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“You bastard!” Another furious roar echoed through the air. A terrifying aura surrounded the entire Meng manor. Immediately after, a streak of green light rushed into the sky, and the clouds above began to converge. At that instant, it seemed as if all of the ki in the world had begun gathering toward the Meng manor.

Many clans became nervous. The eight dukes were going to make an appearance again?! The capital likely wouldn\'t be at peace again for quite some time.

Just then, a figure slowly descended while riding on a magic cloud, floating in midair. He was the Minister of Works, one of the Great Zhou Dynasty’s legendary eight dukes. Peak of the grandmaster rank, Meng Jing!

Zu An sized him up. Meng Jing was an elder with white hair but a healthy complexion. He was clearly much older than Meng Yi, but his skin was still very smooth with almost no wrinkles. Apart from his hair being grizzled like an elder\'s, he didn\'t look particularly old at all.

Zu An\'s gaze landed on the magic cloud beneath Meng Jing’s feet.

This old guy isn\'t bad, coming up with this unique way to make an appearance.

The elder’s gaze swept over everything before him with electrifying power. The people of the Meng manor felt a shiver down to their very bones, as if their souls had been seen through.

“Great ancestor!” Meng Chan exclaimed, overjoyed.

After all, the Meng clan’s great ancestor had always been secluded within the Meng clan’s most secret place, never showing himself. There were outsiders who had even suspected that he had already died. Only the Meng clan’s people knew that he had been alive all this time, and it was just that he had been more concerned with making further improvements in his cultivation and becoming an earth immortal. He had no interest in anything else. In dozens of years, the Meng clan had asked Meng Jing to help them eliminate some powerful enemies several times, and yet he had never responded to any of those requests. As time went on, they had become used to settling ordinary matters on their own, no longer holding out any hope for his assistance.

Previously, Meng Chan had merely called out while at the end of her rope. She hadn’t had much hope, but to her surprise, he had really responded!

When he saw the tears on her face and saw how she was trying to say something through her sobs, Meng Jing raised his hand and said, “There is no need to say any more. I already know.”

Meng Chan thought to herself, Great ancestor is great ancestor after all… Nothing that happens in this manor escapes him.

Even so, if he already knew, why didn’t he do anything earlier?

Could it be that it\'s as the rumors say, that these individuals usually remain as dormant as possible? That every time they make an appearance, it\'s at the cost of their limited lifespans?

Meng Jing looked at Zu An and said, “That power you displayed, that left the manor’s followers too frightened to attack you, should be a certain sort of domain. From the looks of it, you are probably also a grandmaster. No wonder Meng Yi, that disappointing fellow, was defeated so bitterly. Are you at the wisdom, ascension, or fate mortal soul stage?”

These were the three great cultivation stages of the grandmaster rank. Those at the wisdom mortal soul cultivated the point between their brows. They could produce a domain to help them in combat, which was also the fundamental difference between masters and grandmasters. Meanwhile, the ascension mortal soul was when the yin spirit could be cultivated and sent outside the body. The fate mortal soul was when one could cultivate a fate soul, thus allowing the yin spirit to no longer fear the blazing sun. It would be able to move about freely even during daylight. Those at the fate soul stage would only be a step away from the earth immortal rank.

Meng Jing himself was at the pinnacle of the fate mortal soul stage. He had never expected the Meng clan to suffer so greatly; in fact, no one had. According to the intelligence they\'d collected, this youngster should have only cultivated for three years! Who could have anticipated that in just three short years, this brat could go from someone without a shred of cultivation all the way up to grandmaster rank?

Forget about the past hundreds of thousands of years, even in all of human history, there had never been someone like that before! So that mistake in judgment couldn\'t be blamed on Meng Yi and the others.

Zu An replied calmly, “What, you’ll only be brave enough to try me after testing me out first?”

Meng Jing roared with laughter when he heard that, the sound echoing through the entire capital and making every single house shake. He said, “You damn brat, you do have some skill. You managed to reach the grandmaster rank at such a young age, so a bit of bragging is understandable. Unfortunately, your foundation is still too shallow. You cannot fathom the depths of a great clan like ours. At the same time, you do not understand the terror of experienced veteran grandmasters such as us.”

After saying that, his eyes suddenly shone with a hint of strange radiance.

At the same time, King Dai\'s eyes also shone with a similar light. His face no longer held the same cowardly and timid expression; instead, it looked a bit more like Meng Jing\'s. He suddenly formed a claw with one hand and attacked Zu An’s dantian. His other hand attacked Zu An’s neck vital. In that instant, the power his body erupted with was actually extremely vast and terrifying!

Meng Chan\'s eyes widened. Why had her husband suddenly become so unfamiliar?

Why did I not know that he had such ability?

When someone suddenly ambushed him at such a close distance with the power of a grandmaster, Zu An had no choice but to loosen his grip on Meng Chan’s shoulder. She felt as if she had just received a great reprieve and quickly ran forward for her life. She immediately moved behind her great ancestor. Then, she gave the other side a glance, her eyes wide.

The battle already ended?

King Dai screamed miserably. It turned out that his arms had already been snapped, and his entire body had been restrained by Zu An again. Meanwhile, his expression had returned to normal.

Zu An gave Meng Jing a surprised look and asked, “Was that the yin spirit of the fate mortal soul that was attached to him? Interesting.”

The yin spirit of a grandmaster at the fate mortal soul could move freely without fearing the power of the sun. That was why it could attach to any vessel and achieve results such as allowing a flying sword to behead an enemy thousands of miles away. Apart from that, however, a yin spirit could only be temporarily attached to another person. Just now, Meng Jing had suddenly attached himself to King Dai’s body to try and ambush Zu An.

