266: Will start

The vulgarities echoing in the field enraged all the Ming Clan members except Ming Ya.

But Ming Ya wasn't angry at all; his expression remained normal.

He glanced around, and seeing something, he said, "The ones who allowed Xiao Linger to cause widespread destruction and self-detonate in my Ming Clan last time, that was you, wasn't it?

Or rather, the people behind you?"

When Ming Ya finished speaking, there was a moment of silence in the field.

The incredibly noisy voices fell silent for a moment.

However, they soon returned to normal.

"What Xiao Linger? Are you talking about that crazy woman from the Xiao Clan?

We've heard of her, but we're not familiar with her."

"As for what 'people behind us' means, we completely don't understand what you're saying."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get out here and surrender, ready to be slaughtered!"

"Otherwise, do you want to test the sharpness of my treasured blade?"

Ming Ya shook his head with a chuckle, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, and it doesn't matter if you're pretending.

The key is…"

"I found you!"

Ming Ya suddenly let out a low shout and instantly vanished from his original spot.

"Ah!"

Screams echoed all around.

"Ming Ya, what do you mean by this? Are you sure you want to be enemies with the Three Clans?"

A burly man lay at Ming Ya's feet, with scattered limbs and severed arms all around.

The burly man tried to get up but couldn't. He gritted his teeth and reluctantly said, "Fine, fine, I won't make you come out.

But your old mother and wife, I really want them, I can't return them to you.

Just think, at such an old age, with two legs tightly clamped around your body, how comfortable that feeling must be.

Let's both take a step back!"

Ming Ya didn't even look at him, stomping his foot towards the burly man's head.

Under the threat of death, the burly man finally cowered and shouted, "Alright, alright, I don't want your wife or your old mother either…"

The burly man's words did not make Ming Ya pause for a second. He stomped fiercely on his head.

His head immediately exploded into a bloody mess, with red and white matter splattering everywhere.

Ming Ya glanced at his feet, somewhat disdainfully, "Just this much?"

After saying that, Ming Ya turned and vanished from his spot.

After a while, a figure appeared in the field, fine sweat beading on his forehead, his legs weak.

Looking at the scene before him, he murmured with trembling lips, "How can this be… so strong?"

Then, his expression changed drastically, as if he realized something, "Not good!"

He immediately used all his strength, wanting to escape from this place quickly.

However, it was too late.

A playful voice sounded in the field, "It seems you are the one behind them!"

"Hmm, let me see, Piming Realm Ninth Level, you must have just broken through not long ago.

You're still quite a bit weaker than I was before, but it's not bad."

The figure quickly looked around, but couldn't find the source of the voice at all.

Suddenly, the figure realized that a hand had been placed on his shoulder.

After reacting, the figure immediately gathered strength and threw a punch, launching a counterattack against the opponent.

Unfortunately, this punch was caught firmly by the opponent with one hand, without a single trace of power leaking out.

At this moment, the hand that had thrown the punch was firmly grasped by the opponent, and he couldn't pull it out no matter what.

And his strength, it seemed to be locked, no matter how much he exerted, the opponent remained completely still.

Ming Ya held the figure's hand and asked, "You schemed against me once, how should I address you?"

Seeing that he couldn't break free, the figure could only say helplessly, "Your grandpa Chen Er it is!"

Chen Er?

Ming Ya raised an eyebrow; there was no such surname among the Eight Clans.

Looking at Chen Er, he made some guesses, "Your surname is not from the Eight Clans, but you have the bloodline of the Xiao Clan. According to the Xiao Clan's classification, you've reached a six-star level.

It seems you are an illegitimate child left outside by a certain Xiao Clan Pi Ming Realm expert.

Indeed, they only allow those with weaker bloodlines to marry outside; stronger bloodlines marrying outside would be considered a disgrace.

It's normal for them not to publicly acknowledge you."

Seeing Chen Er's face grow uglier with each word, Ming Ya immediately realized he had guessed correctly.

As for the opponent's cultivation, it's not that strong individuals can't be born outside; they just don't have the innate bloodline abilities of the Eight Clans.

But many exceptionally talented individuals are also capable of cultivating to the peak.

Just like the ancestors of their Eight Clans, they didn't have ancestral bloodlines at first but achieved the Ancestor Realm through their own efforts.

It's just that having a bloodline makes it a bit easier than for ordinary people.

Originally, Ming Ya was prepared to kill the opponent.

After all, it was because of Chen Er that Ming Ya had to act hastily and ahead of schedule.

This greatly affected Ming Ya's plan to absorb the bloodlines of the Eight Clans.

But now, with his strength increased, his state of mind naturally improved as well.

His vision also broadened, so Ming Ya now had a slight idea of trying to subdue the opponent.

However, before Ming Ya could speak, Chen Er immediately pledged his loyalty, "Sir, as long as you spare me, I'm willing to do anything.

I can be your dog, woof woof woof, I'm willing to be anything."

At these words, Ming Ya glanced at Chen Er and instantly extinguished the thought of subduing him.

It wasn't because the opponent had no dignity or bottom line; that wasn't a big deal.

What is dignity?

Ming Ya himself didn't value dignity or bottom lines.

What truly made Ming Ya abandon the idea was how readily Chen Er spoke.

Not only that, Ming Ya saw a hint of calmness in his eyes, giving Ming Ya a feeling that he was calculating something.

The current moment was also crucial; keeping him around might be a hindrance, or even cause trouble.

Anyway, with his current strength, he didn't lack this one combatant.

Once he broke through to the Ancestor Realm, this Chen Er would be even more useless.

Ming Ya thought about it; having a ticking time bomb by his side was never good.

Since that was the case, it would be better to just get rid of him.

Ming Ya also had no interest in asking about the opponent's plans and arrangements.

Looking at the opponent, Ming Ya didn't want to believe, dared not believe, and wouldn't believe anything he said.

To force such a powerful expert to speak the truth was too difficult.

Even if he submitted, it might only be superficial submission, not genuine.

So, there was no need to ask.

Anyway, once this leader died, all his schemes would naturally vanish into thin air.

This was the confidence that strength brought to Ming Ya, fearing no conspiracies or calculations.

So Ming Ya, holding Chen Er's hand, plunged his fingers fiercely into Chen Er's flesh.

Immediately, Chen Er's entire body rapidly shriveled, and countless purple lights surged from his whole body, flowing through that hand towards Ming Ya.

Chen Er screamed in agony, "Ah, stop, stop!"

However, not only did Ming Ya not stop, but his grip grew stronger, and Chen Er's screams became fainter and fainter.

Chen Er's voice changed from screams to pleas for mercy, and finally to angry curses.

Ming Ya's strength was not what it used to be; the speed of extraction, separation, and absorption was also much faster.

In a short while, Chen Er turned into a dried corpse.

Ming Ya casually tossed him onto the ground, not even glancing at him.

Instead, he turned to the scattered limbs and severed arms, absorbing their bloodline energy until nothing remained.

After ensuring nothing was left, he vanished from the field.

After an unknown amount of time, under the starlight.

The scattered limbs and Chen Er's dried corpse slowly melted away.

They turned into puddles of black liquid of varying sizes, gathering towards the largest one.

When all the black liquid merged into one puddle, the black liquid gradually spread upwards.

The surface slowly took on a human form, and the facial features became clear.

Soon, this process was completely finished.

The figure formed by the black liquid was precisely Chen Er, who had been killed by Ming Ya earlier.

Chen Er looked in the direction Ming Ya had left, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.