Chapter 239: Destroying the Teng Family (Part Two)

Wang Lin was not flying very fast. Gazing at Teng Family City in the distance, his heart was filled with desolation, murderous intent, and emotion. Four hundred years ago, Teng Huayuan forced him to self-detonate his body, nearly killing him.

Four hundred years later, he had returned, bringing with him monstrous killing intent and hatred as vast as a sea of blood.

He had waited four hundred years for this day!

On an empty patch of land ten thousand li outside Teng Family City, Wang Lin leaped down. He coldly stared toward Teng Family City, slowly and methodically removing the Dragon Sinew from the Mosquito Beast's mouth, then placing the countless corpses bound to it one by one on the ground.

For every corpse, he swiftly brought down his blade, severing the heads and piling them up. His movements were clean and precise, his expression cold and ruthless.

Gradually, the pile of heads before him grew larger. The expressions on these heads varied, but one thing was universal: the unwillingness and terror they felt before death.

As the heads increased, a powerful Resentment Qi spread out. Chilly winds blew all around, and the sky seemed to dim slightly.

A massive Tower of Heads slowly appeared on the open ground. This tower, built entirely from the heads of the Teng Family members, would send a chill down the spine of anyone who saw it.

After Wang Lin placed the last head on the tip of the tower, he lifted his right hand. Immediately, the tower, constructed from over a thousand heads, rose into the air and floated behind Wang Lin, slowly entering the Restriction Formation ten thousand li outside Teng Family City with him.

"Teng Huayuan, I, Wang Lin, have come. Today, there will be no survivors here. It will be an endless struggle until death!" A voice filled with monstrous hatred suddenly spread powerfully throughout the entire Teng Family City.

In that instant, Teng Family City suddenly fell into an unprecedented silence, but soon, the silence was replaced by screams of terror.

Almost simultaneously, some experts among the Teng Family members noticed the towering, advancing Tower of Heads.

Gradually, more and more people saw the tower, and the Qi of fear immediately spread.

Teng Huayuan stood atop the city wall, his expression gloomy. Beside him were four people—the last remaining batch of Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators in the Teng Family.

With a gesture from Teng Huayuan, the four vanished instantly from their spot. When they reappeared, they were already a hundred zhang in front of Wang Lin. As soon as they arrived, the four immediately pulled out various Magic Treasures.

However, how could these four people possibly stop Wang Lin's path of ultimate revenge? Although Wang Lin was calm internally at this moment, a hint of madness had entered his gaze. Today, he intended to unleash four hundred years of accumulated resentment. Today, he would transform into a lunatic, a bloodthirsty killer.

With almost no hesitation, the moment the four appeared, the extreme realm Divine Sense abruptly moved. Amidst a series of red lightning flashes, the four Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators let out miserable groans before they could even activate their Magic Treasures. Outside their bodies, the extreme realm Divine Sense instantly formed a cage, trapping them.

At the same time, Wang Lin moved, rushing into the cage. With a flash of his hand and blade, the first person's head fell to the ground and was kicked by Wang Lin toward the Tower of Heads.

The Tower of Heads gains one more!

The blood from the corpse rained down like a fountain, splashing everywhere.

Wang Lin spun around abruptly. A Flying Sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and with one strike, another person's head fell to the ground.

The Tower of Heads gains one more!

All of this happened extremely fast. Two of the four were already dead. The remaining two completely lacked the power to resist beneath the extreme realm cage. Amidst Wang Lin's single word, "Kill!" filled with hatred, the cage formed by the extreme realm Divine Sense suddenly contracted, slicing through the two bodies like fine wire netting.

Blood poured down from the sky like rain, carrying chunks of indistinct, shattered flesh.

However, due to Wang Lin's deliberate actions, the heads of these two remained intact.

The Tower of Heads gains two more!

Having killed four people in succession, Wang Lin stood tall and straight, looking up at Teng Huayuan on the Teng Family City wall, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

Seeing this smile, waves of coldness rose in Teng Huayuan's heart. Four Nascent Soul Cultivators were killed by him so easily. What cultivation had this Wang Lin reached?

Teng Huayuan's scalp tingled. He realized he had made a mistake: the surrounding Restriction Formation was clearly not set up by anyone else, but by this life-claiming Evil Star right before him!

