radicalducati Chapter 131 Frenzied Obstruction
Chapter 131 Frenzied Obstruction
"Get out of the way," Nie Lingfeng said, his voice cold, like an icicle in the dead of winter.
"This road is blocked." The oldest clan elder spoke slowly, his voice hoarse like two rough stones rubbing against each other. "The ancestral land of the Wang family is off-limits to outsiders. Take another step forward... and you will be killed without mercy."
"I'm not here for a visit," Nie Lingfeng said, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "I'm here... for demolition. To tear down this rotten, stinking old house of your Wang family."
"Then let's step over our corpses," another elder chimed in, his tone as calm as if he were stating, "The weather's nice today."
"Alright." Nie Lingfeng nodded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "That's exactly what I was thinking."
He moved.
No more probing, no more holding back.
The Qi of Threefold Return to Origin is fully activated!
"Buzz—!"
The three-colored vortex around him, which had been contained, suddenly surged! Azure, white, and blue light shot into the sky, weaving behind him into a dazzling yet eerie light pattern! The light was no longer as dazzling as before; instead, it was somewhat restrained and profound, but the pressure it emitted was several times stronger than before!
His figure moved like lightning, taking a single step and leaving a faint afterimage in his wake. His true form had already appeared in front of the oldest clan elder at the head of the group! He clenched his right fist, three-colored light flowing across it, and unleashed a punch!
Threefold Return to Origin Qi - Initial Form - Return to Origin!
This punch, seemingly slow, was actually as fast as lightning. Wherever the fist passed, the air was compressed and distorted, emitting a sharp, explosive sound! The layer of hazy, chaotic light on the fist seemed capable of devouring everything; even light itself bent and dimmed before the fist's edge!
The oldest clan elder's eyes narrowed, and he dared not meet the attack head-on, retreating hastily! He retreated extremely fast, like a drifting leaf, but Nie Lingfeng's fist was even faster, following him like a shadow!
Just as the fist was about to strike his chest, the elder suddenly let out a low shout and formed a strange hand seal in front of his chest! The "qi" around him instantly became cold and viscous, and a blurry, distorted ghostly figure appeared behind him!
"The Royal Family's Secret Technique: Ghost Possession!"
"Ugh—!"
The ghostly figure let out a mournful howl, like the weeping of countless wronged souls! The sound pierced the soul, and even the Wang family disciples watching from afar felt dizzy and their vision went black.
The ghostly figure lunged at Nie Lingfeng, freezing the air, distorting the light, and even swallowing up sound, leaving behind a deathly silent vacuum!
"A mere trick." Nie Lingfeng sneered, and with a wave of his left hand, the palm wind of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm transformed into a white, flexible cloud wall, blocking in front of him!
"laugh--!"
The ghostly figure crashed into the cloud wall, producing a piercing scraping sound! The cloud wall trembled violently, but it managed to block the ghostly figure's impact! At the same time, Nie Lingfeng's right fist continued its momentum, but the chaotic light on his fist tip slightly shifted, transforming into a gentle force that, like flowing water, bypassed the ghostly figure's entanglement and continued to strike the elder's chest!
"What?!" The elder's face changed drastically. He tried to retreat, but it was too late!
He could only grit his teeth, cross his arms in front of his chest, and his "qi" surged wildly, condensing into a dark shield in front of him!
"Bang--!!!"
Fist and shield collide!
There was no earth-shattering noise, only a dull "plop" sound, like a heavy object falling into water.
Then, the dark shield shattered like paper! The fist slammed into the elder's crossed arms!
"Snap! Snap!"
A clear cracking sound rang out!
The elder grunted, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string. In mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood—not bright red, but a dark red tinged with black, like fragments of internal organs. He crashed into a pillar of the archway, then slid to the ground, his arms hanging limply, clearly broken. He struggled to get up, but the moment he moved, another mouthful of blood spurted out, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
One punch.