Zu An couldn\'t help but become a bit jealous. After his own cultivation was completely changed by the combination of the Kun Peng and Heaven Devouring Sutra through the Keyboard System, the way his strength increased was greatly different compared to other cultivators. He was clearly not weak, but he couldn\'t do such tricks.

Meng Chan was the wife of a prince and also came from an influential clan, so she had heard a bit about such a thing. She suddenly felt a chill.

Did the great ancestor secretly attach his yin spirit to my husband? Oh no, just the thought alone is terrifying…

However, she quickly calmed herself down. There was quite a significant difference in personalities when the yin spirit attached itself to the original person. Perhaps other ignorant spouses wouldn’t be able to tell, but she believed herself to be quite sharp. How could she be duped like that?

Meng Jing also looked at Zu An in surprise. He said, “I didn’t expect your reaction to be so quick, or your close quarters prowess to be so strong.”

Even though the power of his target would be far beneath his own, it would at least have thirty percent of his power. If a grandmaster without ample experience were ambushed under those circumstances, they would likely be seriously injured.

He didn’t wait for Zu An to respond and shouted coldly, “Fine. Seeing as you have a bit of skill, I’ll give you a chance to live. Let King Dai go, and cut off your own arms. Kowtow for forgiveness from the Meng clan, with a number of kowtows equivalent to the number of people you killed. From then on, you will become a slave of the Meng clan. This old one can then spare you from death.”

“What if I don’t let him go?” Zu An replied with a chuckle. He reached out and raised King Dai by the head.

Meng Jing’s expression changed. Not even he had confidence in saving King Dai in this kind of situation. He said, “Make no mistake, if you kill him, there will be no way out for you.”

“Stop!” Meng Chan cried out in alarm and quickly said to Zu An, “He harmed the Qin clan and Murong clan’s people so badly, and he even schemed against you like that! If you kill him just like that, wouldn’t you be letting him go too easily?”

Even though she had never seen Zu An, from the moment they first met, she had immediately realized that the intelligence surrounding this man was wrong to an absurd degree. He was practically the most daring person in this world! What wouldn’t he dare to do in this world? If great ancestor scared him like this, not only would it not be of any use in persuading him, it could very well immediately push him into unleashing another massacre!

When he heard what she said, Zu An stopped partway through preparing to squeeze with his hand. He nodded, saying, “What you said is somewhat reasonable. Letting him die just like this would be letting him off too easily.”

After saying that, he raised a leg and kicked out. With a crack, King Dai’s legs were completely shattered, to the point that they couldn\'t even be recovered. Then, he reached out a hand and tore straight through King Dai’s dantian. Now, King Dai had become a cripple without any cultivation.

“I’ll let you have a taste of the Qin clan’s suffering then," Zu An said.

“Ah… Ah…” King Dai squealed like a slaughtered pig again and again. Eventually, his face contorted into a vile expression, and he cried out, “Meng Chan, you vile woman! You’re borrowing the hand of another to torture me? Were you hoping for me to die as soon as possible because you already found another man a long time ago?! You…”

A barrage of terrible verbal abuse followed. If it were written here, it would be censored by the Chinese internet.

King Dai was filled with hatred. He didn’t dare to curse Zu An, so he vented all of his resentment onto Meng Chan.

Meng Chan’s pretty face turned pale. She opened her mouth, but she didn’t know what to say. She had various reasons, but how could she say them in front of this slaughtering demon Zu An?

“Quit the bullshitting,” Zu An said, smacking King Dai in the face. “She only said that to try and save your life. She had good intentions.”

Even so, it had just happened to fall in line with his goals. Killing King Dai did seem to be going too easy on this brat.

King Dai was stunned. The instant he looked at his wife, he was both vexed and embarrassed.

However, Meng Chan didn’t even give him a single look. In that instant, she had actually felt a strange sense of understanding from that murderous demon.

Just how long have we even known each other?

“You’re courting death!” Meng Jing yelled; he was now now truly angered. This brat had actually completely ignored his presence from the start!

You have successfully trolled Meng Jing for +888 +888 +888…

A special domain spread outward in all directions. The air around Meng Jing seemed to become a bit more viscous. He said, “You damn brat, I admit that you have some skill and you are fast. However, these advantages of yours are nothing in front of this old one!”

Meng Chan’s expression changed. She felt as if a mountain had begun pressing down on her body. She could no longer hold on and fell straight on her bottom. Even so, her entire body was soaked in sweat. She could only grit her teeth and hold on like that.

King Dai was in an even worse state. He was already lying flat on the ground. His bones began to crack, and his miserable screams became even louder.

However, Zu An stood in place, completely calm.

“You’re just pretending to be calm,” Meng Jing said with a sneer. “This is this old one’s special domain. Every single action you make in this space will be ten times harder. Your speed, your ki circulation, and the power of your attacks will be reduced to only a tenth of their usual limits. What can you still bring out to fight against me?”

Victory and defeat between true experts was often decided by a minute difference. Those at the very top already had absolute control over all of their own abilities and attacks. However, under such a huge change in gravity, the effects on those same powerful individuals would be equally great, as fighting would become completely different from what they were used to. That little bit of difference between two cultivators of similar ranks was already enough for one to die hundreds of times over.

“Is that so?” Zu An replied, raising a hand. A golden streak of sword ki shot out. It was so fast that there was no time to react at all. It pierced straight through Meng Jing\'s throat.

“What?!” Meng Chan exclaimed, her beautiful eyes widening. Just a moment before, the shock of seeing her father instantly slaughtered had already been great enough. However, not even the sight of seeing her uncles being killed one after another by Zu An was enough to match the shock she felt right now.

One of the Great Zhou Dynasty’s eight dukes and one of the world’s most powerful experts, the Meng clan’s guardian, had died just like that?