Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

Sparks flew everywhere, and shockwaves rolled.

Although the Grand Elder of Qingqiu blocked the attack, his peach wood cane, which had been coiled for three thousand years, cracked with a "crack".

The old man's blood surged, and he felt a metallic taste in his throat, yet he remained rooted to the spot.

Behind him, seven enormous fox tails stood erect like steel whips, completely surrounding the cradle of the Five Treasures.

"You mortal ant, you have some strength."

Xing Jue hovered three feet above the ground, his face grim.

He glanced at his severed right hand, the fingertips a bloody mess, with a strange black chaotic energy even swirling around the wound.

That is the Devouring Law of the Chaos Demon Body.

It is a disgrace to be injured by a mortal cub that has not yet been weaned.

"Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish."

The blue crystal between Xingjue's eyebrows suddenly burst forth with a blinding light.

The terrifying pressure crashed down like ten thousand mountains collapsing simultaneously.

"Kneel down!"

The sound contained the impact of a Spirit Awakening Realm cultivator's soul.

"puff--!"

The twenty-odd fox clan elites who were still sweeping behind the Grand Elder were pressed to the ground without even uttering a sound, bleeding from their seven orifices.

Even the Grand Elder's knees buckled, and he knelt so hard that he created two deep dents in the bluestone slab beneath his feet.

"You shameless bastard."

Xing Jue sneered and made a grabbing motion in the air with his left hand.

A silver starlight chain appeared out of thin air, like a venomous snake, bypassing the Grand Elder's defenses and heading straight for the Five Treasures and Three Treasures in the cradle.

"I want this whole nest of top-quality meat!"

Just as the chain was about to touch Jiang Yeyao's chubby little arm.

"Buzz—"

A clear, resonant sword cry abruptly cleaved through the frozen air.

A purple, lightning-like sword aura, carrying an unwavering determination, slashed out from the side corridor.

"Clang!"

The starlight chain was cut off by three inches, grazing the edge of the cradle and sinking deep into the ground.

Xingjue frowned.

On the eaves of the corridor stood a boy who looked to be only seven or eight years old.

The boy's silver hair danced wildly in the wind, and he dragged a heavy iron sword that was taller than himself.

That was Da Bao, Jiang Lei, who grew up under the influence of lightning tribulation.

His purplish-gold pupils held only a chilling coldness.

Jiang Lei slowly raised the heavy sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Xing Jue's brow.

"How dare you steal my sister!"

Xingjue was stunned for a moment, then laughed angrily: "Perfect timing!"

He didn't take Jiang Lei seriously at all.

What kind of waves can a baby with a bone age of only one year make, no matter how talented?

Xingjue flicked his fingers lightly.

The starlight chain instantly split into dozens of strands, sweeping towards Jiang Lei and annihilating him.

"die!"

Jiang Lei advanced instead of retreating.

He moved like lightning, his heavy sword drawing mysterious trajectories in the air.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Sparks flew.

But he is still young and his cultivation is still shallow.

After deflecting the seventh chain, Jiang Lei's tiger's mouth split open, and blood stained the hilt of his sword.

"Bang!"

The small body was thrown backward by the shock and crashed heavily into a pillar in the corridor.

The remaining chains were about to pierce him.

"The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or supernatural beings!"

A clear, calm, yet strangely rhythmic child's voice rang out at the garden entrance.

This sound was not a roar, but it was like a great bell, stirring up a visible ripple in the rules of heaven and earth.

That is the method of the sages of Confucianism and Taoism—words become law!

The originally imposing starlight chains, upon hearing these words, seemed to freeze in mid-air for a moment, like soldiers who had received an order.

Although it was only for a moment, it was enough.

Taking advantage of this momentary pause, Jiang Lei made an incredible turn in the air and landed steadily on the ground, shielding his younger siblings.

Xingjue suddenly turned his head.

At the garden entrance, a little boy dressed in a miniature Confucian robe was leaning against the door frame, panting heavily.

That's Erbao, Chu Anyan.

The little guy's face was deathly pale; that one word, "Word of Power," had almost drained all the Purple Emperor Qi from his body.

