Han Feng smiled slightly: "Not bad, you have some discernment, recognizing that this is the Great Dao Realm."
"Thump!" Shangguan Ce finally broke down completely, kneeling on the ground: "Star Lord, spare me! I... I was bewitched by Nangong Wentian! He told me that Mu Xiaoxiao could help the Shangguan family become the number one family..."
Zhang Jingcheng took a step forward, his longsword pointing directly at Shangguan Ce's back: "So you betrayed our ancestral teachings and colluded with foreign forces? The spirits of the Shangguan family's ancestors in heaven—"
"Why waste words with him?" Han Feng interrupted casually, his voice carrying a chilling calm. "Kill the entire Shangguan family. Traitors like him cannot be allowed to live."
These words, like a death sentence, resounded throughout the secret realm. More than two hundred experts at the Innate Realm instantly erupted, their swords flashing and shadows tearing through the sky, the fluctuations of their true essence causing the entire secret realm to tremble.
"No!!" Shangguan Ce suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "Han Feng! If you kill my people, I will rather die than tell you Mu Xiaoxiao's plan!"
Han Feng slapped his forehead as if suddenly remembering something: "Oh, I almost forgot." He flicked his finger, and a ray of starlight shot out, precisely striking Shangguan Ce's brow. "Mu Xiaoxiao's efforts to win you over were not without plan."
Shangguan Ce suddenly found himself unable to move—not only his limbs, but he couldn't even blink his eyelids. His throat felt like it was being choked by an invisible hand, and even the slightest vibration of his vocal cords was a luxury. Only his eyeballs could still move, forcing him to stare directly at the slaughter before him.
"Since you won't confess on your own..." Han Feng leaned down and whispered in Shangguan Ce's ear, his warm breath brushing against the old man's earlobe, "Then I'll show you how the Shangguan family, which you've painstakingly built, will be destroyed in your hands."
Having said that, Han Feng straightened up, a faint smile playing on his lips. But to Shangguan Ce, that smile was more terrifying than the most hideous demon—it was a pure, utterly cold cruelty, as if watching a group of insignificant ants being crushed.
The secret realm has been transformed into a battlefield of carnage.
The Dongfang family's "Azure Sword Formation" shredded the Shangguan family's most elite guard, with severed limbs and blood raining down everywhere; the Zhang family's "Mysterious Ice Force" froze dozens of Shangguan family members into ice sculptures, before they were pulverized by the force of their fists; experts from other aristocratic families displayed their unique skills, turning the Shangguan family's ancestral land, which they had cultivated for thousands of years, into a bloody slaughterhouse.
Shangguan Ce's eyes darted wildly, his pupils reflecting scenes of tragedy—his most beloved grandson pierced through the chest by three sword energies simultaneously; his old steward, who had been by his side for over a hundred years, had half his body sealed in ice, while the other half was scorched by flames; his meticulously trained thirty-six Heavenly Guards, forming a battle formation to break through, were all turned into blood mist by Han Feng's casual wave of his hand...
Every scene felt like a sharp knife piercing his heart, yet he couldn't even close his eyes. What was even more terrifying was that the energy Han Feng injected into his body amplified his senses, making every scream and every whiff of blood a hundred times clearer to his consciousness.
Regret gnawed at Shangguan Ce's soul like a venomous snake. Why did he listen to Nangong Wentian's nonsense? Why did he provoke Mu Xiaoxiao, that jinx? Why did he make an enemy of such a monster?
Unfortunately, there's no going back.
When the last member of the Shangguan family was beheaded, the entire secret realm suddenly fell silent. The thick, pungent smell of blood almost solidified, and a pool of blood three inches thick accumulated on the ground, reflecting the ruined pavilions and towers.
Han Feng slowly walked up to Shangguan Ce and snapped his fingers: "Have you seen enough?"
The moment the blockade was lifted, Shangguan Ce collapsed to the ground as if all the bones in his body had been removed. His pupils were dilated, and drool uncontrollably dripped from the corners of his mouth; where was the slightest trace of the demeanor of a patriarch?
"You killed my entire clan... I'd rather die than tell you Miss Mu's plan..." Shangguan Ce lay paralyzed in a pool of blood, his words slurred and his eyes filled with madness. "I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"
Veins bulged on Zhang Jingcheng's forehead, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "Stubborn old fool!" He took a step forward, ready to attack.
Han Feng raised his hand to stop him, his eyes gleaming: "You think I wouldn't know just like that?" He looked down at Shangguan Ce, his voice as cold as the Arctic wind, "Still calling her 'Miss Mu'... It seems you're determined to be a lackey of the extraterrestrial forces."
Before he finished speaking, a dazzling starlight suddenly burst forth from Han Feng's fingertip, piercing Shangguan Ce's brow like a silver needle. This was the "Star Soul Searching Technique" taught by Jue Li in the Star Mirror, which could forcibly search through an opponent's memories, but for the victim, it was tantamount to a slow, agonizing torture.
\"ah--!!!\"
Shangguan Ce's screams were inhuman. His emaciated body arched like a shrimp before crashing back to the ground, his fingers digging deep, bloody gashes into the stone slab. The energy Han Feng injected not only amplified his pain but also magnified the process of reading each memory a hundredfold.
Han Feng closed his eyes and focused his mind, his consciousness following the starlight into Shangguan Ce's chaotic sea of consciousness. Countless fragments of memories danced like snowflakes—his childhood martial arts training, inheriting the family headship, his conspiracy with Nangong Wentian... and every contact he had with Mu Xiaoxiao in the last three months.
Most of these images were tainted by some kind of blue energy, as if deliberately concealed. But before the power of the stars, these disguises were torn away like thin paper.
(Found it!)
Han Feng's consciousness locked onto an exceptionally clear memory—Mu Xiaoxiao stood in the Shangguan family ancestral hall, toying with a blue crystal in her hand. Behind her stood three people in white uniforms, their badges clearly bearing... the emblem of the M Country Supernatural Research Institute!
"I see..." Han Feng suddenly opened his eyes, starlight shooting from his pupils. "Mu Xiaoxiao has allied herself with overseas forces, colluding with extraterrestrial powers. It seems she's playing a rather elaborate game."
Shangguan Ce convulsed like a rag doll, white foam spilling from the corner of his mouth. The Soul Searching Technique had caused irreversible damage to his brain; at this moment, he couldn't even speak a complete sentence, only able to utter wild, animalistic hoarse sounds.
Han Feng said softly, "Now that I know all about her plans, there's no point in you living anymore."
Shangguan Ce suddenly struggled violently, a crazed light flashing in his cloudy eyes as if in a final burst of energy: "Han Feng...I'm going to kill you!" He didn't know where the strength came from, but he suddenly lunged at Han Feng's throat.
\"Bang!\"
Han Feng didn't even move his feet, but simply placed a palm on Shangguan Ce's crown. Pure stellar energy poured down like a flood, instantly destroying every meridian and acupoint in the old man's body.
Shangguan Ce's movements came to an abrupt halt. The madness in his wide eyes gradually froze, finally turning into a lifeless emptiness. When Han Feng withdrew his hand, the withered body collapsed like rotten wood, splattering a small patch of blood.
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