Chapter 109: The Fall of the Sikong Clan
In an instant, all the remaining Kings except Sikong Qianjun turned pale.
Some prepared their strongest techniques.
Others, remembering what had happened before, didn’t dare fight.
They soared into the sky, trying to flee.
But compared to Ye Wushang’s speed, they were like crawling insects.
His blade light fell like divine judgment.
Each King was slain in a single strike.
The crowd was stunned into silence.
Those once revered as invincible Kings slaughtered like ants.
Fear gripped every heart.
Sikong Qianjun closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight.
These were his lifelong companions, friends, and family.
Now, all dead before him.
And he couldn’t save them.
To preserve the clan’s bloodline, he had to watch them die.
Only now did he truly understand Sikong Mingyue’s pain.
But Ye Wushang and Sikong Mingyue didn’t care.
The moment they targeted Ye Tianhuang, their fate was sealed.
Ye Wushang spared a single branch only for Mingyue’s sake.
As for Sikong Mingyue, she felt no remorse.
Among the dead were those who had expelled her lineage, hunted her family, and betrayed her.
When an avalanche falls, no snowflake is innocent.
Now, only Sikong Qianjun remained above the Purple Palace Realm.
He opened his eyes, looked at Sikong Mingyue then at Ye Wushang.
“I hope you’ll keep your word.”
Without another word, he self-terminated.
Ye Wushang scanned him with divine sense.
His Fate Eye couldn’t detect Sikong Qianjun’s destiny anymore.
Only two possibilities:
Sikong Mingyue turned to the crowd.
“Anyone from Sikong Wan-niang’s branch?”
A timid woman in her thirties stepped forward.
Sikong Mingyue nodded.
“Gather the clan’s resources. Find a quiet place to live. From now on, your branch leads the Sikong Clan. Take care of the Grand Ancestor.”
The woman quickly agreed.
Sikong Mingyue chose them because they shared lineage with Fengyun and had never supported the purge.
They had even spoken up for her and suffered for it.
Now, they were spared.
After giving her final instructions, Ye Wushang and Sikong Mingyue left.
She would never look back.
She didn’t fear losing her maternal clan’s support.
Ye Wushang’s wives were harmonious.
And she herself was a powerful prodigy.
Strength was her true shield.
After settling the Sikong Clan’s fate, the couple didn’t rush home.
They traveled, relaxed—and indulged in romance.
When they returned, Sikong Mingyue’s legs nearly gave out.
Yue Rushuang teased her mercilessly, leaving her blushing.
Meanwhile, in Xinghe Tianmen.
Sikong Haoran had begun his cultivation.
In just one year, he reached the Second Heaven of the Dao Foundation Realm.
He became a rising star courted by many.
He quickly built a network of loyal followers.
As for the Sikong Clan?
He ignored their messages letting them fade.
To him, a clan with no value wasn’t worth a glance.
When his follower reported the clan’s destruction, he remained calm.
“Aunt Mingyue… still too soft. Why leave any bloodline? Now I have to clean up the mess.”
Then turned to his follower.
“Your father is a King in the Starsea Realm, right?”
The man nodded eagerly.
In Tianyuan Chaos Province, Kings were mere stewards in major sects.
Sikong Haoran continued:
“Tell him if he wipes out the Sikong Clan, I’ll speak to the sect master. He’ll get a chance in the next senior selection.”
The follower’s eyes lit up.
Becoming an outer elder meant more resources and power.
He didn’t ask why Sikong Haoran wanted his own clan destroyed.
That was why Sikong Haoran liked him obedient and discreet.
As the man left, Sikong Haoran’s expression turned cold.
“Ye Clan Ye Wushang Sikong Mingyue you’re all threats. I need to prepare.”
He regretted that his current status couldn’t summon his master to Tianluo Daozhou.
Otherwise, the Ye Clan would be crushed instantly.
He preferred to eliminate threats before they grew.
In just one year, he had already outmaneuvered two rival prodigies.
But his master had many disciples.
Though talented, he wasn’t the most monstrous.
Requesting a divine-tier expert was a fantasy.
And without one, destroying the Ye Clan was nearly impossible.
Ye Zhen’s reputation in Tianluo Daozhou was modest but in Tianyuan Chaos Province, he was respected.
Many believed that if not for his damaged foundation, he would’ve reached the divine realm long ago.
Even now, his strength was not to be underestimated.
Sikong Haoran sighed and shelved the plan for now.
But his calculating gaze revealed he hadn’t given up.
Back at the Sikong Clan.
Sikong Wan-niang’s branch had just finished packing.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura descended.
A single palm shattered the clan’s final formation.
Half the remaining members were killed instantly.
They thought Ye Wushang had returned.
But when they looked up, they saw a mysterious middle-aged man.
“Senior, we have no grudge with you. Why attack us?” Sikong Wan-niang asked, trembling.
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Shock rippled through the survivors.
Had he secretly ordered this?
But they quickly dismissed the thought.
Fengyun, now recovered, saw the man’s insignia.
She pointed, trembling.
“You’re from Xinghe Tianmen Sikong Haoran sent you!”
Their future, their hope had orchestrated their destruction.
“Smart old hag. Too bad. Die.”
A wave of power flattened the entire clan.
Fengyun died with regret and sorrow.
She thought of Sikong Mingyue and Ye Wushang.
If only the clan had chosen differently.
But there was no medicine for regret.
She died with that pain.
When news reached the Ye Clan, Ye Wushang immediately informed Sikong Mingyue.
She was calm and prepared.
“Ever since I learned Haoran killed my family, I knew this day would come. I spared a branch and the Grand Ancestor so they could witness the truth see what kind of monster they raised.”
“But Mingyue this is too painful,” Ye Wushang said, holding her shoulder.
“I’m not in pain. My heart died the day my family was murdered and we were expelled.
Now, I have you. I have our child. I’m happy.”
Seeing her peace, Ye Wushang finally relaxed.