Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 543 Wiping Out All the Women of the Luo Family (6500 words)
The summer temperature hasn't completely dropped, but the desolation of autumn is already emerging with the yellowing leaves.

A crescent moon hung overhead, its cold light shining on Prince Fu's obese face. His fat trembled uncontrollably with rage, and his chilling, scarlet gaze swept over the twenty-nine equally bloated men in front of him, who looked remarkably similar to him. He made no attempt to conceal the murderous intent deep within his eyes.

Of the twenty-nine fat men, a few of the younger ones were still inexperienced, while the older ones were mostly at the eighth rank.

Including the seven who left, there are a total of thirty-six.

These are all sons of Prince Fu.

To be honest, these bloated fat men are quite strong. As long as an eighth-rank martial artist is careful and doesn't provoke ninth-rank or even grandmaster-level beings, he can basically roam freely in the martial world, at least his life is safe.

Moreover, these fat men are skilled in combined attacks, concentrating the power of many into one person, which could even put a fight to a ninth-rank martial artist. While Prince Fu's strength is indeed considerable, he is only at the ninth rank, and in a real fight, he might not be stronger than Luo Tianyi.

If just six or seven of these fat men were to stand up and combine their strength, the mere Prince Fu could probably be wiped out with a snap of his fingers.

That's exactly how it should be, but under the cold gaze of Prince Fu, all the fat men fell silent, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, their beady eyes filled with unconcealed fear, and some even cried out in despair.

Such fear cannot be formed in a day or two.

It might be a decade or two, or it might be several decades.

Over the years, the accumulated fear of Prince Fu has become an indelible mark on everyone's bones.

Before Prince Fu, these martial artists, who were of decent strength, didn't even have the courage to speak normally. They huddled up like quails, trembling in fear.

Prince Fu was really angry. To him, each of his sons was an extremely precious medicine, and even directly related to whether he could ascend to the position of Grandmaster. How could he allow such valuable things to disappear before his eyes?
After struggling to calm himself down for a long time, Prince Fu finally ordered some servants to search for the whereabouts of the second and third sons, and then pointed to the eldest fat man at the front: "Eldest son, come with me for a moment."

The fat man trembled instantly, his face turning deathly pale.

Extreme fear caused a fine layer of sweat to cover his forehead, and even a hint of despair shone deep in his eyes. However, the habits he had developed since childhood made him unable to refuse any order from his father. His swollen face showed an expression that looked like he was about to cry as he moved his legs with difficulty, following behind his father step by step.

A secret room.

Dark.

The oil lamp flickered with a flame the size of a soybean.

The room was dimly lit and gloomy, giving off an extremely oppressive and uncomfortable feeling.

The eldest fat man's face showed even greater fear. As if by instinct, the scene of his childhood, when his father forced all kinds of greasy food into his mouth and forced him to practice martial arts day and night with a leather whip in his hand, immediately appeared in his mind. If his practice speed could not keep up with his father's requirements, or if he did not eat enough, he would be dragged to this dark room by his father and the leather whip would fall like raindrops.

At such a young age, with such a small body, he was covered in wounds.

When the father got tired of beating, he would put down the whip and leave, leaving the little child in the dark, secret room to lick his wounds.

Day by day, year by year, fear takes root deep in everyone's soul, never to be forgotten.

This time, however, his father did not seem to intend to hit him. After entering the secret room, Prince Fu sat cross-legged on the ground and looked back at his eldest son: "Sit behind me and pour your inner strength into my body."

The eldest brother immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

For someone like him who needed to cultivate combined attack techniques, channeling internal energy was the simplest thing in the world. Although he didn't know what his father was planning, channeling internal energy was still much more comfortable than being whipped. Immediately, the eldest son sat down behind Prince Fu, took a deep breath, and placed his palms against Prince Fu's back. In the next instant, a surge of powerful internal energy, like a rushing river, flowed into Prince Fu's body through his palms.

