Replace me as the top scholar? Go talk to my Marshal Grandpa!

Sun Tianrui watched his retreating figure and sighed again.

He didn't try to persuade him any further.

Raising his right hand, he unleashed his Star Realm cultivation without reservation, transforming it into an invisible force field that completely sealed off the entire main hall.

No one can leave.

He stepped back, leaving the field to Wang Yuanshan.

Wang Defa saw Sun Tianrui standing at the end of the main hall, and then saw Wang Yuanshan walking towards him step by step. His pupils suddenly contracted.

Wang Yuanshan's demeanor has changed.

He exuded an extremely dangerous and oppressive aura.

The oppressive feeling was so intense that even he, as the son, felt afraid, as if a chill was seeping out from the very marrow of his bones!

"Father...?" Wang Defa called out tentatively.

Wang Yuanshan did not answer.

He walked up to Wang Defa and stopped.

Wang Defa slumped to the ground, pushing himself back with his hands: "Father, what's wrong... And what's Director Sun doing here? Why did you seal off this place?"

His voice was a little weak, but he was still trying to hold on.

He thought that Wang Yuanshan had seen their ugly side and couldn't stand it anymore, but at most he would just teach them a lesson, after all, they were father and son, blood relatives.

Wang Yuanshan looked down at him.

Then he moved.

The combat power of the Divine Realm was unleashed without reservation.

He raised his right hand and delivered a sharp chop, striking Wang Defa precisely in the legs.

"Click!!"

The sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the silent main hall.

"Aaaaaah—!!"

Wang Defa let out a scream that sounded inhuman before collapsing to the ground.

His legs were bent at an extremely twisted angle below the knees, with broken bones piercing through his flesh, and blood instantly stained his trouser legs.

Everyone was stunned by the scream.

They saw Wang Yuanshan, the aura of a Divine Realm expert emanating from him, and the pitiful, pale-faced Wang Defa at his feet.

The air seemed to freeze!

Wang Zhengye timidly got up from the ground, glanced at Wang Defa, then at Wang Yuanshan, and asked with trembling lips, "Father...why did you cripple my elder brother's legs? Are you...are you insane?"

Wang Yuanshan did not answer.

He simply glanced at everyone present.

Those whose gaze swept over him felt as if they had been doused with a bucket of ice water from head to toe, and dared not even breathe loudly.

The anger and ferocity from their earlier struggle still lingered in their eyes.

But at this moment.

Those emotions have all been replaced by fear!

The Wang Yuanshan they knew was always that gentle, silent old man who no longer cared about anything.

They had forgotten that this old man was a notorious master in his youth.

He single-handedly carved a bloody path from the bottom up, re-erecting the Xingquan Wang family, which had been abandoned by the main family, from the ashes.

He killed more people over the years than all of them combined.

Wang Yuanshan looked at them, spoke slowly, his voice calm, as if announcing something that had been decided long ago:

"Today, all of you will die here."

These words were spoken into the main hall.

Deathly silence!

Wang Zhengye was the first to speak.

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, his voice trembling as he suppressed his fear: "Father, you...you're joking, right? You must be joking."

"Do you think we're being too noisy, and you're trying to scare us a little, right?"

"That's definitely true, hehe..."

He chuckled dryly a few times.

But the laughter sounded particularly abrupt and weak in the deathly silent main hall.

Others also realized what was happening and began to agree.

Some said, "Grandpa loved us the most," some said, "My father would never say such a thing," and others nodded vigorously, as if as long as they believed it was a joke, it really would become a joke.

But Wang Yuanshan didn't stop.

He strode forward expressionlessly, approaching them step by step.

The murderous aura emanating from the Divine Realm was like an invisible wall, suffocating them.

The group finally made up their minds.

Wang Yuanshan wasn't joking!

Fear overwhelmed everyone like a flood breaking through a dam.

Wang Feixiang was the first to break down. He fell to his knees with a thud and scrambled toward Wang Yuanshan, incoherently shouting:

"Grandpa! Grandpa, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

"Do you remember? When I was little, you took me fishing, and I fell into the river. You jumped in and pulled me out!"

"Do you remember? When I was eight years old, I had a fever, and you stayed up all night watching over me!"

"Grandpa! I'm your grandson! You can't—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Wang Yuanshan's hand had already landed.

He slapped the top of his head with a swift and decisive blow, without the slightest hesitation.

Wang Feixiang's body stiffened for a moment, his eyes widening in astonishment and disbelief.

He seemed to never understand, even in his death, why the grandfather who had jumped into the river to save him when he was a child would now kill him with his own hands.

His body went limp and fell to the ground, his eyes still open, staring at the ceiling.

An uproar erupted in the main hall.

"Wang Yuanshan! You beast! You even killed your own grandson!" someone yelled.

"You old bastard! If you hadn't saved Wang Xian back then, how would we have ended up like this! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

Some people pointed their fingers at him and pinned all the blame on him.

"You're even more ruthless than the Bai family! At least the Bai family wouldn't kill their own people!" Someone cursed as they backed away, their backs colliding with the force field barrier set up by Sun Tianrui.

They began to desperately pound on the invisible wall, their fists striking it with dull thuds, but the blockade of the Star Realm was something these Battle Soul Realm cultivators could not budge.

Despair drove them completely insane!

Some people started to insult Sun Tianrui, calling him Wang Yuanshan's lackey, accusing him of aiding and abetting evil, and wishing him a terrible death.

Wang Yuanshan did not listen.

Or rather, he listened, but remained unmoved.

His gaze was calm, and his movements were swift.

He walked up to the next member of his tribe, made a move, then withdrew his hand, and the man fell down.

Next one, strike again, then stop.

His movements were like those of a pre-programmed machine, precise and indifferent.

Every move was swift and decisive, leaving the opponent no room to struggle.

These people were all at or below the Battle Soul Realm, and were simply unable to resist.

Some knelt down and begged for mercy, some tried to launch a sneak attack, and some pretended to be dead in an attempt to get away with it, but under his divine perception, all their tricks were exposed.

One by one!

The sounds in the main hall changed from howling to crying, from crying to sobbing, and from sobbing to silence.

In the end, only deathly silence remained.

Sun Tianrui stood in the corner, quietly watching all of this.

He neither spoke nor made a move to stop it.

He just watched, watched the old man walk step by step down the path he had chosen.

There was something indescribable in his eyes, like regret, or perhaps understanding.