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Chapter 310 Wu Xian: It's almost time (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking further subscriptions!)

Rumbling--

A violent tremor rose from beneath their feet, and everyone felt dizzy and fell uncontrollably to the ground.

At the same time, the array runes that had appeared in mid-air shattered and extinguished instantly, clearly having been violently destroyed by the kick just now.

Upon witnessing this scene, Shi Li and some of the elders present were all shocked.

It should be noted that these are some of the strongest killing formations of the Stone Clan. When used in combination, even kings and nobles must be careful.

But now, this child, who looks to be less than ten years old, has crushed it with a single step. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would hardly have imagined it.

"How is this possible? Are born supreme beings this strong? Clearly, Yi'er..."

Shi Li muttered to himself, when suddenly he saw Wu Xian raise his hand in his direction.

Immediately afterwards, a golden hand appeared out of thin air, grabbing him like a chick and slowly tightening its grip.

"No!! I am an elder of the Martial King's Mansion. If you dare to kill me, the Martial King will not let you get away with it!!"

Overwhelmed by immense pain, Shi Li felt as if his body was being kneaded and flattened like clay. His face flushed red as he began to scream in agony, attempting to use the name of the King of Wu as a threat.

"King Wu?"

Wu Xian sneered: "He's just a good-for-nothing who's made a mess of the family. If he dares to show his face, I'll suppress him too."

As he spoke, Wu Xian continued to tighten the golden hand, determined to torture Shi Li to death. A cruel smile appeared on his youthful face, which chilled the hearts of the Shi Clan members.

Shi Li coughed up a mouthful of blood, and finally gritted his teeth and chose to self-destruct, just like Shi Yuan before him, turning into a rain of light and disappearing.

However, in the next second, the light and shadow around him distorted and changed. He, who should have used the substitute talisman to escape, actually returned to the original spot. The color in his face disappeared instantly, and he was filled with terror.

"Impossible! Absolutely not..."

boom! !

The stone hat shattered again, but this time it wasn't a shower of light, but a real shower of blood.

"Looks like you only have one substitute talisman."

Wu Xian mocked, and then a huge Eight Strange Gates Formation suddenly appeared beneath his feet, covering the entire Wu King's Mansion in the blink of an eye, and even extending outwards.

He manipulated the four plates, shifting their positions.

After a moment of distorted light and shadow, Shi Yuan, who had previously fled, reappeared before everyone's eyes, his face full of bewilderment, but it was replaced by shock in the next second.

"Wait for me……"

Before he could finish speaking, a sword aura whistled through the air and struck his chest.

Shi Yuan let out a miserable scream and vomited a large amount of blood. At the same time, he felt his once vigorous essence begin to drain away rapidly. The spirituality of his physical body and primordial spirit was gone, and his cave shattered. All his cultivation was completely destroyed.

"I heard you are Shi Yi's great-grandfather? Don't worry, I won't kill your lineage easily."

"you you!!"

Shi Yuan was filled with fear and hatred.

He was already very old, over a hundred years old. If he didn't have any cultivation to protect him, he would probably die from exhaustion of his essence and blood not long after. How could he, with his proud and arrogant nature, accept this? Overwhelmed with anger, he fainted.

The onlookers who witnessed this scene felt their hands and feet turn ice-cold.

The two most powerful members of the clan were dealt with in the blink of an eye, something they could never have imagined.

When some of the old men looked at Wu Xian, their eyes seemed somewhat dazed, as if they saw the fifteenth prince from back then, who was Shi Hao's grandfather, the "Great Demon God," and their fear grew stronger.

"Among these people, who are from Shi Yi's lineage, and who participated in that battle back then?"

Ignoring the stares of those around him, Wu Xian turned to look at Shi Ziling beside him and saw that he looked hesitant and his eyes flashed with cold light.

“If you don’t tell me, I don’t mind killing everyone.”

Upon hearing this, a small percentage of the crowd turned pale instantly. A few of them, unable to contain themselves, scattered and fled in different directions.

Buzz!
A flash of golden light disappeared in an instant. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the figures continued running forward, then turned into smoke and vanished. The scene was bizarre and extremely terrifying.

