"North Emperor!"
"Ancestor!"
Many people cried out in terror, especially those from the Wang family. They felt dizzy and disoriented, as if the sky were collapsing on them.
If North Emperor Wang Teng were to fall, the Wang family would not only lose its prosperity, but their very existence would be in jeopardy.
After all, when the mighty fall, everyone piles on!
"You… you really intend to kill me?"
North Emperor Wang Teng weakly raised his head, blood trickling from his mouth. He resembled a dying beast, desperately clinging to life.
"You think I'm joking?"
Qin Chuan sneered.
His own chest was bleeding as well, the strange power from Wang Teng's earlier arrow inflicting a significant wound that would take days to heal.
"You can't kill me," Wang Teng glared at Qin Chuan, his voice trembling but resolute. "The Human Race Sanctuary has strict rules—Martial Emperors cannot kill each other without permission, or the Sanctuary will hold them accountable."
Qin Chuan glanced over at the Crimson Dawn Palace Master.
The Palace Master nodded. "That is indeed true."
Unmoved, Qin Chuan smiled coldly at Wang Teng. "A Martial Emperor can't kill you, but what about someone who isn't a Martial Emperor?"
He then turned his gaze toward Qin Zi.
"Huh? Me??"
Qin Zi blinked in confusion before flying over.
"I've already suppressed his power and cultivation. Use this to finish him," Qin Chuan said as he conjured a long sword, glowing with an aura of destruction, and handed it to Qin Zi.
The sword radiated with the power of thunder and flames, and if it were to pierce a body, it would unleash a cataclysmic force.
"You! You wouldn't dare!!"
Wang Teng panicked, his voice rising in desperation as he threatened, "My master is an elder of the Sanctuary, a high-ranking Martial Emperor! If you kill me, he will never forgive you!"
Pride often falls short in the face of death.
Few can face death with composure, especially those in positions of great power who fear losing everything.
Qin Chuan turned to the Crimson Dawn Palace Master.
The Palace Master paused for a moment before explaining, "It's true that he was once the disciple of a Sanctuary elder. However, after he offended that mysterious expert and took an arrow to the knee, his master severed all ties with him. They haven't communicated since."
"It's likely that his master abandoned him after he lost his potential, or perhaps that mysterious expert had too much influence, and his master didn't dare provoke them, so he distanced himself."
"However... even so, having been his master at one time, if you kill him, that Sanctuary elder may indeed take offense."
The Palace Master explained the gravity of the situation.
Great figures tend to be proud, and those in high positions often believe their pride extends far and wide. Even if a distant relative were bullied, they might see it as a personal slight.
The Human Race Sanctuary governs the human race, and the status of a Sanctuary elder is incredibly high. If they decide to make someone's life difficult, even a Martial Emperor might not be able to escape unscathed.
"So that's how it is..."
Qin Chuan chuckled softly, then his expression turned cold. "Whether that elder is pleased or not has nothing to do with me. I owe him nothing, so why should I care if he's happy or not?"
He turned to Qin Zi and commanded, "Kill him!"
Qin Zi took a deep breath, gripping the glowing sword with both hands. If Dad says to do it, then I'll do it!
"Die!!"
His eyes filled with determination, Qin Zi thrust the sword into North Emperor Wang Teng's body.
"Boom!"
Immediately, an earth-shattering sound erupted from within Wang Teng, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was shattering, as if the entire world was being torn apart.
A terrifying force surged outward, but Qin Chuan pressed down with his right hand, suppressing it.
"I curse you both!!"
In his final moments, Wang Teng's face contorted with madness, his eyes burning red as he roared in fury at Qin Chuan and Qin Zi.
Then, cracks appeared across his body, and in the end, he shattered like a piece of fragile porcelain.
"Crash!"
An invisible wave of energy spread out from where Wang Teng had stood, seemingly dissipating into the heavens.
"Beep! A Four-Star Martial Emperor's fortune detected. For 100 'Dad Points,' you can capture it. Capture now?"
The system's voice echoed in Qin Chuan's mind.
Qin Chuan paused, then asked, "What good is capturing it?"
Being a thrifty man, he didn't like to make purchases without knowing what he was getting. What if it was something useless?
"Beep! By infusing someone with this fortune, they will be unstoppable, advancing rapidly through cultivation realms."
The system answered.
"Does that work for me?"
Qin Chuan asked.
"Beep! Please stop dreaming."
The system replied flatly.
Realizing it wouldn't work on him, Qin Chuan decided it was still worth capturing the fortune—after all, he could use it on Qin Zi.
Qin Zi needed to keep up with the escalating conflicts, continue challenging stronger opponents, and earn even more Dad Points.
"Capture it!"
He mentally commanded.
With 6,200 Dad Points left, spending 100 wasn't much of a concern.
"Beep! Capture complete!"
Immediately, Qin Chuan sensed something new in his mind—a glass bottle filled with white liquid.
It looked like milk.
The bottle was sealed with a cork, and a label clumsily stuck to the front bore the word "Milk" in crooked handwriting.
Examining the bottle, Qin Chuan frowned, a sense of déjà vu creeping over him. He asked cautiously, "System, are you sure you didn't give me the wrong thing?"
"Beep! Uh... ah... uh... zap... parameter error... crackle crackle..."
The system's voice stuttered, accompanied by the sound of static and malfunctioning electronics.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, the bottle of "milk" vanished from Qin Chuan's mind, replaced by a crystal ball.
Inside the ball swirled a golden mist, shaped like a dragon, ever-changing and mesmerizing to behold.
This was the Martial Emperor's fortune!
"System? System?"
Qin Chuan called out experimentally.
All he heard in response was more static, like the sound of a child embarrassed and hiding under a blanket.
Qin Chuan's expression turned a bit odd.
Could the system feel embarrassed?
"Sigh, who would've thought this simple matter of accepting a disciple would turn into such a mess... Sorry about this," the Crimson Dawn Palace Master sighed, approaching Qin Chuan and patting him on the shoulder before turning to leave, his head bowed in shame.
"You're not going to take him as a disciple?"
Qin Chuan asked with a smile.
The Palace Master turned back, offering a bitter smile.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to protect him today. How could I still have the face to take him as a disciple?"
"I fear that in this lifetime, I will never accept another disciple..."
With a deep sigh, the Palace Master clasped his hands behind his back and slowly disappeared into the sky, his white-haired silhouette looking lonely and forlorn.
Qin Chuan watched him leave, sighing inwardly.
Then, he snapped back to attention, his eyes sweeping over the trembling crowd below. He asked coldly:
"Do any of you still want to kill my son?"
Immediately, the crowd lowered their heads in terror, their faces pale, bodies trembling. No one dared utter a word.
A Martial Emperor had just been killed!
Who would dare to act recklessly now?
This scene was so shocking that it had left a lasting terror in their hearts, something they would never forget.
"If anyone still wishes to harm my son, stand forward now. I'll give you a chance. If you don't dare to stand today, then never target my son again. Otherwise… your entire clan will perish!"
Qin Chuan said indifferently.
After speaking, he motioned for Qin Zi to come over, ready to leave with him.
But just then, he sensed something amiss. His expression changed, and with a thought, a jade talisman appeared in his hand.
From the jade talisman, a panicked voice belonging to the Purple Cloud Palace Master emerged:
"Senior, the demon race has suddenly launched an invasion. The Ziyun Domain is on the verge of falling!!"