These individuals did not even spare a thought for Wu Tao’s approximate cultivation level.
They did not consider if he alone possessed the strength to directly annihilate the Zhang family by himself. Instead, they scrambled to distance themselves from the Zhang family without delay.
…
The reason for this turn of events was the Taiyi Immortal Sect’s tyrannical reign over the Qingzhou region for tens of thousands of years. Their decrees were absolute, their executions brutal, and none dared to defy them, a testament to their long-standing might.
Initially, some of the younger disciples of the Zhang family attempted to block the departing guests.
However, upon seeing Old Master Zhang’s despairing expression as he slumped onto a seat and waved his hand in a gesture of resignation,
The Zhang family disciples, though their faces flushed and their eyes bulged, allowed those who had been calling them brothers moments before to flee.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the wedding hall was filled with grief, indignation, and despair.
…
“How do the elders of the Taiyi Immortal Sect intend to deal with my entire Zhang family?”
Once all the wedding guests had departed the grand hall, Old Master Zhang clasped his hands, clinging to a sliver of hope, and asked Wu Tao with near supplication.
Upon hearing this, a sneer tugged at the corner of Wu Tao’s mouth.
He shook his head. If they knew this would happen, why did they act this way in the first place? What was the point of him speaking now?
…
Wu Tao cast a brief glance at the dozens of Zhang family disciples and cultivators, who stood like facing a formidable enemy in the wedding hall adorned with red silks and silver candles.
He thought to himself, “These must be all the cultivators the Zhang family has. It's a perfect opportunity to round them all up today and exterminate their entire immortal cultivating lineage.”
“Good, good, good! Your Taiyi Immortal Sect has gone too far! To actually intend to exterminate our entire clan!”
Seeing Wu Tao’s silence, Old Master Zhang guessed the outcome of their fate.
The divine light in his eyes dimmed, and then rage erupted. He slammed his palm on the table and stood up.
“Since the Taiyi Immortal Sect leaves us no path to survival, then this old man will fight you to the death today!”
“Little villain, who else have you brought? Call them out! Today, you and I will not rest until one of us is dead!”
As Old Master Zhang spoke, his white hair stood on end.
He was like an aging king of beasts, roaring to defend the last vestiges of his dignity before death.
“Hahaha…”
Upon hearing this, Wu Tao laughed repeatedly and then said, “To deal with a bunch of you trash, do I need anyone else?”
“I, Wu, am more than enough to annihilate your entire Zhang family!”
“Excellent!” Old Master Zhang heard this and laughed even louder in his anger. He shouted, “Guards! Let our Zhang family disciples have a good taste of the Taiyi Immortal Sect’s envoy’s might!”
…
With a “snap,” the grand doors of the wedding hall, moved by unseen forces, slammed shut.
The wedding hall instantly grew dim, with only the flickering candlelight from the red silks and silver candles casting shifting shadows in the breeze.
Seeing this, Wu Tao let out a cold laugh, calmly watching the dozens of Qi Condensation stage cultivators glare at him, brandishing their magic artifacts and talismans as they slowly advanced.
“Courting death!”
He uttered these two words in a low voice, and with a swing of the Immortal Slaying Demonic Blood Saber in his hand, a dazzling saber light erupted instantly, sending waves of continuous saber energy sweeping outward.
The dozens of Qi Condensation stage Zhang family members, young and old, who were now closing in, would undoubtedly be considered a powerful force in this remote and desolate Qing Steel Mountain Range, capable of deterring any local threat and ensuring the family’s prosperity.
However, across the vast expanse of Qingzhou, the Zhang family was merely an insignificant, unremarkable family, akin to an ant…
As time passed, the number of casualties in the wedding hall grew. Wu Tao seemed like a tireless machine, relentlessly harvesting the vibrant lives of the Zhang family disciples.
Saber light was wantonly unleashed, and blood splattered continuously…
“Ahhhh…”
For a time, screams of agony were endless…
Drop by drop, crimson blood stained the ground, spreading a vibrant hue…
One!
Two!
*Chii!*
Wu Tao’s saber rose and fell, killing one Zhang family disciple after another who stood in his path. With another sweep of his blade, the last person blocking his way also clutched his throat and fell into a pool of blood.
“You…”
Old Master Zhang felt an overwhelming pressure in his chest, struggling to catch his breath. His heart was filled with grief and rage.
These Zhang family immortal cultivator disciples were the family’s hope and future. He never imagined they would all be buried here today.
“Son, grandson, hurry and go!”
He was indeed a man who had weathered decades of scheming, bloody conflict, and the cruel realities of the immortal cultivation world, a patriarch who had established his clan over three generations.
Seeing the situation, he immediately made the decision to cut off a limb to save the body.