Prince Fu's body trembled slightly, and then a huge vortex seemed to appear out of thin air in his bloated body, which began to frantically devour his boss's inner energy.

call……

A gust of wind suddenly rose in the sealed room.

The tiny flame of the oil lamp flickered in the wind.

For some reason, the eldest brother felt a little panicked.

The internal energy infusion in a combined attack technique is only temporary; once the battle ends, the internal energy will return to its original path.

Furthermore, martial artists of the same realm have limited physical strength. If the internal energy of several martial artists of the same realm were simultaneously poured into their bodies, it could even cause the bodies to be unable to withstand the overwhelming internal energy, ultimately leading to their collapse. Therefore, when pouring internal energy, they would control the flow rate of the internal energy to a certain extent, striving to achieve a slow but prolonged input. In this way, the person receiving the internal energy would not have to worry about their body collapsing, while still being able to exert several times the normal strength.

At first, things were fine, not much different from his usual cultivation. But as time passed, the vortex in Fu Wang's body was no longer satisfied with just devouring the internal energy sent in by the boss; it began to actively plunder it.

hum.

A strange sound could be heard faintly.

The boss felt a pulling and pulling sensation in his palm, and the internal energy in his body surged out like a flood that had burst its banks, under the influence of some kind of strong attraction.

Inside the sealed room, the wind grew stronger.

The eldest brother's fat, bloated face began to contort in a bizarre way. The feeling of having his internal energy forcibly extracted was extremely uncomfortable, like someone sucking his blood from his neck, leaving him utterly exhausted. He wanted to stop the flow of internal energy, but his fear of his father prevented him from doing so.

Gradually, the eldest brother's face began to turn deathly pale.

Beads of cold sweat began to seep from his forehead and all over his skin.

All the tendons, veins, skin, and muscles in the whole body also spasmed.

"Father...is it alright now?" Finally, the eldest son could no longer hold back. He suppressed his fear and asked cautiously.

Prince Fu's eyelids remained droopy, only his fat mouth revealed a slightly ferocious and cruel smile.

He did not answer, but instead intensified his absorption and devouring of internal energy.

The eldest brother felt it even more clearly now. At this moment, what was being drained from him was not only his internal energy, but also his vital essence and life force. His bloated body began to wither at a visible speed, and his skin began to turn pale and even crack.

My heart was pounding like a drum.

My blood was surging, as if boiling.

If this continues... I'll die.

The fear of death finally made the eldest son suppress his fear of his father. He prepared to withdraw his palms, but just as he was about to do so, he found that his hands were completely out of his control, as if a huge magnet was firmly sticking his palms to the back of the Prince of Fu.

"No, Father..." came the eldest brother's desperate and shrill voice: "Spare me!"

Prince Fu still did not respond at all.

Click, click.

Strange sounds emanated from the boss's skin, and out of the corner of his eye, he could clearly see that strange cracks had appeared on the back of his pale hand.

The suction is getting more and more insane.

"No!"

"No...no, no..."

The desperate howling stopped abruptly.

The moment the last bit of internal energy and vitality was drained, as if the power absorbed was too exaggerated, the leader's body was subjected to pressure from all directions. His entire fat and shriveled body was forcibly squeezed into a ball, turning into a strange sphere.

Then, with another "poof," the strange spherical object suddenly exploded.

A burst of scarlet blood mist exploded in the sealed room.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Prince Fu took a deep breath.

call!
The blood mist seemed to be manipulated by some mysterious force, turning into wisps that burrowed into Prince Fu's nostrils and lips.

Only when there was no more blood left in the secret chamber did Prince Fu slowly open his eyes. A glint of light flashed deep within them, followed by a ferocious, triumphant smile: His internal strength and physique had increased by at least ten percent compared to before. The connection between their bloodlines, coupled with practicing the same cultivation method, had directly reduced the rejection of internal energy to a minimum… This was a tremendous improvement. If he were to absorb all thirty-six of his sons, becoming a Grandmaster would be a piece of cake.

That's right, he desperately had sons and raised sons, not for the purpose of carrying on the family line, but simply to allow himself to enter that legendary realm.

