main gate felt their hearts twitch. When they saw the corpse clearly, their faces turned pale.
"Young Master Yang Qiong, it's Young Master Yang Qiong!"
The pale-faced guards didn't know how to handle it. They just stood there dumbly. The Yang Clan was a large family with many branches, and many members were active in Tianyuan City. Yang Qiong seemed to be the fourth direct descendant of the Yang Clan to be slain!
Not long after, suddenly, a horse galloped toward the Yang Clan, carrying a corpse on its back, making the Yang Clan members' hearts tremble again. They felt as if death was constantly approaching, this panic making their hearts race.
With extreme unease, the Yang Clan spent a long day. In the darkness of night, countless sharp howls rang out, filling them with deep fear. But when the clan's experts went out, they found they couldn't catch anyone—only the corpses of Yang Clan disciples left in the night.
The feeling of panic grew stronger and stronger. Everyone felt endangered. A single voice echoed in everyone's mind: Heavenly Terrace had come to take their lives!
The lower-ranking members of the Yang Clan didn't share the upper echelons' confidence in Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress. In fact, they held deep reverence for both Martial Emperor-level forces and didn't want to be involved at all. But since the Yang Clan's leaders had done this, they had no choice. Now, revenge had finally arrived.
The experts of Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress and the Yang Clan began to wait, expecting Heavenly Terrace to come and die. But what they got were only a few cold corpses, carried by horses into the Yang Clan, as if the vast Yang Clan had become a morgue.
In the blink of an eye, a day passed. They didn't even encounter a single Heavenly Terrace figure, only the corpses of Yang Clan members. The panic grew even stronger.
"Crack!" When the patriarch heard another grievous news, he slammed his fist into his armchair, shattering it into pieces. His face dark, he stood up and walked into the refined room behind the curtain again. He realized that Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress wanted to wait for Heavenly Terrace to come and die, but Heavenly Terrace had no intention of doing so. They were playing with them!
"Three days. If they don't come in three days, I'll lead my men to attack!" The venerable lord of Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress gave the patriarch this reply, because he, too, had realized the same problem. Heavenly Terrace was likely playing games with them!
In the mountain range outside Tianyuan City, Heavenly Terrace's people were all on a peak. Even Tian Chi had returned!
"Senior Brother, when are we going to attack the Yang Clan?" someone asked, looking at the calm Tian Chi ahead, seeming quite impatient.
Tian Chi turned back, glanced at everyone, and smiled, "Why attack them? Isn't it better to let them come to us?"
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