Ye Ran looked at Zhuge Lang coldly.

He then shook his head and said calmly:

"No, it's not that you're wrong, it's that I'm wrong..."

"I should never have believed in bloodlines in the first place, and I should never have passed on my abilities to you..."

Ye Ran sighed.

"Back then, I felt it would be a pity not to pass on my skills. I thought that after I was gone, the Dragon Kingdom would still need a group of fighters like me to guard the borders..."

As Ye Ran spoke, his eyes fixed on her, Zhuge Lang said with exasperation:

"I once thought that as long as the sons of my Zhuge family have undergone the training of the ancestral temple generation after generation, even if they cannot reach the utmost sincerity of our generation, they should still be the true backbone of the Dragon Kingdom!"

"But now, tell me, what exactly is going on?"

Ye Ran looked at Zhuge Lang coldly, his tone chilling.

The chilling aura rendered Zhuge Lang speechless, and even made it difficult for him to breathe.

"What? Speechless now? Where's your arrogance from before?" Ye Ran reprimanded Zhuge Lang.

"The skills I left you, the bloodline I passed down to you, were they meant for you to raise your swords and slaughter your own compatriots? Were they meant for you to regard our fellow countrymen as worthless weeds?"

Ye Ran's rebuke was filled with the power of anger, and even more so with the power of Zhuge Shan.

Every word struck Zhuge Lang's heart like a hammer blow.

Having lost his power, he was struck by this single sentence.

The shock caused him to fly backward.

It slammed solidly into the ground three or four times.

Only then did he manage to stop the force of his body's upward movement...

After landing, Zhuge Lang didn't even care about the wrinkles on his body.

He hurriedly rolled over and knelt on the ground again...

Looking at Zhuge Lang's timid and hesitant demeanor, Ye Ran shook his head and said:

"Back when we old folks wanted to pass on our bloodline, that person stopped us..."

"He once told us that if we did that, the Dragon Kingdom would collapse again within a thousand years, and all our efforts would be in vain..."

“Back then, we didn’t believe what that person said, but the legacy was still passed down.”

"And so, in less than five generations... it's already like this??"

As Ye Ran spoke, his tone suddenly turned somewhat desolate. He looked up at a certain direction in the sky and sighed, saying:

"Damn it, that bastard was right again..."

As Ye Ran spoke, a tear welled up in the corner of her eye, seemingly out of nowhere.

Then Ye Ran shook his head.

His gaze toward Zhuge Lang became somewhat resolute.

He strode towards Zhuge Lang.

"Ancestor... Ancestor... What are you going to do???"

Zhuge Liang looked at the menacing Ye Ran.

A look of terror flashed in his eyes.

Before he could even stand up, he hurriedly backed away, dragging himself along the ground with both hands.

"What are you doing?" Ye Ran repeated.

"Naturally, it's about making up for the mistakes I've made..."

Then Ye Ran extended his palm.

It was slapped onto Zhuge Lang's forehead.

A white light flashed in Ye Ran's hand.

At this moment,

Zhuge Lang completely lost his self-awareness.

White light flashed from his seven orifices.

The white energy kept surging towards Ye Ran's hand.

In an instant,

Zhuge Lang's skin visibly withered and wrinkled...

A moment later, Zhuge Lang had completely transformed into a frail and elderly man.

Staring wide-eyed at Ye Ran in disbelief,

He then fell heavily to the ground.

It has completely lost its breath...

"Grandpa...Grandpa...Grandpa...Heh...Heh..."

The Zhuge disciple standing to the side, whose limbs had been broken by Ye Ran and who could no longer utter a normal sound from his Adam's apple...

Watching his grandfather fall to the ground and die,

His eyes were filled with terror.

Ye Ran stared at him coldly:

"My power is not for you to use to disregard the lives of the people of the Dragon Kingdom. Since you cannot uphold the ancestral precepts I gave you, then the Zhuge family has no reason to exist..."

Then Ye Ran stretched out his arm and pointed to the sky.

In an instant, a white beam of light shot into the sky.

The twelve imperial guards behind Ye Ran

They stood in a highly regular pattern on the white pillar of light, forming a huge magic circle around them.

After the formation was completed,

The descendant of Zhuge Liang lying on the ground completely lost consciousness.

At this moment, his seven orifices were flashing white light.

The phantom within his body kept surging towards the white pillar of light...

Not only that,

As this formation continues to operate

Countless white phantoms began to surge towards the white pillar of light from all directions.

At this moment,

All members of the Zhuge clan worldwide discovered with horror that

The power of his bloodline was still declining.

The white phantom that he had created also lost contact with him at that moment.

It flew directly out of his body...

In an instant,

White phantoms flying in from all over the world

This caused the white beam of light to expand a hundredfold.

Its aura was terrifying.

The entire world began to tremble, and space itself began to shatter.

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