With just one punch, the most senior and most powerful elder of the Wang family was seriously injured and fell into a coma.
But because of this delay, the other six clan elders also made their move.
"Divine Path: Thousand Kills with Ink Blade!"
A clan elder shouted, his hands forming a fist, and dozens of ink-black throwing knives materialized out of thin air! The knives were as thin as cicada wings and as sharp as real blades, tracing strange arcs in the air as they shot towards Nie Lingfeng from all directions!
"The Royal Family's Secret Technique: Ghost Shadow Step!"
Another elder's figure flickered, transforming into three afterimages. His true form was hidden among the afterimages, moving around Nie Lingfeng like a ghost. He had somehow acquired a pair of pitch-black daggers in his hands, the blades of which glowed with a ghostly green light—clearly, they were coated with a deadly poison!
"Blood Sacrifice - Burning Life Slash!"
The third elder was even more ruthless. He bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence onto the longsword in his hand! The blade instantly turned blood red, radiating a scorching and violent aura! He roared and unleashed a slash, the blade energy transforming into a blood-red streak that tore through the air, aiming straight for Nie Lingfeng's head! This strike burned his life essence and lifespan, its power enough to kill an expert of the same level, but the price was that he would lose at least ten years of his lifespan!
The remaining three elders, some using secret techniques, some burning their life essence, and others coordinating their attacks, unleashed seven or eight unique skills and seven or eight offensive attacks, forming a net that enveloped Nie Lingfeng! Their coordination was extremely tacit, and their attack angles were tricky, sealing off all of Nie Lingfeng's space to dodge, forcing him to take the hits head-on!
"Well done!"
Nie Lingfeng's eyes flashed with a sharp light; far from being afraid, his fighting spirit was boiling!
With the Threefold Returning to Origin Qi operating at full power, the three essences of wind, cloud, and frost frantically merged, collided, and sublimated within his body! His figure moved like the wind, weaving through the overwhelming attacks; his palm winds were like clouds, deflecting one deadly attack after another; his fist force was like frost, freezing any approaching threat!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A series of deafening collisions echoed through the night sky! Ink-black throwing knives were shattered by the palm strikes, ghostly daggers were frozen by the chilling air, and crimson blade energy was forcefully countered by fist strikes! Nie Lingfeng, like a war god, stood firm against the siege of the seven clan elders, growing stronger with each battle!
However, the seven elders were no ordinary fighters; they were well-coordinated and experienced. They didn't aim for a fatal blow, but rather to entangle Nie Lingfeng, deplete his strength, and find an opening.
For a while, Nie Lingfeng was indeed entangled.
"That's it... hold him off... hold him off..." Wang Ai looked at the battlefield, at the gray-haired youth who was charging left and right in the siege but could not break through the encirclement, a crazy glint flashing in his eyes. He took out his old flip phone again and glanced at the time.
The screen displays: 00:47.
"Hurry...hurry up..." he muttered to himself, his fingers turning white from the force, almost crushing the phone.
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Direction towards the ancestral hall.
A figure slowly emerged from the innermost side hall of the ancestral hall.
He was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, dressed in a simple white tracksuit and sneakers. He had short, neat hair, delicate features, gentle eyes, and a faint, warm smile on his lips. He walked slowly, even leisurely, as if strolling in his own backyard, enjoying the tranquility of the night.
But strangely, wherever he went, the Wang family women and children who were hiding in the houses, secretly observing the battlefield through cracks in doors and windows, instinctively held their breath, lowered their heads, and dared not look at him. Even the Wang family members who were lying on the ground groaning from their injuries, when they saw him coming, endured their pain, shut their mouths, and their eyes revealed a light that was a mixture of awe, fear, and...hope.
He walked to the foot of the archway, stopped in front of Wang Ai, bowed slightly, and performed a standard junior's greeting:
"Grandpa, I'm here."
