The moment the starlight entered Shangguan Ce's brow, the once-powerful head of the Shangguan family fell straight down from mid-air like a puppet with its strings cut. Han Feng casually waved his hand, and a gentle stellar force supported his body, slowly placing him on the ground.
"Lock him up." Han Feng said to Dongfang Lin and the other man without turning his head, his voice as cold as ice. "Take him to the Shangguan family tomorrow."
Dongfang Lin and Zhang Jingcheng exchanged a glance and bowed simultaneously: "Yes, Star Lord."
At this moment, neither of them had any doubts left. Han Feng's ability to subdue a master of Shangguan Ce's caliber so effortlessly far exceeded their expectations. And that starlight that sealed divine consciousness was an unheard-of technique.
Han Feng checked Shangguan Ce's condition—the old man's breathing was steady as if he were fast asleep, but his consciousness had been completely sealed within the Star Prison. Unless he unlocked it with the power of stars at a specific frequency, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal couldn't revive him.
"Let's go." Han Feng turned and strode towards the Nangong family's residence. "It's time to wrap things up."
The three figures flickered in the moonlight, each step covering a distance of a hundred meters. The night breeze carried a faint smell of blood, which grew stronger and more pungent the closer they got to the Nangong family's residence.
Dongfang Lin's nose twitched twice, his expression changing slightly: "This smell..."
"The Nangong family may have been completely wiped out," Zhang Jingcheng said in a deep voice, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes.
The gates of the Nangong family mansion were wide open, the stone lions before the entrance splattered with blood. The moment they stepped into the courtyard, even the two family heads, seasoned by life and death, couldn't help but gasp in shock—
Dozens of corpses lay scattered across the bluestone ground, mostly members of the Nangong family, with a few elders who had stubbornly resisted. Blood flowed in streams, meandering along the cracks in the ground, gleaming an eerie dark red in the moonlight.
"This..." Zhang Jingcheng's Adam's apple bobbed. Although he had expected it, the overwhelming aura of death still made his stomach spasm.
Dongfang Lin's expression immediately changed. As a family of ancient martial arts practitioners, they were not unfamiliar with bloodshed, but the scene before them—the blood flowing from the cracks in the stone slabs almost forming a stream, and the thick, rusty smell in the air was nauseating—was clearly a massacre.
Han Feng stepped over the threshold without changing his expression, his military boots making a sticky sound as they crunched on the blood. Dozens of corpses lay scattered haphazardly in the courtyard, each with a clean and swift fatal wound—either a thin line down the throat or a gaping hole in the chest, demonstrating the professionalism and efficiency of the executioner.
"Boss!" Iron Tower emerged from the shadows, his combat uniform stained with blood, but a憨厚 (honest and simple) smile on his face. "As you ordered, not a single one was spared."
His gaze swept across the entire scene, lingering on several familiar figures—Dongfang Wantang and her brother, as well as Zhang Jingtian, were all unharmed, only their clothes were stained with some blood.
In the corner, the Dongfang siblings, pale-faced, were clearly still reeling from the carnage. Zhang Jingtian, standing under the eaves, nodded slightly as Han Feng entered.
"Star Lord." The old man's gaze swept over the two people behind Han Feng. "Where is Shangguan Ce?"
"Alive." Han Feng answered briefly, his gaze falling on the center of the courtyard—Nangong Ao slumped in a pool of blood, his magnificent brocade robe soaked in blood, his once arrogant face now twisted beyond recognition.
Hearing the noise, Nangong Ao mechanically turned his head. When he saw that it was Han Feng, a sickly light suddenly flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he crawled over on his hands and feet.
"Young Master Han...!" He grabbed Han Feng's leg, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows, "Spare my life! Everything in the Nangong family is yours! Secret manuals, elixirs, mines... and... and women! I can find you any beauty you want, and... Liu... Liu Mengran, I'll never compete with you again."
"Snap!"
Han Feng kicked Nangong three meters away, breaking three of his ribs in the process. His eyes flashed with a cold light: "You dare mention her?"
Nangong Ao lay curled up on the ground, spitting out blood, yet still unwilling to give up: "I know Miss Liu is your wife! The Nangong family has thirty properties, all of which can be transferred to her name! As long as... as long as..."
Before he could finish speaking, Han Feng kicked him hard in the face, stomping the rest of his words back down his throat.
"Remember that banquet at the Liu family?" Han Feng leaned down, his voice chillingly soft. "You said you'd strip Meng Ran naked in public, that she was pretending to be high and mighty..." His boots tightened, and Nangong Ao's cheekbones cracked under the strain. "From that moment on, you were already dead."
"Spare...my life..." Nangong Ao squeezed out his last plea through gritted teeth, his face streaked with tears mixed with blood.
Han Feng straightened up, starlight swirling at his fingertips: "Your grandfather and clansmen are all gone, how can you live alone?" He flicked his fingers lightly, "I will reunite you all."
\"No--\"
A starlight, like a silver needle, pierced Nangong Ao's brow. The next second, his head exploded like a ripe watermelon. Red and white blood splattered on the surrounding bloodstains, indistinguishable as fresh or old.
Dongfang Wantang turned her face away and gagged. Even the Iron Tower, who was used to seeing life and death, couldn't help but frown—this method was too ruthless.
Han Feng, however, acted as if he had done something insignificant, turning and walking towards the iron tower: "Let Long Yuan handle the aftermath. The Nangong family will be prosecuted for treason!"
The tower nodded and then started making phone calls.
As soon as the tower hung up the communicator, Dongfang Lin stepped forward, cupped his hands, and asked, "Star Lord, when shall we depart for the Shangguan family tomorrow?"
Han Feng stood with his hands behind his back, the moonlight casting a cold, silvery edge on him. He slowly turned his head, his eyes flashing like knives: "We'll set off first thing tomorrow morning." As his few words fell, the surrounding temperature plummeted. "Since the Shangguan family has colluded with the Nangong family, there's no longer any need for them to exist."
The casual tone, as if discussing tomorrow's weather, sent chills down the spines of everyone present. Zhang Jingcheng's whisk trembled unconsciously, and even the seasoned Dongfang Lin held his breath—the ruthless decisiveness displayed by this young star lord was more terrifying than that of those ancient monsters who had cultivated for hundreds of years.
Iron Tower strode back, his combat boots echoing dully on the bluestone slabs: "Report! The Dragon Abyss Special Operations Team will arrive in one hour." The towering man's voice was filled with undisguised excitement, and behind him, the members of the Reverse Scale Squad all had gleaming eyes and still carried the lingering fighting spirit.
Han Feng's gaze swept over these warriors who were experiencing ancient martial arts duels for the first time, and he nodded slightly. The Nangong family emblems that clung to their clothes were gradually turning to ashes in the lingering power of the stars—this was the best baptism, and from then on, these warriors would completely bid farewell to the rules of the mortal world.
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