Chapter 393: The Female War God Strikes! The Asura Demon King Weeps Blood!
"Chu Yun! You... you dare to kill my father?"
Ji Meilan saw the headless corpse of Ji Jiacheng, and her beautiful face instantly twisted into a mask of pure horror and hatred. She glared at Chu Yun with extreme fury, her voice cracking under the weight of her despair.
But the next moment, a crisp bang echoed through the banquet hall.
A high-caliber bullet directly blew open the skull of this beautiful star, the Young Miss of the Ji family. Red and white matter sprayed across the pristine white tablecloths, mingling with the expensive caviar and spilled wine.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A group of mysterious figures, dressed in tactical black tight leather suits and wearing grim [Blood Skull] masks, rushed out from the shadows of the garden and the second-floor railing. They moved with the precision of machines, brandishing automatic weapons and shouting coldly in unison:
"The Leader has given the order: exterminate the entire Ji family tonight! Leave no dogs alive! Kill!"
Da-da-da-da-da!
Tongues of flame erupted from the muzzles of submachine guns. Bullets, like crimson long snakes, rained down densely upon the Ji family members who were gathered in the center of the hall.
It was a massacre. A slaughter in high definition.
In an instant, the Ji family's Old Master, who was trembling on his cane; the Ji family's matriarch Gao Dan, screaming in her jewels; the profligate Er Shao of the Ji family, Ji Ba Duan—all were riddled with bullets. Their bodies jerked violently like broken puppets before falling into expanding pools of blood.
The smell of expensive perfume was instantly replaced by the acrid, metallic stench of fresh blood and sulfurous gunpowder.
Immediately after the slaughter, these mysterious figures wearing [Blood Skull] masks turned toward the stunned Chu Yun. They bowed deeply, ninety degrees, with voices full of reverence:
"Boss, mission accomplished! The Ji family has been annihilated as per your command!"
At this moment, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence.
The surviving guests—top celebrities, business tycoons, and officials—were huddled under tables, shivering, their faces pale as paper. They were stunned.
In a flash of lightning, the Modu Ji Family, an ancient martial arts lineage and one of the ten most prominent wealthy families in Magic City, had been wiped out. All its direct descendants, including the head Ji Jiacheng, were lying in pools of blood, their eyes wide open in grievance.
Such a shocking tragedy! It was comparable to the previous annihilation of the Jin family, the richest family in Jinling. How could it happen again?
"He... he actually did it..." someone whispered in the terror.
How could this Chu Yun be so audacious?
Even if he was the [Asura Demon King], wasn't he afraid of following in the footsteps of Alliance Master Yan Lingxiao, the Leader of the War God Alliance, who was crushed by the state's power?
[Ding! The Child of Destiny, Chu Yun, is dumbfounded. Destiny Points plundered: +9,999!]
[Ding! The Child of Destiny, Chu Yun, is dumbstruck by the audacity of the frame-up. Destiny Points plundered: +9,999!]
[Ding! The Child of Destiny, Chu Yun's fate line undergoes a major, catastrophic change. Destiny Points plundered: +600,000!]
Chu Yun stood in the center of the carnage, the blood of his enemies splashing onto his shoes.
He was stunned! Completely and utterly short-circuited.
"What... What is going on???"
Five years!
Chu Yun had waited for a full five years in the hellish battlefields of the Dark World. He had endured torture, cultivation deviation, and countless life-and-death battles. He slept on piles of corpses and drank muddy water, all for this moment.
He had thought about this moment day and night. He wanted to force the Ji Family to kneel, to make them confess their crimes, to torture them slowly and make them regret being born.
He had just begun his grand revenge plan! He had just slapped a few faces!
But now?
The Ji family members were all annihilated. Instantly. By a firing squad he didn't order.
How was he supposed to get his revenge now? How was he supposed to vent the anger that had been burning in his chest for half a decade? It was like winding up a punch with all your strength only to hit empty air and dislocate your shoulder.
At this moment, Chu Yun felt no pleasant surprise, no catharsis. There was only bewilderment, confusion, and a suffocating sense of being played.
In the shadows of a corner, Xu Ruoxue was also dumbfounded.
