BOOOOM!!!
A monstrous explosion tore through the heavens.
The shockwave distorted the air itself, bending space like molten glass.
Dust, debris, and shattered divine stones were hurled up and lingered, floating like a suffocating, gray fog.
The scent of burning qi mixed with the metallic tang of blood.
The ground trembled as immortal soldiers scrambled.
"Someone is attacking the entrance!"
"The gateway has collapsed!"
"The enemy destroyed it—everyone, take your positions!"
Their voices trembled. Even before seeing the enemy, their instincts screamed.
A crushing killing intent swept through the fog.
The head soldier roared to stabilize morale,
"Who dares attack the Immortal Mang Family Estate? Do you seek death? Do you think you can stain our name!?"
But the heavens did not answer him.
Instead—
a single sword gleam split the fog.
Silent.
Invisible.
Cold.
It passed through bodies before they even realized they were dead.
The soldiers froze mid-breath.
Their torsos slid apart.
Blood sprayed in an arc as quiet as falling rain.
Two silhouettes emerged from the drifting haze—one radiating a fury so cold it numbed the soul, the other exuding a pressure sharp as a celestial spear.
The soldiers trembled uncontrollably.
Their sixth sense—honed from countless battles—whispered only one word:
Run.
The head soldier forced his voice to be steady,
"D-Don't fear! We're in the Mang Estate! Reinforcements are coming! Attack!"
But his eyes widened when he finally recognized them.
"T-That woman… she's the eldest daughter of the Lin Family—the Phoenix of the young generation!"
"And the man is her younger brother… the second son of the Lin Family!"
A suffocating silence fell.
No one dared breathe.
Even the head soldier's confidence shattered.
The Lin Family—
A colossal immortal aristocracy known for its merciless retaliation.
A force far beyond any middle clan.
Just hearing their name made the Mang soldiers falter.
Then—
A whisper slid into the head soldier's mind.
A chilling, alien voice.
"Do not fear the Lin Family. You have permission. Attack."
His pupils shrank.
His mind went blank for a moment.
The voice carried no emotion, no intent.
It felt like a command from some unseen entity sitting above the clouds of destiny.
He gritted his teeth and growled,
"We received direct orders from our higher-ups! Attack them! Immediately!"
The soldiers hesitated…
but obeyed.
Fear of the unknown outweighed fear of the Lin Family.
They charged.
Lin Fan stepped forward calmly.
"Don't worry, sister," he said softly. "Leave these ants to me."
He tightened his grip on his spear.
Golden light surged along the weapon's length, condensing into a spiraling storm.
He launched forward.
Golden Staff, Fifth Form—Heaven-Shattering Strike!
The sky ruptured.
A golden arc descended like a celestial judgment.
It shook the earth, cracked the air, and produced a shockwave so vast it turned several mountains into dust.
Each ripple of golden energy was like a miniature sun.
Wherever it swept—
life vanished.
Thousands of soldiers disintegrated instantly.
Their bodies could not even scream.
Only the head soldier survived, barely.
Half his body was gone—ripped apart like clay before a hurricane.
He stared at Lin Fan in horror.
So this is the power… of someone the Immortal Realm labels as "young supreme"?
Lin Fan's attack was so terrifying that if used in the mortal realm, it could destroy countless universes.
He finally realized something.
Before Lin Fan's spear…
he was not even an ant.
He was dust.
Lin Moun and Lin Fan approached him.
Her sword rose, shimmering with icy qi, ready to sever his life—
But a voice echoed through the battlefield.
"Stop, Snow Jade Fairy."
"If you harm him… your son will suffer."
Lin Moun's eyes widened.
The blade swerved, striking the ground beside the soldier instead—
BOOOOM!
A crater larger than a mountain range formed.
Shockwaves rippled through the air.
This was the Lin Moun feared throughout the Immortal Realm—
cold, beautiful, merciless, untouchable.
But even she halted.
Because her son was in danger.
The head soldier collapsed, drenched in sweat.
If her son wasn't involved… I would have died ten times.
A draconic roar tore through the heavens.
A colossal dragon descended, its scales glowing with Divine Flames.
Its cultivation—Divine Transformation Ninth Stage.
Elite soldiers rode upon its back, each radiating powerful soul force.
These were not ordinary guards—
these were the Mang Family's hand-picked elites.
On the dragon's head stood two figures.
Mang Lao.
Mang Shi.
And in Mang Shi's hands—
a small baby, crying softly.
Lin Moun's heart twisted painfully.
Mang Lao smirked arrogantly,
"You came alone to save your son. Bold. But foolish."
He sneered,
"You should have brought your Lin Family support. Or… did they refuse because you mingled with a mortal and birthed this little bastard?"
The entire battlefield dropped in temperature.
Lin Moun's killing intent exploded—
physical, tangible, slicing through clouds.
