Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

Chapter 1144: Chapter 1138: The Real Monsters

Far in the distance, Qiu Naihe—still hopelessly tangled up by the eight undying monsters—had a sudden, drastic change in expression.

“Save you?”

The Martial Emperor smiled, a savage, predatory grin.

“You lot are really fucking stupid. Did you genuinely believe dragging Granny Guo out of the woodwork would be enough to handle the Li Clan’s old ancestor?”

“What?” Qiu Naihe’s face contorted in pure horror.

He could clearly feel it… No, his very Spirit Soul felt the violent piercing of the Void Refining space.

The Li Clan’s old ancestor, who supposedly had completely lost his aura, was already standing right there.

High in the cloudy sky, an endless array of ethereal mirrors manifested.

Brutal long spears thrust out from within those mirrors, effortlessly impaling Qiu Chuhui, Granny Guo, and eight of the Qiu Clan’s supposedly elite trump cards.

Behind them, the Li Clan’s old ancestor strolled as casually as if he were taking a walk through his own courtyard.

“No!”

Right on the heels of Qiu Naihe’s despair-filled roar…

The Martial Emperor’s face twisted into the visage of an evil demon.

“Did you fools really think the Western Frontier housed the true experts? The real monsters are right here!

The Li Clan’s old ancestor, the Mad Blood Demon Lord, the Seven Ironclads, and little Zhiheng—they are the truly terrifying existences!

Every single one of them is on par with the Zhao Clan’s old ancestor from back in the day!”

No one understood the sheer, suffocating terror of these Li Clan members better than the oldest, strongest generation of the Azure Cloud Prefecture.

Think of the absolute heavenly talent the Zhao Clan’s old ancestor possessed back then.

The image of that colossal, unyielding heart and its rhythmic thump, thump still haunted the old man’s eyes and echoed in his ears.

Yet even an invincible titan like him had been slowly, agonizingly worn down to nothing by these very Li Clan experts.

They were the unshakable bedrock of the Azure Cloud Prefecture.

“And me too. Back then, this old man was merely at the mid-stage of the Void Refining realm.

Now, sitting at the peak of the Void Refining realm, I only have a paltry two or three thousand years left to live.”

With a thought, the martial phantoms fully detonated, forcefully merging martial arts and Dharma into one catastrophic blow.

A colossal fist slammed down from the cloudy heavens, leaving Qiu Xunfa with absolutely nowhere to run!

Following the devastating strike, the Martial Emperor smugly tucked his hands back into his sleeves.

The little old man stared down the distant Qiu Naihe.

“Well, isn’t this perfect? Your best runner is now heavily crippled. Not a single one of you is getting out of here alive.”

The little old man puffed out his chest, holding his chin high.

Feeling the completely dumbfounded gazes of the nine fools standing behind him—the Seven Ironclads, Li Zhiheng, and Fairy Hongxiu—he felt a boundless, intoxicating sense of satisfaction.

It was easily just as satisfying as the days when Li Yuanwu had first begged to learn martial arts from him.

He muttered under his breath, “If only Fairy Bai were still alive. The current me could finally return the brutal beating she gave me back then.”

That bastard surnamed Qiu had dared to ask what the Li family could possibly offer him.

Hehe. He didn’t care about anything else, but he knew for a fact he never had to fear Old Daoist Baimei of Azure Mist Mountain ever again.

He had premium Dharma Treasures, an endless supply of medicinal pills, and the clan’s merchant lineage treated him exactly like their own revered ancestor.

That little brat Li Yuanshang had even sworn that as long as his esteemed self kept the Li Clan safe, the kid would pave a broad, shining Great Dao straight to the Body Integration realm for him—even if it bankrupted both Yuanshang and the entire clan in the process.

Hell, even if he were about to kick the bucket, that brat Yuanshang would ensure he retired in absolute luxury.

Whether he could actually break through to the Body Integration realm, the Martial Emperor genuinely didn’t know.

He only knew that with the Li Clan, he lived freely and happily.

Having finally reached the zenith of the martial path, everything boiled down to the carefree nature of the Dao—simply seeking a lasting peace of mind.

Boom!

Following the massive detonation of the martial Dharma, an intensely brilliant light flourished across the battlefield.

A phantom suddenly struck, cutting cleanly through the frozen red mist and the sprawling sea of Red Spider Lilies.

In the nick of time, Qiu Xunfa was snatched from the jaws of death by Qiu Xundao, who had forcefully barged into the Void Refining space.

Qiu Xundao heavily supported Qiu Xunfa, whose body was now left gruesomely half-destroyed.

The mid-stage Void Refining expert—a master who excelled at vanishing into shadows and could traverse anywhere in the vast world—violently coughed up a mouthful of pitch-black blood.

Backed into a corner, the three from the Qiu Clan huddled tightly together.

Across the Void Refining space, the pack of the Li Clan’s undying monsters began a slow, menacing approach.

The Li Clan’s old ancestor was heavily wreathed in surging black mist, casually trailing mirrors behind him that still contained the bleeding, impaled members of the Qiu Clan.

The Mad Blood Demon Lord rested a massive saber on his shoulder, his unkempt hair whipping wildly in the wind.

The Martial Emperor swaggered to the front of the Seven Ironclads, Fairy Hongxiu, and Li Zhiheng, raising a brazen middle finger directly at the three terrified, nervously glancing Qiu Clan members.

“Ten unkillable monsters, and every single one is ten times stronger than they used to be. If you think you’ve got the skill, why don’t you try breaking through to half-step Mahayana right now and see if it helps?”

The approaching Li Wei casually scratched his head, taking in the bloody battlefield and the furious, trembling trio from the Qiu Clan.

Although he had no idea what had just transpired here, he still… immediately tossed aside the mangled corpses he had been dragging.

A sudden spatial rift ripped open right beside the three Qiu Clan members.

Because when it came to killing enemies, the swift claimed the glory, and the slow were left with scraps.

Realizing they were about to be robbed of their kills, the expressions of the Li Clan members drastically shifted, and under the utterly despairing gazes of the Qiu trio, they swarmed forward like a ravenous pack of wolves.

Li Yundou frantically shifted fully into his Demon Shaman form and unleashed a furious roar.

“Old Ancestor, wait for me!!!”

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