Before his words had even finished, he lunged forward, intending to sacrifice his own life to buy his son, grandson, and the last flicker of hope for the Zhang family.
The dragon-headed staff, a top-tier magic artifact in Old Master Zhang’s hand, blazed with light, and an incredibly overbearing aura erupted from it.
The dragon-headed staff, a top-tier magic artifact, suddenly grew dozens of times larger and was hurled towards Wu Tao.
Wu Tao snorted upon seeing this, but his expression remained unchanged. He merely swept a casual glance at the swiftly approaching dragon-headed staff, a top-tier magic artifact.
…
Then, Wu Tao bent his body, his legs sinking slightly. A thunderous sound emanated from his chest and abdomen as boundless, potent spiritual energy surged forth.
“Hmph!”
Wu Tao’s body moved abruptly. The Immortal Slaying Demonic Blood Saber, slung across his back, appeared in his left hand. He fiercely unleashed a terrifying saber energy.
*Bang!* *Boom!*
Instantly, the sounds of impact reverberated. The dragon-headed staff, a top-tier magic artifact that had grown dozens of times larger, did not last even five seconds before it was sliced into several pieces by the Immortal Slaying Demonic Blood Saber in Wu Tao’s hand.
*Pfft!*
Old Master Zhang spat out a mouthful of blood, instantly dyeing his frosty white beard and hair crimson. His eyes were filled with shock and terror.
“Father!”
Just then, a familiar cry came from behind him.
“What?”
Upon hearing this, Old Master Zhang suddenly turned his head and saw his own son, his chest pierced by a saber energy, blood staining his chest, falling to the ground unconscious.
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“Completely over!”
“The Zhang family is finished, utterly finished.”
At that moment, Old Master Zhang, who had always been proud, never admitting defeat, ruthless, and who had built his empire from scratch, truly showed his age. He muttered to himself, barely in control.
…
On the ground ahead, an old man with wide, glaring eyes lay face up. A scorched red hole in his chest, he was as dead as could be.
Before him lay the shattered fragments of his dragon-shaped staff, a top-tier magic artifact. This artifact, which had accompanied Old Master Zhang for his entire life, was now gone.
Meanwhile, Wu Tao, his face pale and his vital energy severely depleted from the prolonged use of the Immortal Slaying Demonic Blood Saber, sheathed it. He surveyed his surroundings, his heart filled with emotion.
The side effects of demonic magic artifacts were indeed immense, but their power was also terrifying.
Shaking his head, Wu Tao, who had just exterminated the entire immortal cultivating lineage of the Zhang family, was about to turn and leave.
As he took a step, he suddenly heard a faint sound. His expression changed, and he abruptly turned back, looking towards the wedding hall, at the area covered by corpses, now silent.
“Oh, there’s still a little rat.”
A cold smile played on Wu Tao’s lips as he strode towards the spot. To leave behind a hidden danger is to invite future trouble. Mercy to an enemy is cruelty to oneself.
There, numerous bright red corpses lay piled on top of each other, the blood staining everything around them red, a scene of silence and bloodshed.
Gone was the scene from moments before, with the new couple bowing in respect and serving tea, elders laughing joyfully, and guests congratulating each other – a beautiful and festive occasion.
…
What drew Wu Tao’s attention was precisely the pile of dismembered corpses, or rather, the movement beneath them.
There was a living person underneath.
Although the person had tried their best to conceal their presence, they had inadvertently made a sound at the very last moment when Wu Tao was preparing to leave.
Smiling slightly, Wu Tao stomped his foot.
Instantly, a booming sound echoed.
The numerous corpses flew apart, revealing a trembling groom beneath them.
It was Zhang Tong, the eldest grandson of the Zhang family, the unfortunate victim whose wedding banquet had been disrupted. He was clad in his wedding attire.
“Envoy, don’t kill me…”
“Please!”
Feeling the sudden lightness of his body and the bright light that flooded his vision, Zhang Tong immediately cried out, knelt, and begged for mercy, pleading earnestly.
Wu Tao snorted upon hearing this, but paid him no heed.
This person, while his grandfather, father, and other relatives fought to the death: One, did not step forward to assist, demonstrating filial impiety and lack of courage;
“Two, did not turn and flee, but instead hid beneath the corpses harboring false hope, showing foolishness and indecisiveness;”
“Three, seeing his entire clan annihilated, he cowered like a mouse and begged for mercy, revealing himself as utterly cowardly.”
“Zhang Tong is worse than a pig or a dog.”
Such a person, lacking filial piety and courage, foolish and indecisive, worse than a pig or a dog, why should he be spared? In his next life, he would be reborn to an even more miserable fate than a pig, dog, cow, or sheep…
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