But he didn't back down; instead, he took out his golden abacus.

"Uncle! Your armor looks quite valuable; it should be enough to compensate for emotional distress."

Xingjue was so angry he laughed again.

He, a dignified patrol envoy of the Canglan Realm and a great expert of the Spirit Awakening Realm, was actually threatened by a few babies who were still wearing open-crotch pants?

"Okay, very good."

Xing Jue took a deep breath, no longer concealing the murderous intent in his eyes.

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll cripple you first, then teach you a lesson slowly!"

He suddenly clasped his hands together.

"Starry Sky: Space Cage!"

Om-!

The entire back garden space suddenly distorted.

Countless silver lines intertwined in the air, forming a huge cube that enveloped the Grand Elder, Jiang Lei, Chu Anyan, and the two babies in the cradle.

The air was drawn out, and gravity increased a hundredfold.

"Well……"

Chu Anyan was the weakest, and was instantly forced to his knees, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the abacus.

Jiang Lei gripped the ground tightly with his heavy sword, his kneecaps cracking under the strain, yet he still kept his spine straight.

"Let's see how long you can keep up this stubbornness!"

Xing Jue approached step by step, and once again condensed a Star Essence Crystal dagger in his hand, aiming it at Jiang Lei.

Just then.

"Rip—!"

A sharp, tearing sound, like cloth being ripped, rang out without warning.

Xingjue's proud "spatial cage," with its indestructible spatial barrier, was actually torn open by someone's bare hands from the outside!

It's like tearing apart a piece of waste paper.

The violent demonic energy poured in through the crack.

A long, pale hand with distinct knuckles reached into the crack and grabbed the wrist of the Star-Slaying Thorn.

Immediately afterwards, a face so handsome it was almost otherworldly, yet so gloomy it resembled that of a demon from hell, appeared before Xing Jue.

Ye Wuhen was disheveled, his hair was still dripping wet, and he was only wearing a loose red robe. He wasn't even wearing shoes.

His eyes held a dark abyss.

He looked at Xing Jue, his lips slowly parting to reveal his gleaming white teeth.

"Which hand did you use to touch my daughter just now?"

Xingjue's heart skipped a beat.

As a patrolling envoy who spends his days hunting in the starry sky, he has an extremely keen sense of danger.

The disheveled man before him, though his aura was extremely unstable and his cultivation level appeared to be only at the Void Refinement stage, gave him a certain feeling...

It looked like a mad dog that had just crawled out of a pool of blood.

"Who are you?"

Xingjue instinctively tried to pull his hand back.

Not moving.

The pale hand was like an iron clamp, firmly welded to his wrist, and the sound of bones cracking could even be heard.

"who I am?"

Ye Wuhen tilted his head, seemingly deep in thought about the question.

next second.

His demonic energy exploded, shattering the surrounding space into dust.

"I am your ancestor!!!"

Without any fancy spells or opening moves, Ye Wuhen charged straight at it!

"Thump!"

A dull thud that made your teeth ache.

Xingjue had no idea about this street thug-like fighting style. Caught off guard, he was hit hard on the bridge of his nose by Ye Wuhen's forehead, which was as hard as a rock.

Xingjue was sent flying backward.

But before he could land, his ankle was grabbed.

Ye Wuhen followed Xing Jue like a ghost, grabbing one of his legs and using him as a human-shaped stick, swinging him around and slamming him to the ground!

"Bang!"

"You dare scare my daughter to tears!"

"Bang!"

"How dare you disturb me while I'm changing clothes!"

"Bang!"

"How dare you show off in my desolate wasteland!"

Each strike was more ferocious and heavier than the last.

The hard basalt floor was smashed into large craters, and gravel flew everywhere.

Although Xingjue's silver armor had amazing defensive capabilities, it began to flicker under the onslaught of physical attacks, emitting a piercing alarm.

"Aaaaah! How dare you! How dare you!"

Xing Jue was, after all, a Spirit Awakening Realm expert. After a brief moment of confusion, he immediately unleashed a powerful burst of immortal spiritual energy.

"Starburst!"