All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Jiang Chen's stern shout suddenly rang in my ears.

Ignoring his own injuries, he forced himself to turn around and used all his strength to suppress Xu Qiu'an's restless body, forcefully stopping the boy who was about to go berserk.

He could clearly feel the ferocity surging wildly within his son, and the murderous will to annihilate everything.

If Xu Qiu'an were to unleash a massacre upon the Earth Dragon Clan today, everything would truly be beyond repair.

Di Qiu's obsession, the earth dragon's hatred, and the secret of their bloodline—all the hidden dangers will erupt completely, and the father and son will become enemies of the entire star field, with nowhere left to stand.

Therefore, even if he is surrounded and killed, even if he suffers all kinds of humiliation, he must suppress Xu Qiu'an!

Hold it down firmly!

Not a single act of killing is allowed!

"Father! They're going to kill us! Let me go!"

Xu Qiu'an trembled violently, the ferocious nature of the Taotie within him surging wildly, trying to break free of its shackles, his eyes filled with unbelievable rage.

For the first time, he was so angry, so confused, and for the first time, he felt intense resentment towards his father who had protected him for a hundred years.

The enemy's spells continued to rain down, the spiritual energy barrier was on the verge of collapse, and the threat of death was imminent.

He clearly had the strength to fight back, he could have easily slaughtered all his enemies and survived the desperate situation!

But his father insisted on stopping him!

He insisted on letting others hunt him down, let others slaughter him, and let himself fall into a dead end!

Jiang Chen gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and suppressed the surging blood and qi within him. He tightened his grip, locking down all of Xu Qiu'an's power and not giving him any chance to make a move.

"I told you to stop! Didn't you hear me?!"

Jiang Chen's voice was hoarse and forceful, with a hint of obsessive stubbornness.

boom!

Another wave of violent spells rained down, completely shattering the spiritual energy barrier, and an endless torrent of energy swept in.

Jiang Chen forcibly turned around, shielding Xu Qiu'an behind him, and using his own body to withstand all the impact.

puff--!

A mouthful of scalding blood gushed from the corner of Jiang Chen's mouth, staining his robes red. He staggered back several steps, his breathing becoming increasingly disordered and weak.

Even so, he still didn't launch any counterattack, only focusing on defense and endurance.

This scene completely ignited all the pent-up dissatisfaction and doubts in Xu Qiu'an's heart.

He endured a century of hardship and escape, repeatedly being beaten and forcibly stopped by his father.

His father, who used to be gentle, patient, and protective of him, was now terrifyingly stubborn and cold-hearted.

The boy's grievances, anger, confusion, and bewilderment intertwined instantly and erupted completely.

This was the first argument Xu Qiu'an had in his hundred years of life, and the first time he had questioned his father.

He struggled violently, his shoulders shaking as he tried to break free from Jiang Chen's grasp. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at his father, his voice hoarse with extreme anger:

"Why!"

Two simple words, carrying a century of doubt, now explode like a thunderclap!

Jiang Chen's body stiffened slightly as he looked at his son, whose eyes were filled with anger and disappointment. Endless bitterness and guilt welled up in his eyes, and his heart ached as if being torn apart. Yet, he gritted his teeth and hardened his heart, his tone cold and stubborn:

"If there's no reason, then we can't kill!"

There was no explanation, no reason, only a cold and forceful prohibition.

He couldn't tell the truth, couldn't tell his son the secret of their bloodline, couldn't reveal the grudges of the past, and could only bear his son's misunderstanding and resentment.

Upon hearing this irresponsible remark, Xu Qiu'an's anger surged several times over, almost burning away his reason!

He pointed to the pursuing soldiers closing in from all sides, their killing intent palpable, and his voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief and indignation:

"But they want to kill us!"

Above the void, countless cultivators had already approached, their spells once again fully charged, their chilling killing intent locking onto the two, waiting only for the next moment to completely obliterate them.

Death has never been so close!

Jiang Chen's hands, hanging limply at his sides, clenched tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms until blood seeped out. Guilt was almost overflowing in his eyes, yet he stubbornly insisted:

"We'll defeat them and buy ourselves time to escape."

Simply repel them, no need to kill them.

All we need to do is escape; there's no need to create a blood feud.

This is his final bottom line, and also the shackles he has put on himself for the past century.

But to Xu Qiu'an, those words sounded absurd and laughable, and chillingly cold!

When faced with a mortal enemy, retreat step by step, only repelling them without killing them, allowing them to pursue and annihilate you time and time again!

This isn't about trying to survive; it's about courting death!

Xu Qiu'an's eyes turned completely bloodshot, and his purple-gold aura surged wildly. His gluttonous ferocity was on the verge of spiraling out of control. He stared intently at Jiang Chen, his voice filled with a desperate question:

"Who exactly are they?! Why does Father always protect them?!"

"They wanted to kill me! But Father, you protected them!!"

These words are the pent-up doubts, the extreme grievances of this moment, and the most incomprehensible and heartbreaking accusation of a young man.

He racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.

These complete strangers, armed with deadly weapons and harboring malice, were willing to do anything to take his life.

But his dearest father did everything in his power to stop him from fighting back and to protect these murderers!

On what grounds?

On what basis?!

Looking at his son's red eyes, and seeing the disappointment, anger, and confusion in them, Jiang Chen felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and he couldn't breathe from the pain.

He had countless grievances and utter helplessness, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Once the truth is revealed, it will cause the world to collapse and bring endless disaster.

He could only swallow all the bitterness and suppress all the guilt, using the coldest and most hurtful words to appease his most beloved son:

"You're too young, you don't understand."

Those seven words, "light and airy," shattered the last shred of restraint in Xu Qiu'an's heart.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter what questions he encountered, his father would patiently teach and gently answer them.

The only thing his father ever said about was the people who were hunting them down, their mother's past, and their race—"You're too young to understand."

A century has passed, and he is no longer an innocent child. He has long seen through life and death, and he has long seen through the wickedness of people's hearts!

Why should we always use that same excuse to brush him off?

Overwhelming anger and resentment completely overwhelmed Xu Qiu'an's reason. He suddenly exerted force, forcefully breaking free from Jiang Chen's grasp, and took several steps back. For the first time, he looked directly at his father with eyes filled with disappointment and coldness.

The boy's voice trembled and was hoarse, yet every word was resounding, carrying an extreme sense of collapse and accusation, echoing throughout the cold void:

"I'm still young! But I understand now that they all want to kill me, yet my father repeatedly protects these people who want to kill me!!!!"