The voice was gentle and clear, like a mountain stream or a breeze in the forest, instantly making one feel good.
Wang Ai raised her head and looked at the young man with an extremely complex expression.
There is a sense of satisfaction—this is a once-in-a-century genius in the Wang family, his most prized work, and the hope for the future of the Wang family.
He felt reluctant to part with the child—he had raised this child from a young age, pouring countless efforts into him and loving him like his own grandson.
Guilt—after tonight, this child's life will be completely changed, burdened with unimaginable weight and… a curse.
But more than that, it was resolute.
It's the kind of resolute determination that allows one to sacrifice everything, including what they cherish most, for the sake of family continuity.
"Feng'er," Wang Ai spoke slowly, her voice soft, almost like a sigh, but every word clearly reached Wang Feng's ears, "Look."
He pointed to the battlefield.
This refers to the clan elders who are still desperately trying to stop Nie Lingfeng—three of them have already collapsed from serious injuries, and the remaining four are also covered in wounds and weak, but they are still holding on with all their might.
It refers to the tribesmen lying on the ground wailing—the bluestone road was covered with people, and blood flowed into streams, gleaming eerily dark red under the moonlight.
It refers to the women and children hiding in the houses, trembling with fear—they peer through the cracks in the doors and windows, looking out with terrified and desperate eyes, like lambs to the slaughter.
"The Wang family," Wang Ai paused, her voice carrying a deep, mournful tone, as if from the depths of a grave, "is finished."
Wang Feng remained silent.
The smile on his face faded slightly, but it didn't disappear completely. He quietly watched the battlefield, the clan elders fighting valiantly, the wailing clansmen, and the gray-haired youth who remained fierce as a tiger even amidst the siege.
His eyes were calm, so calm it was almost... eerie.
There was no anger, no sadness, no fear, not even surprise.
It's like watching a play that has nothing to do with me.
"But the Wang family cannot be extinguished." Wang Ai stared at him, speaking each word as if giving his last words, as if making a final entrustment. "You are the last spark of the Wang family, your grandfather's... most prized creation. Your grandfather gave you everything—the Wang family's legacy, the Wang family's foundation, the Wang family's hope, and... the Wang family's sins."
He paused, and for the first time, his voice revealed an almost pleading tone:
"You... must carry the Wang family to life. No matter the cost, no matter what you become, you must... live on."
Wang Feng took a deep breath and nodded slowly.
The movements were light, but firm.
"Grandson understands."
"Okay...okay..." Wang Ai smiled, but the smile was bitter, as if she had swallowed a whole bitter herb, the bitterness reaching her heart and the depths of her soul. But in the smile, there was also a trace of relief, a trace of liberation.
He slowly stood up, bent down, picked up the dragon-headed cane from the ground, held it with both hands, and closed his eyes.
It was like performing some ancient, solemn ceremony.
"To the ancestors of the Wang family..."
His voice suddenly rose, becoming loud, solemn, and filled with an eerie rhythm, like chanting an ancient eulogy:
"The unworthy descendant Wang Ai has led the Wang family for sixty years, working diligently and conscientiously, never daring to fail the trust placed in him by his ancestors. But today, the Wang family has suffered a great calamity, with a powerful enemy pressing in, the clansmen almost all dead or wounded, and the ancestral property in imminent danger..."
His voice began to tremble, but he continued:
"Knowing that her sins were grave and she was powerless to reverse the situation, Wang Ai could only offer her own lifeblood and lifespan as a sacrifice, using the Wang family bloodline as a catalyst..."
He suddenly opened his eyes!
In those cloudy old eyes, a blood-red light suddenly surged! This wasn't a metaphor; a real crimson light burst forth from the depths of his pupils, like two blood-red lanterns burning in the darkness!
"Unseal the Divine Array—the Final Seal!"
He practically roared out the last five words, his voice shrill and piercing like a ghost's wail, echoing throughout the night sky!
"boom--!!!"