"Any more?"

Seeing the horrified expressions on everyone's faces, Wu Xian smirked and said, "The person who reported this doesn't have to die!"

"You evildoer!"

An elderly man emerged trembling from the crowd, pointed at Wu Xian, and shouted angrily, "Don't push your luck! Do you really think my Wu Wang Mansion is..."

A familiar golden light flashed, and Wu Xian withdrew his fist, scanning the crowd: "This is your last chance. I'll count to five, and if no one admits it by then, I'll just pick a few people to kill. Don't blame me if I make a mistake!"

"I will! I'll talk!"

A member of the Stone Clan screamed, then pointed at a middle-aged man not far away, and said in a trembling voice, "It's him! He participated in the siege of Uncle Eleven back then, I remember it clearly!"

"You bastard!" The middle-aged man panicked immediately. Just as he was about to say something, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and then he disappeared.

"Very good! Continue."

Wu Xian grinned: "Let me reiterate, I don't mind if someone redeems themselves through meritorious service. Even if it was the person who did it back then, they can participate in the report, and I can consider sparing their life."

Without waiting for a reply, Wu Xian opened his mouth and began to count.

"one!"

Upon hearing the countdown to death, the Stone Clan members immediately panicked, especially those who had participated in the battle years ago, who actually began to report each other.

"I'm reporting him! My third uncle was involved back then!"

"Shi Feng! How dare you! You were involved in what happened back then!"

"Back then I was young, and you completely bewitched me!"

"Pah! Shameless! Don't think I don't know you've had your eye on Ziling's wife for a long time!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Good nephew, kill him immediately!"

"two!"

"Pfft! Fourteenth Brother, what are you doing...?"

"Brother Ba, you're old and don't have many years left to live. Why not give me the chance to live? Don't worry, I'll take good care of Sister-in-law and Yue'er for you!"

"three!"

"We can't just sit here and wait to die. This kid is a demon child. You dare to believe what he says? We might as well take a gamble now. Maybe there's still a glimmer of hope."

"Well said! You go first!"

"Four! It's almost time!"

"..."

As the number drew closer to five, chaos erupted within the inner courtyard of the Prince Wu's mansion. The crowd argued heatedly, their former composure as scions of high-ranking families completely vanished.

Especially those from Shi Yi's lineage and the Shi clan who participated in the battle back then, each of them wished they could strangle the other on the spot. Finally, accompanied by screams and roars, Wu Xian finished reciting the last number.

"five!"

Wu Xian clenched his fist, casually slapping the loudest voice at the one in the crowd, and then said with a smile, "Very good, please tell me your results."

"kill!"

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then someone shouted, and instantly runes filled the sky. Dozens more people rushed towards them, activating various killing formations, clearly intending to make a last-ditch effort.

However, it was all in vain. Wu Xian didn't even bother to raise his hand. A phoenix phantom appeared behind him, and with a flap of its wings, these people were engulfed in flames and turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

"That's it, is that all?"

Wu Xian looked around at the crowd again and, finding that no one else was reporting it, looked disappointed.

"Sigh, this is so pointless. If I were you, I would just report everyone. That way, I might hesitate and let everyone off the hook for the time being."

Holy crap! How come I didn't think of that... Wait a minute! Why are you so skilled at this? Who's the villain here?

Some of the people who had previously reported him were surprised, and their gazes toward Wu Xian became somewhat strange, as if they were looking at a devil.

"Alright, the witnesses who just reported the tainted case, you can go now without worry."

Wu Xian raised his right hand and slowly closed his five fingers together.

"Wait! You just promised..."

Someone looked desperate and shouted hysterically.

“I only said I would consider letting you go, not that I would definitely let you go.”

Wu Xian said this with a wicked smile on his face: "Besides, even if I don't keep my word, what can you do about it?"

"stop!"

Just then, a majestic voice came from the sky, as if it came from beyond the realm, shaking people's hearts and making their souls tremble.

"King Wu is back!!"

Some people looked up in surprise at the distant sky, where a figure bathed in light was coming from the horizon and about to return to the Wu King's Mansion.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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