Her beautiful eyes widened behind her glasses. The Ji family members were annihilated just like that? All dead?
"Then... what was the point of me infiltrating the Ji family under disguise? What was the point of me enduring Ji Meilan's temper to investigate their crimes??"
The evidence she had painstakingly collected hadn't even been brought out. And now, the defendants were all dead. What meaning did this evidence still hold? Justice required a trial, not a massacre.
At this moment, Xu Ruoxue looked at Chu Yun standing in the center of the hall with annoyance and disappointment.
'If you were going to just kill them all like a barbarian, why did you drag me into this? Why did you make me waste so much effort? You are truly... a violent brute with no brain.'
She felt like she had been acting in a play that was cancelled halfway through. Her favorability toward Chu Yun, which was already shaky, plummeted further.
But the chaos was far from over.
"Blood Skull masks? You are the Asura Demon King, the leader of Blood Skull?"
A cold, majestic voice cut through the panic like a blade of ice.
An Zhiyue stood up from the VIP table.
Her wine-red evening gown flowed around her like liquid fire. Her Phoenix brows rose, her eyes sharp as knives. She swept her gaze over the mysterious figures wearing [Blood Skull] masks, and then fixed her locking gaze on Chu Yun.
"To commit such a bloody crime on the land of Yanxia... to slaughter a prominent family in front of my eyes..."
An Zhiyue took a step forward, her high heels clicking rhythmically, sounding like the drums of war.
"I, An Zhiyue, the General Instructor of the Fire Phoenix Special Forces, will never forgive you!"
Boom!
The next moment, An Zhiyue struck out fiercely.
She didn't use a weapon. She didn't need one.
Her slender, fair jade palm shot out. The air around her distorted visibly. The powerful [True Qi] of a [Grandmaster Peak]—bordering on [Great Grandmaster] thanks to Shen Anyu's elixirs—surged out.
It was so potent that it generated an updraft, causing her body to lift slightly off the ground, her dress fluttering as if she were a goddess of war ascending.
Invisible Qi currents erupted, forming a terrifying pressure zone. Palm forces, bending and extending at will like invisible dragons, enveloped Chu Yun and his subordinates.
"Boss, danger!"
The expressions of Blood Dragon, Blood Tiger, and Blood Wolf—the three [Grandmaster] powerhouses loyal to Chu Yun—changed drastically.
They felt the suffocating pressure. It felt like the sky was collapsing.
They hadn't expected this stunning woman in a cocktail dress to be An Zhiyue, the legendary [Female War God]. Her attack was earth-shattering!
"Defend!"
Immediately, Chu Yun's three loyal Generals struck out together. They roared, mobilizing their own True Qi to meet the attack, trying to form a defensive wall.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
"Pfft..." "Pfft..." "Pfft..."
But the gap was too wide.
The next moment, the three [Grandmaster] powerhouses were directly sent flying like broken kites.
Blood sprayed into the sky, painting a grim arc in the air. They crashed heavily onto the marble floor, shattering tiles, their chests caved in.
"Boss... run!"
Blood Dragon struggled to lift his head, his mouth full of blood. His eyes were splitting with rage as he looked at Chu Yun, shouting. Despite his injuries, he tried to crawl up, ready to lunge at An Zhiyue again to buy time.
"Don't even think about hurting my boss!" Blood Tiger roared, staggering to his feet.
The bewildered Chu Yun had also reacted by now.
Although he still didn't know who killed the Ji family or why they framed him, his survival instincts kicked in.
He had to escape. Now.
If he fell into the hands of An Zhiyue, the Yanxia Female War God, he would surely rot in the deepest military prison. Even if this specific incident with the Modu Ji Family was a setup, the bloody crimes committed by the [Blood Skull Mercenary Group] overseas were enough to get him executed a hundred times over.
"I'll cover the rear! You all leave quickly!"
Violent crimson [True Qi] surged around Chu Yun's body, manifesting the aura of an Asura. His eyes turned blood red.
He grabbed the injured Blood Dragon and Blood Tiger by their shoulders, one in each hand, and threw them out toward the window, saving them.
Then, he turned and faced An Zhiyue, pushing both palms forward to meet her momentum.
