Douluo Fishing System

Chapter 529 Extra: Suppressing Unfilial Descendants!

"I'd like to see who in the Thousand Hands clan dares to defy me today!?"

A majestic voice boomed like thunder from the heavens in the ears of the Thousand Hands Clan members, and the icy blue spatial barrier descended like an overturned glass bowl! Fine ice crystals flowed along the edge of the barrier, and the moment they touched the clan's protective barrier, the latter shattered like paper with a "crack," and the ice crystals spread along the cracks, completely sealing off the Thousand Hands Clan's territory within a ten-mile radius in the blink of an eye—the sunlight from the outside world was blocked, and only the cold, icy blue light remained in the world. Even the air seemed to be frozen, and breathing it in carried a bone-chilling cold.

"Puff-puff--"

At the same time, a terrifying pressure, like a tangible mountain, crashed down on the training ground in the center of the clan's territory! The Thousand Hands clansmen who were training didn't even have time to scream before they were pressed firmly to the ground by the invisible pressure. Their knees and elbows collided with the hard stone slabs, producing a dull thud that made one's teeth ache.

These young tribesmen were drenched in cold sweat, their bodies curled up on the ground as if crushed by a boulder, too weak to even lift their heads.

Even the clan elders could only barely kneel on both knees, their backs bent like bows, veins bulging on their foreheads, cold sweat soaking their robes, and their bones creaking under the pressure.

Just then, a crack suddenly appeared beside Senju Butsuma! This wasn't caused by external force, but rather by a deliberate tear. A handsome figure slowly stepped out, his pace unhurried, yet seemingly shrinking the distance between them. With each step, icy blue ripples spread beneath his feet, freezing even falling leaves in mid-air. The newcomer wore a blue and gold robe with gold patterns, his long, dark purple hair flowing down his shoulders, with glimpses of dark green hair visible among it. His eyes were calm and serene, yet carried an indifferent detachment that seemed to look down upon all living beings. Needless to say, the newcomer was Wang Yi.

The moment he stood still beside Thousand-Handed Buddha, the latter collapsed to his knees with a thud, the movement so swift it seemed to create a gust of wind. Thousand-Handed Buddha's forehead was pressed firmly to the ground, his hands clasped in front of his knees, not daring to even glance at Wang Yi out of the corner of his eye. His voice trembled slightly with fear: "Greetings, Ancestor!!!"

Although it wasn't the first time he had seen his ancestor take action, that time it was only in an illusion. This time it was different. This time he was experiencing the opponent's power firsthand. This terrifying strength made him tremble from the depths of his soul. The spatial barrier that he had casually set up just now was something that even the entire clan couldn't break through.

The oppressive aura made him feel as insignificant as an ant. Especially now, with Wang Yi standing right beside him, he could even smell the other's clear, icy aura, an aura that chilled him to the bone more than any smell of blood.

Wang Yi didn't look at him, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the kneeling Thousand Hands clansmen. His green pupils reflected their prostrate figures, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "What? You think I'm an imposter?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, causing Senju Butsuma to tremble and not dare to breathe.

"We wouldn't dare! Our ancestor's divine might is unparalleled; how could we possibly believe you to be an imposter?"

His forehead pounded against the stone slab with a loud "thud," and blood quickly seeped out, but he didn't dare to even flinch. In front of this ancestor who had lived for countless years, he would accept anything, even losing his head, let alone bleeding.

Wang Yi then lowered his head, his gaze falling on the blood seeping from the Thousand-Hand Buddha's forehead, his eyes showing no fluctuation: "Get up, this is not your fault, but theirs."
"Then kneel down! A bunch of juniors dare to question our ancestor! If you weren't my descendants, you'd probably be dead by now!"

His tone was not pleasant when he looked down at the Thousand Hands clan members, and he did not remove the oppressive aura he exerted on them.

It's absurd that a group of younger generations dare to question their ancestor.

Those Thousand Hands clansmen who were secretly gritting their teeth were now trembling with fear, almost unable to breathe. They finally realized that this person might really be their ancestor!
Such strength could not possibly be displayed by a teenager; he must have used other secret techniques to maintain his youth.

"Grand Ancestor, please calm down. They were unaware of your strength and identity. Please forgive their mistake. Your grandson will certainly discipline them!"

"Hmph! This is a one-time exception. Keep their mouths shut, or next time I'll personally take care of them!"

Wang Yi nodded slightly, and with a flash, he disappeared from the spot, leaving only a cold voice echoing within the spatial barrier: "Tell them my identity and origins. From now on, anyone who dares to disrespect me will be like this mountain!"

"Boom!"

The next second, Wang Yi took out the Emperor Dragon Holy Sword and casually swung it, unleashing a sword aura that cleaved everything in its path, leaving behind a massive ravine nearly a thousand meters long!

At the same time, as Wang Yi disappeared from the spot, the icy blue spatial barrier slowly dissipated, and the suffocating pressure finally vanished. Thousand-Handed Buddha slumped to the ground, his entire body soaked in cold sweat, his clothes clinging to his body as if he had just been pulled from the water.

As he looked at the massive ravine, nearly tens of thousands of meters long, in the distance, his eyes were filled with fear and relief. He was relieved that he had knelt down without hesitation and that he had shown respect for his ancestors.

When the Thousand Hands Clan members, who had helped each other to their feet, saw the enormous ravine, cold sweat poured down their backs. For a moment, no one dared to say that this was not their ancestor!

The enormous ravine in the distance, resembling the arrival of death, will become a nightmare they will never forget.

"Clan chief, he really is..."

An elder of the clan looked at Thousand-Handed Buddha and asked, his lips trembling, but he stopped halfway through his sentence, afraid that he would be punished by that person.

"Hey"

Thousand-Handed Buddha shook his head helplessly. He didn't say anything, but just nodded silently, because he hadn't recovered from the intimidation he had just experienced.

After all, no matter how powerful Wang Yi was in the illusion, it was still just an illusion. But after experiencing it firsthand, he knew that his ancestor's strength was beyond his ability to question.

Seeing that even their clan patriarch nodded in acknowledgment, the other party's identity was undoubtedly genuine. Such an extraordinary being was their ancestor, and they should be grateful.

If the Uchiha clan had such an ancestor, they probably wouldn't need to fight the enemy anymore, because the enemy alone could wipe out their entire clan.

Interestingly, they all fell silent after learning about the relationship between the Senju and Uchiha clans, especially after learning that Wang Yi was the common ancestor of both clans; they remained silent for a long time.

After all, there was too much information, and they couldn't accept the truth of the matter all at once.

(End of this chapter)