Chapter 107: A Glance That Slays a King
The blade light swept through the void, erasing all matter in its path silent, absolute, and lethal.
With that single strike, Sikong Mingyue was rescued.
Everyone turned toward the horizon.
A black-clad figure walked calmly toward them, one hand behind his back.
Each step spanned a thousand miles, yet he moved as if strolling through a garden unhurried, unbothered by the fact that he was approaching a group of veteran Kings.
As always, his gaze was cold, filled with killing intent.
At first, the crowd was stunned and shocked by his audacity.
Then their eyes narrowed in disbelief.
“Ye Wushang! Impossible!”
“He’s a King? How did he reach that realm?”
Two years ago, Ye Wushang was only at the Eighth Heaven of the Cave Realm.
Now, in just two years, he had broken through to the Third Heaven of the King Realm.
Their understanding of cultivation shattered.
A Third Heaven King unthinkable.
But Ye Wushang ignored their questions.
His gaze locked onto the Sikong Clan’s Second Heaven King.
That looked cold as death made the elder tremble.
He felt as though doom was descending.
A flash of light flickered in Ye Wushang’s eyes.
Blade intent surged across the field.
The elder’s heart seized.
A primal fear gripped him.
A chill touched his neck.
Then his head flew skyward.
Everyone was frozen in terror.
No one had seen Ye Wushang move.
A Second Heaven King slain in an instant.
Fear gripped the crowd.
They dared not breathe too loudly, lest Ye Wushang strike again.
He turned to Sikong Mingyue.
His meaning was clear.
She stepped forward, spear in hand, eyes cold.
“When you ignored the murder of my father and brother, did you imagine this day would come? Did you ever consider that my talent far surpassed Sikong Haoran’s?”
Only now did they remember.
Sikong Mingyue was a true prodigy.
At thirty-six, she had reached the Third Heaven of the Cave Realm.
They had simply been dazzled by Ye Wushang’s brilliance and forgotten her.
Now, they regret it. Newest update provıded by NoveI[F]ire.net
“Mingyue, we didn’t know at the time. When we found out, it was too late. For the sake of peace, we made difficult choices. Please understand.”
“You’ve caused great losses to the clan. But if you’re willing to let go, we can reconcile.
We’ll retrieve your family’s remains and restore your lineage to the registry.”
He spoke as if offering a grand gesture.
But Sikong Mingyue only sneered.
“Let it go? Can you return my father, my grandfather, my kin?”
“You aided the wicked. When Sikong Haoran hunted down my remaining family, where were you? When he hunted me, did you ever think of me?”
The King was speechless.
Sikong Haoran had murdered her father and grandfather.
Even after the clan learned the truth, they did nothing.
He hunted her siblings, uncles, cousins until only she remained.
Had it not been for Ye Wushang, she would’ve died too.
They chose Sikong Haoran.
That fact could not be erased.
Appeasing her now was impossible.
Sikong Qianjun sighed and stepped forward.
“Child, the clan was wrong. If we hand over Sikong Haoran’s branch to you, and remove him from the registry will you forgive us?”
Before she could reply, the elders erupted.
“No, Elder! You can’t!”
“Sikong Haoran is our future!”
Sikong Qianjun’s patience snapped.
His Fifth Heaven King aura silenced the room.
Now they remembered—he was no ordinary elder.
He turned to Sikong Mingyue.
“Sikong Haoran possesses the Heaven-Gazing Divine Eye. I’ve studied the ancient texts and it grants a natural sense of danger. He likely sensed what was coming and fled to Xinghe Tianmen, a divine-tier sect in the neighboring province. We can’t reach him. But we can purge his branch. Will that suffice?”
The clan was stunned.
They hadn’t realized Sikong Haoran’s departure had been so abrupt.
They had assumed it was grief.
Now they saw the truth he had run.
Sikong Qianjun didn’t care about their shock.
He looked at Sikong Mingyue with guilt.
“We were wrong. Sikong Haoran is cold-hearted. His parents were punished with daily lightning strikes in the back mountain and he never visited once.”
“That’s when I knew we raised a monster.”
“I apologize. To you, your father, your lineage.”
Then, to everyone’s astonishment, he bowed.
A King, bowing to a junior.
But Sikong Mingyue’s gaze remained icy.
If not for her talent, if not for Ye Wushang they would never bow.
This wasn’t respectful.
“An apology? Can it bring back my family?”
Sikong Qianjun fell silent.
His heartfelt speech had failed.
He glanced at Ye Wushang.
It was clear how the clan would be judged depended entirely on Sikong Mingyue.
But her hatred was too deep.
“What do you want from the clan?”
Sikong Mingyue scanned the room.
She saw familiar faces—avoiding her gaze, trembling.
But she also saw hatred.
They hated her for killing their kin.
She had once felt the same.
No one had cared then.
“Simple. Every cultivator above the Purple Palace Realm self-terminates.”
“Sikong Haoran’s bloodline is three generations up and down. No exceptions.”
The clan recoiled in horror.
She wanted to erase their future.
“I’d rather die than obey!”
“You’re cruel! You’ll be cursed by all clans!”
“Ancestors! Look what your descendants have become!”
They screamed, cursed, pointed fingers.
Even Ye Wushang’s presence didn’t stop them.
But Sikong Mingyue remained unmoved.
Two words her decision made.
Ye Wushang stepped forward.
But the clan staggered back in terror.
They feared that step would bring death.
A frail voice rang out.
It froze Sikong Mingyue in place.
“Sikong Mingyue, you said three generations of Sikong Haoran’s bloodline. Does that include me?”
“If so, kill me first.”