Her sword moved—
a single flick.
A nearby soldier's head flew into the air without resistance.
She hissed, voice colder than a frozen abyss,
"Insult my son again… and the next head will be yours."
Lin Fan gently grabbed her arm.
"Sister… calm down. If we lose control now, we lose everything."
She trembled with rage, forcing herself to breathe.
Lin Fan turned toward Mang Lao,
"Young Master Mang, why kidnap my nephew? What do you want? Your father gave the order? Does he intend to start a war with the Lin Family?"
Mang Lao laughed bitterly.
"War? Your Lin Family doesn't dare. This is punishment."
He continued:
"In the Secret Ruins, everyone died except your sister. Convenient. Too convenient. My second brother was inside those ruins. His soul token shattered—and it recorded her energy."
Lin Fan frowned.
"Sister… did you truly harm him?"
Lin Moun answered through spiritual transmission:
No.
He attacked first, so I wounded him.
But not fatally. He escaped. Someone else killed him.
Mang Lao snarled,
"Excuses! Your sister killed my brother. The patriarch declared judgment. And today… the little bastard pays with his life."
Lin Moun's aura erupted.
Her fury reached its peak.
The air froze.
The dragon roared in fear.
In a heartbeat—
she vanished.
Lin Moun collided with Mang Lao.
Their movements surpassed light.
Only distorted shadows and exploding shockwaves marked their presence.
Every collision created earthquakes.
Every strike shattered the air into crystalline fragments.
In the mortal realm, their battle could collapse countless universes.
Mang Lao's spear thrust forward—
Lin Moun sidestepped, slicing his shoulder.
Blood spattered.
He retaliated—
a flame blast capable of evaporating planets—
Lin Moun parried it with a single flick, freezing it midair.
BOOOOOOM!
The frozen flame exploded, turning the battlefield into a shining wasteland of melted stone and diamond-like frost.
Mang Lao gritted his teeth.
She was stronger.
Much stronger.
Yet he did not back down.
He had a hostage.
The fight escalated until—
Mang Lao was sent crashing into the earth.
A massive crater formed.
He staggered out, coughing blood.
His face distorted with humiliation and hate.
"ATTACK HER! ALL OF YOU! CAPTURE HER!"
Thousands of Divine Soul soldiers rushed in.
Lin Moun exhaled.
Breath cold as blizzard wind.
She raised her sword—
Divine Ice Sword—First Form: Formless Frost.
A silent wave spread.
Soldiers froze instantly—
not just bodies, but souls, will, and internal qi.
Then shattered like glass.
Lin Moun moved through the battlefield like a phantom death god.
Every slash released a trail of icy destruction.
Heads flew.
Souls evaporated.
Blood coated her arms.
High above, unseen by all, stood Emma and Zhou Fang.
Emma chuckled lightly,
"Mother and son… almost identical. The same cold heart. The same quiet cruelty. You really inherited her temperament."
Zhou Fang remained silent, but his eyes reflected depths unfathomable.
His thoughts spiraled inward.
Mother did not leave the Secret Ruins by luck.
Someone interfered.
Someone changed fate.
Someone rewrote causality.
The more he thought about it, the colder his expression became.
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THE HOSTAGE
While Lin Moun slaughtered the soldiers—
Mang Shi seized the baby tighter and pressed a divine blade to his tiny throat.
"If either of you move, he dies."
Lin Moun's eyes widened in horror.
"DON'T HARM MY SON!"
Her voice cracked with desperation.
"If you harm him—I'll erase your entire lineage from existence!"
Soldiers blocked her route.
She cut through them—
but a blast of dragon flame forced her backward.
Mang Shi mocked her with cold laughter.
"A mother should protect herself first."
She tossed baby Zhou Fang into the air like a toy, catching him again cruelly.
Lin Moun screamed, her voice breaking.
The Mang soldiers activated a formation.
A shimmering barrier formed, trapping Lin Moun inside.
Every attempt she made to break it resulted in failure.
Mang Lao wiped the blood from his mouth.
His face twisted with a savage grin.
He lifted baby Zhou Fang.
"Snow Jade Fairy…"
"Watch closely."
"I'll absorb your son's divine body and vitality first."
Baby Zhou Fang cried—weak, helpless.
Mang Lao placed his hand on the baby's chest.
Energy surged.
The baby convulsed in pain.
Lin Moun howled in despair.
Lin Fan tried to reach but was blocked.
The Mang family laughed like demons.
Their mockery echoed.
Mang Lao concentrated—
ready to drain the child completely—
When suddenly—
A flicker.
A flash so sharp it cut air —
silent as a whisper,
deadly as judgment.
Something sliced Mang Lao's hand.
It happened so fast—
no one saw what moved.
Blood sprayed.
Mang Lao screamed.