Qin Wu had already lost his composure from before, bashfulness and such... seemed never to have belonged to him. He roared furiously at the old man.
The old man glanced at him, "Ill-mannered thing." With that, he directly threw the smoking pot in his hand toward Qin Wu.
Qin Wu immediately summoned a supreme weapon and fiercely collided with the smoking pot.
Bang!
The supreme weapon was directly blasted away. Although it did not shatter, it still made Qin Wu spit out a mouthful of fresh blood and suffer severe injuries.
Before Qin Wu could retrieve that supreme weapon, the old man's smoking pot had already reached his face.
Boom!
The scalding smoking pot fiercely smashed onto Qin Wu's head.
Qin Wu, this Quasi-Supreme powerhouse, had his brain burst on the spot, and his primordial spirit shattered. He died instantly!
The smoking pot flew back, the old man took a drag from it and curled his lips, "Smells a bit foul."
Unbelievable!
So terrifying!
Before today, nobody could have imagined that the Chu Clan, a lineage already thought to have declined, still possessed such a horrifying foundation.
All those in the Qin Family who were still alive deeply regretted it, only now finally understanding their own superficiality and naivety.
Even a family that had once produced a half-step Emperor powerhouse, even if it had declined, the foundation it possessed was beyond what ordinary people could imagine!
Just like those incredibly wealthy families, no matter how declined they become, simply taking a painting off one of their house walls could be worth more than what generations of average families could earn!
This is what foundation means!
For ten thousand years, the Chu Family's low profile and sparse population projected an illusion to the outside world that they had fallen into decline and withered away… without the splendor of the old days.
Watching his brother die tragically, Qin Wen roared in his heart with grief beyond measure, "Those who said the Qin Family had declined... I curse your ancestors for eight generations!"
Crack!
Qin Wen's head was chopped off by a village woman wielding a sickle, dropping to the dust. The terrifying power of the arrays on the sickle instantly erased Qin Wen's primordial spirit.
A generation's Quasi-Supreme powerhouse just died like that.
As for the remaining cultivators of the Qin Family, there's no need to say, they were swiftly eliminated by the young woman as effortlessly as sweeping away fallen leaves.
From beginning to end, this battle lasted just for about the duration of two sticks of incense. Perhaps, it was even shorter.
Having killed so many people so suddenly, the young woman looked a bit tired, sweat on her forehead, breathing slightly heavy.
The thin tall man came over with a flattering face, handing her a handkerchief, obsequiously laughing, "Is my wife tired?"
The village woman gave the thin tall man a sideways glance, rolled her eyes but then coquettishly said, "Don't flatter me in front of everyone, it's embarrassing... you'll spoil the children."
Er Dan covered his eyes with his hands, the gaps between his fingers wide, "Baby didn't see anything!"
A middle-aged man slapped Er Dan on the head, "Go away, kid, you're going to get styes in your eyes!"
Er Dan stuck out his tongue, made a face, and ran off.
At this time, seriousness finally appeared on the face of the middle-aged man, "Miss Qing has already sent back news, it seems the Qin Family really intends to make a move this time."
The young woman scoffed, "A cowardly family thinks that by awakening a supreme and colluding with a few Demon Clan dogs, they can run rampant in the world? How naive."
The old man, mouth clamped on his smoking pot, said somewhat somberly, "Don't boast. Supremes are still very frightening."
"We are not without means!" the young wife retorted, somewhat displeased.
"The resurrection of those people comes at too great a cost," sighed the old man. "Besides, they should be waiting for the young master's rise."
"Hehe, speaking of the young master, his style of doing things is truly gratifying!" The young wife said excitedly, "I really want to meet our young master sooner. He's too domineering, entering the Qin family's ancestral lands alone and obliterating that cowardly clan. The old grandfather should have done that back then, leaving such a scourge behind!"
The thin tall man twitched the corners of his mouth, "Wife, you should not speak rashly, the old grandfather's methods... are not for us to criticize."
The old man took a puff from his pipe and glanced at the young wife, "Correct, girl, be more cautious with your words in the future."
The young wife giggled, "I understand." Yet it seemed she did not take the matter too much to heart.
"The ancestral lands of the Qin family have been eradicated, but to think that the Demon Clan has still set up four Luotian Disintegration Arrays in this world," said the middle-aged man. "This is a bit troublesome. It looks like we should go out for a walk."
The thin tall man hesitated, "Second Brother, isn't it against our ancestral teachings to leave the Chu family's ancestral land?"
The middle-aged man looked to the old man, "Uncle, what do you think?"
The old man frowned, "We should ask Second Old Master about this, our opinions don't count."
At that moment, from deep within a range of mountains in the distance, a figure suddenly emerged. A handsome young man with an impressive appearance, seemingly slow, yet incredibly fast, appeared in front of everyone in an instant.
"Second Old Master!"
"Pay respects to Second Old Master!"
"Pay respects to the Second Brother."
Along with the old man, a group of people paid their respects to this man.
This handsome and distinguished young man was none other than a legitimate direct descendant of the Chu Clan—Chu Mo's second uncle, Chu Tianxiong!
Chu Tianxiong looked to be in his thirties, but in reality, he had lived through an epoch, having been sealed for many years. In his eyes, one could not find much of the weight of years, rather, there was a slight recklessness of someone who trifled with the mundane world.
Looking closely, there were many similarities between Chu Tianxiong and Chu Mo, so much that even those unacquainted with them could tell at a glance they were family.
"Dispense with the formalities. Did the people from the Qin family come knocking just now?" Chu Tianxiong glanced at the battlefield that was yet to be cleared and asked indifferently.
"Uh, a bunch of ignoramuses," muttered the young wife.
"Well done, girl, your strength has improved," Chu Tianxiong said with a smile.
"Really? Really? Second Brother, do you also think I've improved?" The young wife's eyes immediately brightened, her face excited.
Her husband, the thin tall man, immediately covered his face with his hand. This reckless wife really was a bit embarrassing. She couldn't handle compliments; one compliment and she was ready to soar.
Chu Tianxiong nodded, "Yes, really."
"Hehe... hehe!" The young wife was almost bursting with joy.
Chu Tianxiong then said, "It's been a hundred thousand years; it's time to go out for a walk. Let's find and destroy those four Luotian Disintegration Arrays. Be careful; don't get hurt. Those arrays... aren't so easy to break."
The young wife immediately looked excited, her longing for the outside world was not just a recent thing.
The middle-aged man nodded, then suddenly asked, "What about... the young master?"
Chu Tianxiong said flatly, "Do not ask, do not interfere, do not speak."
As he said this, there was no change in Chu Tianxiong's expression, as if he was talking about a stranger. He genuinely dared not even think about it. Because even without mentioning that name, just thinking about his nephew would bring unimaginable calamity.
As his uncle, he knew all too well how terrible that kind of calamity was.
Compared to that, the threat from the Demon Clan was significant, but he really didn't take it to heart.
"I actually envy my daughter quite a bit," Chu Tianxiong remarked, then turned and walked away.
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