The worst thing is...

He took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, to finally turn his most terrifying guess into a cruel reality, and reported in a low voice:

"But Ancestor Wu Hui has completely disappeared from the scene since yesterday!"

"We've also lost contact with all the people we sent to secretly meet and observe; they've disappeared without a trace, neither alive nor dead..."

Sun Yu's voice eventually faded into an even heavier silence.

"Tap!"

Sun Neng tapped his fingers and then suddenly stopped.

The entire hall fell into an absolute, chilling silence.

The sudden stop of the "thud" sound was like an invisible hammer that slammed into Sun Yu's heart.

He shuddered violently, as if his throat had been choked, and the rest of his words were stuck in his chest, making it difficult to even breathe.

Inside the main hall, a deathly silence, like a frozen abyss, swallowed the last flickering light of the lamps.

Sun Neng's gaze, which had been fixed in the void, finally moved slowly, inch by inch, and landed on his son below, whose face was as pale as paper.

Those eyes were deep, cold, and devoid of any warmth, like two bottomless pools of ice. The moment Sun Yu made contact with them, he couldn't help but shiver, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He had never seen his father's eyes look so terrifying; there was no anger, no sadness, only an almost indifferent calm that chilled him to the bone.

An extreme stillness and oppression before a storm.

"Oh……"

A very soft, faint sound, seemingly both self-mockery and a sigh, escaped from Sun Neng's tightly pursed lips.

In this absolutely quiet environment, the soft chuckle was like a thunderclap, clearly reaching Sun Yu's ears.

Sun Neng leaned back slightly against the cold mahogany chair. He slowly raised his hand and gently rubbed his tightly furrowed brow with his knuckles.

The movement was slow and heavy, carrying an indescribable weariness, yet it contained a terrifying power about to erupt.

"Neither alive nor dead could they be found..."

He repeated Sun Yu's last words in a low voice, hoarse, like rusty iron rubbing against each other, each word carrying a chilling coldness.

"It seems it's true."

Sun Neng's voice was very soft, but it was like a boulder thrown into a stagnant pool, stirring up huge waves in Sun Yu's heart.

“Father…” Sun Yu’s voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief and despair, “Ancestor Wu Hui… he really…”

"Dead."

Sun was able to give him the cruelest and most unacceptable answer, his tone eerily calm.

There were no questions, no speculations, only cold, hard statements.

It's as if it's talking about something perfectly ordinary, like, "It's getting dark, time to turn off the lights."

But these two words contain a power that could shake the entire Sun family and even the entire capital city to its core!

A Great Sage Realm expert!

That is the pillar of the Sun family, the source of their confidence in standing at the top of the capital!

Now, just like that... it's gone?

He was killed by Qin Yang, an unknown figure who, not long ago, was just a nobody they could manipulate at will.

Sun Yu felt his mind go blank, the world spinning around him, and a huge sense of fear and absurdity overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

How is this possible?!

That's Sun Wuhui! The unruly and domineering Great Sage Ancestor!

How could he have died at the hands of a mere young boy?

There must be something wrong with this!

It must be!

"No...it's impossible, Father!" Sun Yu suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot and red. He desperately tried to explain, as if grasping at the last straw:

"That Qin Yang! Who does he think he is? He just got lucky and had a lucky encounter!"

"What kind of person is Ancestor Wu Hui? How could he possibly be defeated by him!"

"He must have used some underhanded and cunning methods! Yes! That must be it!"

Sun Yu's voice grew increasingly agitated and shrill, as if only in this way could he convince himself and dispel the deep-seated fear within him.

"It must have been a sneak attack! Or poisoning! They used some underhanded tricks!"

He gritted his teeth, his facial muscles contorted with extreme anger and hatred, making him appear somewhat ferocious.

"That bastard! Not only did he kill Ancestor Wu Hui, but before... before he even dared to lay a hand on me!"

Upon hearing this, a deep-seated hatred instantly ignited in Sun Yu's eyes.

That humiliation in Haicheng, where Qin Yang picked him up like a chicken and beat him until his face was bruised and swollen, like a pig's head, is a stain he can never wash away in his life!

He originally thought that once the Regretless Ancestor made a move, Qin Yang would be crushed like an ant, and the humiliation he suffered would be repaid a hundredfold or a thousandfold!

But now...

Reality, however, gave him a resounding slap in the face!

Qin Yang is not only alive and well, but he has also turned the tables and killed the ancestor whom the Sun family was so proud of!

This is an absolute disgrace!

“Father! We can’t just let this go!” Sun Yu’s voice was hoarse with emotion. He stepped forward, almost pleading, yet with a hint of hysterical madness:

"We must avenge Ancestor Wu Hui! We must tear Qin Yang to pieces! We must make him wish he were dead!"

"I cannot quell my hatred or appease the wrath of the Sun family until I have reduced him to ashes!"

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood, but he was completely unaware of it.

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