Such methods are somewhat deviant and deviant.

However, compared to the benefits brought by reaching the Grandmaster realm, the lives of his dozens of sons seemed less important.

……

the other side.

On the banks of the Tongjiang River.

Song Yan continued to walk slowly toward the six fat men.

These fat men, perhaps they are the offspring of the skeletons hidden in the secret passage beneath the artificial hill in Prince Fu's mansion? Perhaps, these people could be turned against him and used as pawns to deal with Prince Fu?

Such a thought crossed Song Yan's mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

On the one hand, when he mentioned Kong Nianhan before, he could feel that these fat men had a deep relationship with Kong Nianhan. In their hearts, Kong Nianhan was probably their biological mother, or even more important than their biological mother. Changing their mindset was too difficult, too tiring, and too troublesome.

On the other hand, when the name of Prince Fu was mentioned, the eyes of the six fat men were filled with fear. They seemed to be extremely afraid of Prince Fu... Even if the truth and evidence were laid out before them, they probably wouldn't have the courage to betray Prince Fu.

Since we can't win them over, there's no need to waste time.

The six fat men maintained an odd formation, a formation that allowed them to unleash their full power, but it clearly had a drawback: sluggish movement. After knocking Luo Tianyi away, the distance between them widened again to about several dozen paces. For an eighth-rank martial artist, this distance was instantaneous. But for these six fat men, they had to maintain the same movements and the same rhythm. Even though they had trained extensively beforehand, their speed inevitably slowed down.

That speed even made Song Yan feel a little bored. Holding the shotgun in one hand, he took the initiative to approach the six fat men... The shotgun he had made by hand was actually somewhat substandard if brought back to the modern world. Many parts were not refined enough and had very serious flaws. For example, the accuracy when firing slugs was very poor. At a distance of more than 20 meters, where the bullet would hit was entirely up to fate.

For example, the recoil is so strong that an adult male without martial arts training could easily have his shoulder blade shattered.

For example, it is extremely heavy, weighing over ten kilograms without a magazine or drum magazine, which is basically three or four times the weight of a normal shotgun, making it very inconvenient to use.

For example, it doesn't have an external magazine or drum magazine, so it can't fire in bursts; it can only hold a maximum of two bullets.

However, it also has advantages, namely... bullets that are longer than Song Yan's fingertips to his wrist and as thick as eggs, ensuring an astonishing amount of gunpowder loaded.

The power was nothing short of insane. Song Yan felt that he was a bit like an old-fashioned rabbit, not pursuing precision or accuracy, since he couldn't make one anyway, so he just wanted something big, thick, and long enough. If he couldn't make an extremely accurate sniper rifle, he would make a sniper grenade. Even if the accuracy was slightly lacking, one grenade could still take out a large number of people.

Six fat men, with a clear hint of surprise in their soybean-shaped eyes.

They were initially worried that after knocking Luo Tianyi away, if Song Yan realized he was no match and fled to seek reinforcements, it would be quite troublesome. After all, in their current state, their movements were inconvenient, and it would be difficult for them to catch up with a seventh-grade martial artist.

They couldn't just break up the formation at will. Once the formation was broken, they would have to readjust their inner energy to reassemble it, which would take some time. Although it wouldn't take long, it would be enough for Luo Tianyi to seize the opportunity and reap one or two lives. If two people were missing, even if they reassembled the formation, its power would be greatly reduced, and no one could guarantee whether they could continue to fight against Luo Tianyi.

Now that Song Yan wasn't running away, but instead was walking towards them, the six fat men couldn't help but wonder if Song Yan had really lost his mind. Otherwise, why would he do something so foolish?
Of course, this was definitely a good thing for them. Each of their fat faces wore the same grin, and their twelve beady eyes stared intently at Song Yan, creating a somewhat creepy atmosphere.

Under the moonlight, one could clearly see that Song Yan always wore a faint smile of complete control on her face, and her tall figure cast a long shadow on the ground.

