Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

It's over...

Zeng Yuechong saw his father's expression and knew something terrible must have happened on the other end. He even suspected Qin Xuantian himself might have made this video call!

Thinking of Qin Xuantian's awe-inspiring presence and overwhelming strength, he instantly despaired. The Zeng Family... a Martial Dao lineage that had endured for over a thousand years, weathering countless storms and wars, was likely to meet its end today!

Zeng Tianfang was also profoundly shocked. "What's going on?" He had never seen his older brother lose his composure like this. He quickly went to support him, glancing at the phone screen.

One look, and Zeng Tianfang was also stunned, his face etched with disbelief. He felt his mind go blank, almost doubting if he was hallucinating.

"Impossible! This can't be!" he exclaimed, just as Zeng Tianzheng had.

On the phone screen, the displayed image struck Zeng Tianzheng to his very core.

The ground was riddled with cracks and deep pits, clearly the aftermath of an extraordinarily fierce battle. In the direction the camera pointed, their highly regarded Zeng Yuefeng knelt.

In front of Zeng Yuefeng was a pile of mangled flesh and gore. From identifiable scraps of torn clothing, one could guess it was Mr. Ai. Beside him lay the shattered, bloodied blade—clearly the Blood Fiend Ghost Head Sabre!

Zeng Yuefeng kneeling? Mr. Ai reduced to pulp? The Semi-Saint Treasure Weapon, the Blood Fiend Ghost Head Sabre, in pieces!? How is this possible? How can this be possible!?

Zeng Tianzheng stared at the phone screen incredulously, shouting frantically, "Yuefeng! Yuefeng! What in the hell happened? Who's holding your phone? Who made this video call!"

"It's me," a calm, indifferent voice said from the phone.

Despair had already consumed Zeng Yuechong, but now a flicker of fear sparked in his eyes. This was it. All hope was gone. It was the end, the absolute end. The Zeng Family was doomed! That voice... it was Qin Xuantian's!

"It's me, the Qin Xuantian you're looking for," Qin Heng stated simply. "You are Zeng Tianzheng, the Family Head of the Youzhou Zeng Family? Are you the one who ordered people to kill my relatives and friends?"

"Qin Xuantian! What have you done? What have you done!?" Zeng Tianzheng gritted his teeth, glaring at Qin Heng's image on the screen. "You've got some nerve! Daring to kill an Innate Grandmaster of my Zeng Family, and even making my Zeng Family's direct heir kneel! You're asking for death!"

After the initial anger, shock, and fleeting fear, Zeng Tianzheng regained his lofty demeanor. As the Family Head of the Youzhou Zeng Family, with over a thousand years of heritage, he possessed this confidence.

"Who are you saying is asking for death?" Qin Heng chuckled. He raised his hand, grabbed Zeng Yuefeng's hair, and lifted him into the air. "You? Or this son of yours?"

"AHHH! It hurts! It hurts so much!" Zeng Yuefeng screamed. Qin Heng had crippled his martial arts, and being hoisted by his hair was excruciating. He grimaced, his face contorted in agony.

"Release Yuefeng immediately, or this day next year will be your death anniversary!" Seeing Zeng Yuefeng's state, Zeng Tianzheng felt a heart-wrenching pain. Murderous intent flared in his eyes. "You can't imagine the Zeng Family's strength, Qin Xuantian! Don't do anything foolish!"

"What's considered foolish? This?" Qin Heng sneered.

He then aimed the phone's camera at the more than twenty Zeng Family Martial Artists. Taking a deep breath, he blew out towards them!

WHOOOOSH!

A violent wind suddenly arose, and the sky seemed to change color. As Qin Heng exhaled, his breath formed countless invisible blades. The twenty-odd Martial Artists had no chance to evade before the storm engulfed them.

"AH! AH! AH! What is this!? AH!"

"Help! Help! Oh my god! Family Head, save me!"

Screams rose one after another.

A few seconds later, the screams died down, and the storm soon dispersed. But the twenty-odd Martial Artists had vanished without a trace, leaving only scattered blood and bone fragments on the ground. They were completely gone.

"Demon! You demon!" Zeng Tianzheng, shocked and uncertain, watched the screen and roared, "Qin Xuantian! You're a murderous fiend! How dare you kill my Zeng Family's warriors! You'll die a horrible death!"

"So, you're allowed to send people to kill my family and friends, but I'm not allowed to kill people from your Zeng Family?" Qin Heng's eyes narrowed slightly. His palm flicked; he released Zeng Yuefeng's hair only to seize him by the neck. "What an overbearing, hot-tempered Youzhou Zeng Family!" he snorted coldly.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The hand gripping Zeng Yuefeng's neck tightened, fingers digging into the flesh, almost embedding themselves.

"AH! It hurts so much! AH! I can't breathe! Father, save me! Save me!" Zeng Yuefeng, suspended by Qin Heng, was in such agony that death seemed preferable. His limbs flailed wildly as he tried to struggle, but it was useless.

"Qin Xuantian! Release him immediately!" Zeng Tianzheng was utterly enraged. Staring fixedly at Qin Heng on the screen, he ground out, "My Zeng Family is a millennium-old family with a true Semi-Saint in slumber! Do you want to experience the might of a true Semi-Saint!?"

"A Semi-Saint? Heh." Qin Heng scoffed, utterly indifferent. "It seems you don't really want to save your son," he stated calmly. "Then, my apologies!"

HUM!

With that, Qin Heng's hand, still gripping Zeng Yuefeng's arm, spun him in a large circle, so fast he became a blur of afterimages.

Then, SMACK! He slammed Zeng Yuefeng onto the ground.

Instantly, Zeng Yuefeng was reduced to a mangled pile of blood and flesh, his bones shattered into fragments. He was utterly smashed to death.

Qin Heng didn't even glance at the pulp on the ground. His gaze fixed on Zeng Tianzheng on the phone screen, and he spoke in an ice-cold tone, "Old man, you'd better start building your coffin now. Otherwise, you'll die without a burial place! The Youzhou Zeng Family will soon cease to exist. I will personally go to Youzhou and annihilate your entire clan!"

This time, Qin Heng was truly enraged.

If An Yue and Jingchen Jinmu hadn't fought to the death to protect them, Qin Yun and Song Ningran might very well have been harmed. This had touched Qin Heng's reverse scale—his breaking point.

The people of the Youzhou Zeng Family must die; they must be annihilated!

Only with blood could the sins of the Youzhou Zeng Family be washed away!

And now, after ensuring Qin Yun and Song Ningran were safe, he would immediately set off for Youzhou. Without delay, he was determined to exterminate the Zeng Family—now! Absolutely.

"Good! Good! Good! Very good!" Zeng Tianzheng was also utterly furious. He watched the scene on the screen, staring at Zeng Yuefeng, now a pile of mincemeat. His anger boiled, and his body trembled.

Finally, taking a deep breath, he looked at Qin Heng. His expression strangely calmed as he said in a voice devoid of any emotion, a voice that seemed to emanate from the icy depths of the Nine Nether Hell,

"Qin! Xuantian! You are doomed! The power of the Youzhou Zeng Family is beyond your imagination! Before the Zeng Family, you are nothing but an ant! Dust! Trash! Worthless!"