"Asura Palm!"
BOOM!
When Chu Yun and An Zhiyue clashed palms from a distance, the collision of two massive energy sources created a shockwave.
The Martial Dao [True Qi] of a [Great Grandmaster] level encounter became almost tangible. It twisted the air, creating a vacuum ripple that tore through the ground.
Crack! Crash!
Debris flew everywhere. Tables overturned. Crystal chandeliers shattered, raining glass down on the screaming guests. It was as if a magnitude 7 earthquake had occurred inside the Ji family Villa.
Dust settled.
An Zhiyue stood still, unmoving. Her dress hadn't even ruffled. She looked imperious, cold, and untouchable.
Chu Yun, however, staggered back seven or eight steps.
His boots left deep gouges in the floor. His face suddenly flushed unnatural red, his Qi and blood churning violently.
Gulp.
He almost spat blood, but forced it back down his throat. He looked at An Zhiyue before him with horror.
She was in a wine-red evening gown, elegant and noble, looking like a Fairy descended to the mortal world, yet she possessed such terrifying, crushing strength.
The disparity was clear at a glance!
"Boss! We'll fight alongside you!"
"Boss! We're not leaving! We die together!"
Blood Dragon, Blood Tiger, Blood Wolf, and others roared from the edge of the room, their loyalty shining through their pain. They refused to retreat.
"No! You all leave quickly! That's an order! I'll cover the rear!"
Chu Yun was touched. Tears welled in his red eyes. This brotherhood was the only real thing he had left. He shouted at them desperately.
It was a scene of deep brotherhood, moving enough to make a blockbuster movie.
However.
At this exact moment.
Those mysterious figures wearing [Blood Skull] masks—the ones who had massacred the Ji family—suddenly shouted with perfectly rehearsed timing:
"Yes, Boss! We understand! We'll retreat now to preserve our strength! Please be careful, Boss!"
Whoosh!
With that, these mysterious figures turned and fled instantly. They retreated as quickly as they had arrived, disappearing into the night without a shred of hesitation or loyalty, leaving Chu Yun holding the bag.
They ran faster than rabbits.
"Pfft..."
[Ding! The Child of Destiny, Chu Yun, is so angry he spits blood! Destiny Points plundered: +19,999!]
Seeing this scene—his "loyal" subordinates fleeing while his real brothers were injured—Chu Yun finally couldn't hold it back.
He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Damn it... these bastards..."
At this moment, Chu Yun could confirm with 100% certainty that these mysterious figures wearing [Blood Skull] masks were definitely not his subordinates.
He had only brought a few of his powerful brothers (Blood Dragon, Tiger, Wolf) to Yanxia. He kept a low profile because he knew the power of the Yanxia Special Department.
Furthermore, without his explicit orders, the brothers of the [Blood Skull Mercenary Group] would never take it upon themselves to gun down civilians.
"Wait! Miss An! Someone is framing me!"
"I didn't order this!"
Chu Yun, his face full of anger and blood, tried to explain to An Zhiyue. He looked desperate.
But An Zhiyue did not listen.
Her beautiful face was frosty, her Phoenix eyes sharp as knives, devoid of any pity.
"Framing you?" she scoffed.
"The Blood Skull Mercenary Group has been established for five years. You have committed countless bloody crimes worldwide. You are wanted in seventy-seven countries."
She took another step forward, her aura intensifying.
"In Yanxia alone, according to our intelligence, eight hundred and seventy-three people have died tragically at the hands of the Blood Skull Mercenary Group or organizations affiliated with you."
"And you say someone is framing you?"
An Zhiyue's voice rose, echoing with the authority of the state.
"Asura Demon King, stop your pathetic quibbling!"
"The Ji family has been annihilated in front of hundreds of witnesses. Whatever private grievances you had are now settled in blood. Now..."
She raised her hand, gathering True Qi for a killing blow.
"Surrender and give up resistance!"
"In the name of An Zhiyue, General Instructor of my Yanxia Phoenix Special Forces, I will ensure you receive a fair trial!"
"Otherwise... don't blame me for being merciless in my actions, bringing you to justice right here, and executing you on the spot!"
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