His steps were steady and resolute.

There was absolutely no sign of wavering.

It was as if Song Yan had never taken these fat men seriously.

That arrogant demeanor subtly fueled the anger within the six fat men.

They couldn't understand. Could it be that Song Yan really couldn't see the difference in strength between the two sides? Why could he still walk around so leisurely?

Doesn't he know what fear is?
Damn.

Once Song Yan falls into their hands, they will certainly use the cruelest methods to treat this distinguished guest, to make him understand what price he will pay for ignoring them.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, Song Yan raised his arm, spun the shotgun in his palm, and pointed the dark muzzle directly at the fat man in the lead. Almost at the same time, the fat man in the lead also stretched out his round arm, spread his five fingers, and grabbed straight at the muzzle.

The fat man's thoughts were simple: he really didn't know what Song Yan was holding... so he would just snatch it.

As for the possibility of getting injured?
Such a thought had never crossed the fat man's mind.

Having absorbed the internal energy of his five brothers, he is now terrifyingly strong.

Even Luo Tianyi, a ninth-grade martial artist, with divine weapons, could not harm him in the slightest. The fat man simply could not imagine how a seventh-grade martial artist could possibly injure him.

Finally, the fat man's finger touched the muzzle of the gun.

It was still slightly warm.

The next second, Song Yan pressed down sharply with his finger.

Rumble, rumble.

Another deafening roar.

It felt as if thunder was exploding in my ears.

A bullet longer than a palm sliced ​​through the barrel in an instant, carrying enough force to tear everything apart.

In that instant, everything seemed to slow down. The cone-shaped bullet struck the fat man's palm, and his skin, which could withstand the cuts of a sharp sword, turned to shreds like tofu. The moment the explosion rang out, the instant the bullet touched his palm, a gaping hole was torn in the fat man's right hand.

The blood didn't have time to spray out.

The energy carried by the bullet shattered the entire palm into dust.

The bullet immediately continued forward without deviating in the slightest, striking the fat man's forearm bone and shattering it; then his upper arm bone, shattering it as well...

The slow motion ended, and everything returned to normal.

In the eyes of Song Yan, Luo Tianyi, and even the second brother, the moment the thunder roared, the second brother's entire arm instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist, and all his skin, flesh, and bones were shredded into pieces.

This happened so fast.

It happened so fast that people couldn't react in time; it happened so fast that the second child didn't even feel the pain for a moment.

Several seconds later, a deafening scream ripped through the dark night.

Ah ah ah ah ah……

The second brother's obese body convulsed violently, his face was deathly pale, the excruciating pain almost drove him mad, and his entire body was covered in a dense layer of cold sweat in the shortest possible time.

The severed arm, shredded and mangled, still swayed in the wind, its flesh, skin, and tendons barely visible.

Blood gushed out relentlessly, turning the ground crimson in a short time.

That's not all. Song Yan's shot not only crippled the second brother's arm, but also deflated him. His once round, spherical body quickly shrank back to its original shape.

The surging internal energy within the second brother's body instantly became chaotic, and the internal energy flowed backward.

puff puff puff...

A series of sounds of blood spurting out.

The remaining five fat men staggered backward, their mouths bloodshot and their faces pale, clearly having suffered serious injuries from the backlash of their internal energy.

Click, click, a spent cartridge case was removed, and another bullet was already chambered. The dark muzzle bypassed the already seriously injured second brother and aimed directly at the other person behind him, pulling the trigger without the slightest hesitation.

Rumble, rumble.

Another deafening roar followed. Although the third brother was strong, he wasn't strong enough to withstand swords and blades with his bare hands. Furthermore, the distance was too close, and he had just suffered internal injuries, leaving him breathless and unable to dodge. The moment the gun fired, the third brother froze, his expression hardening. His round, bald head slowly drooped, and his wide-open eyes clearly revealed a huge, gaping hole in his chest.

My heart was shattered.

The light in his eyes quickly faded; he was dead.

Five people survived.

At this moment, they finally understood why Song Yan had torn a piece of flesh from their mother's waist... How could Song Yan possess such a terrifying weapon?

The sound was like thunder, and flesh and blood shattered.

Click, click, the bullets jammed into the chamber again. When Song Yan raised the dark muzzle of his gun once more, the remaining five finally realized that their assassination attempt on Song Yan had failed. They disregarded the chaotic internal energy within them, risked their internal injuries, and quickly got up from the ground, rushing in all directions at top speed.

A white shadow flashed past me.

It is Luo Tianyi.

Even though she was unarmed and still had some injuries, Luo Tianyi was still a ninth-rank martial artist, and a group of eighth-rank martial artists with unstable internal energy could not possibly contend with her.

Her speed was pushed to the limit, and in the blink of an eye, she appeared behind a fat man. She knew that the fat man was all fat, and that a palm strike full of internal force would probably have no effect on the fat man's back. She raised her hand and gently brushed it over the fat man's head.

Snapped.

The fat man's body immediately froze on the spot, blood streaming from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

The skull, and even the brain inside, was clearly shattered by the shock.

In the next instant, Luo Tianyi vanished from his spot as if in a flash, and when he reappeared, he was already behind another person. In the same way, the second figure fell to the ground.

Boom... Boom...

At the same time, two gunshots rang out one after the other.

Of the five survivors, four fell. The last one was the second brother, whose arm had been shattered by Song Yan at the beginning. His injuries were the most severe, and his speed was greatly affected. When the dark muzzle of the gun was pressed against his back, the second brother's body suddenly stiffened, and unprecedented fear flashed in his beady eyes.

"Let me go, I promise I'll never come back to kill you again..." the second brother pleaded pitifully, filled with regret. If he had known Song Yan's strength was so exaggerated, he shouldn't have rashly come looking for trouble.

boom!
died.

Song Yan already knows the answers to some questions, so these people no longer need to live.

……

at the same time.

Dongling City.

Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.

The candlelight flickered, and the burning beeswax filled the air with a slightly sweet scent. Emperor Ninghe remained hunched over his desk, his brow furrowed as he read each memorial.

With the extermination of Yang Hetong's family and the purging of Bailu Academy, Emperor Ninghe, with his shrewdness, would naturally not let go of this opportunity to consolidate power. Now, Emperor Ninghe's influence in the court is unprecedented. However, outside the court, there are more and more rebellions and uprisings, and their momentum is growing stronger.

Emperor Ninghe only arranged for a portion of the Eastern Mausoleum Three Guards to be dispatched to suppress these rebellions. He knew that the Yang family was behind these rebel forces, but he clearly had no intention of compromising with them.

After finally reviewing all the memorials, Emperor Ninghe let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his tense forehead. He actually quite liked working day and night like this... Although it was tiring when he was busy, at least it allowed him to occasionally forget the pain in his head.

After a short rest, Emperor Ninghe picked up a stack of somewhat informal white paper next to him. The paper was covered with dense writing, which were secret letters from the Imperial City Guard and other people. Emperor Ninghe wanted to truly understand the current state of Ning Kingdom, and these secret letters were obviously more valuable than memorials that only praised his achievements.

As he read through the secret letters, Emperor Ninghe frowned when a particular letter appeared before him.

This letter is signed by Luo Tianxuan.

After reading the contents of the secret letter, even the usually composed Emperor Ninghe felt a surge of turmoil within him.

Good heavens, that bastard Song Yan, he wasn't satisfied with ruining his two daughters, now even his sister has fallen victim to his evil deeds and is pregnant?

Does this guy intend to wipe out all the women of the Luo family in one fell swoop?
Do you think my Luo family owes you anything?
Isn't that a bit too greedy?

In order to ensure a smooth marriage and avoid criticism, he's now going to turn his own sister into an adopted sister? If he really issues such an imperial decree, I wonder if his father, who is lying in the imperial mausoleum, will suddenly lift the coffin lid and beat him up?
(End of this chapter)