"Teng Huayuan, I hope you have been well!" Intense hatred flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, yet his demeanor became even calmer, and he even showed a smile.

As he spoke, Wang Lin grabbed through the air with his right hand, which instantly transformed into a massive hand. With one sweep over Teng Family City, dozens of people floated up from the city amidst shrieks of terror. Among these people were men and women, Cultivators and Mortals.

The moment Wang Lin's words fell, he clenched his right hand. Immediately, with several muffled sounds, the bodies of these people, excluding their heads, self-destructed one after another, turning into blood that rained down inside Teng Family City. A drop of fresh blood splashed onto Teng Huayuan's face, causing his body to tremble slightly.

The Tower of Heads gains nineteen more!

"Wang Lin!" Intense killing intent erupted from Teng Huayuan's entire body. He waved his right hand, and a Golden Banner appeared in his grasp. With his wave, a mass of golden mist immediately flew out from within the banner. This mist then transformed into a giant skull, letting out silent roars as it whistled toward Wang Lin.

Wang Lin’s expression remained unchanged. He slapped his Storage Pouch, and a Soul Banner appeared in his hand. With a shake, thousands of souls floated out from inside the banner, accompanied by sounds of miserable wailing.

"Teng Huayuan, you forced me with the souls of my entire Family back then. Today, I return the favor. Feel free to devour these souls; I won't feel distressed." Wang Lin's voice was calm. However, as he spoke, he grabbed again with his right hand. This time, the bodies of hundreds of Teng Family members floated up from Teng Family City.

No matter how much these people struggled, it was useless. This time, Teng Huayuan let out a low shout and flicked his wide sleeve. A strange wind suddenly appeared, attempting to cut off Wang Lin's Spell.

A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Wang Lin’s mouth. The extreme realm Divine Sense flashed instantly, transforming into red lightning that struck the strange wind, causing it to immediately dissipate.

Immediately afterward, Wang Lin clenched his right hand. The hundred people instantly exploded, their flesh and blood raining down from the sky like celestial maidens scattering flowers.

This time, all the Family members inside Teng Family City could no longer withstand such continuous attacks. It was unknown who started it, but streaks of sword light flew out from the city, scattering in all directions.

A cruel smile appeared on Wang Lin's lips. He pointed his right hand, and the thousands of souls in mid-air immediately dispersed together, rushing toward their former Family members to devour them.

Teng Huayuan's body swayed. He grit his teeth and shook the Golden Banner in his hand. Immediately, the stationary golden skull swayed abruptly, splitting into thousands of parts, rushing to swallow those souls.

Teng Huayuan's heart was bleeding; this was truly no different from killing his own Family members with his own hands.

Wang Lin’s body flashed, disappearing from his original spot. When he reappeared, he was beside a Teng Family member who was fleeing quickly. This was a young man with only third-layer Qi Condensation cultivation. Ten days ago, he was still proud to bear the surname Teng, but now, he wished he could sever all ties with that name.

However, he would never have that chance again. The last sight of his life was the white-haired youth who filled him with terror. Immediately afterward, a cold palm clamped around his neck, and with a snap, he died instantly.

Having killed one more person, Wang Lin’s body flashed again. This time, he appeared next to another Teng Family member—a charming and beautiful young girl. But to Wang Lin, she was just a dead person; he felt no pity for her gender, because her surname meant irreconcilable enmity with the Wang Family.

Crushing the girl's delicate neck, Wang Lin’s body flashed once more.

Teng Huayuan roared and flashed out, but his speed was always a fraction slower than Wang Lin’s. Every time he tried to intervene, all he saw was one less member of the Teng Family.

The grief and indignation of watching his Family members die one by one without being able to stop it nearly drove Teng Huayuan insane. At this moment, he suddenly saw Wang Lin reappear in the distance. Beside Wang Lin was a Young Man of Twenty Years, the seventh-generation eldest grandson whom Teng Huayuan had watched grow up!

"No!!!" Teng Huayuan's eyes turned bloodshot as he rushed forward furiously.

Wang Lin coldly glanced at the charging Teng Huayuan, then pressed his right hand onto the young man’s head. Under the youth’s hateful gaze, Wang Lin slightly released his Spiritual Power, and the young man instantly exploded into a bloody mess with a bang.

"In your next life, don't bear the surname Teng!" After killing him, Wang Lin disappeared from the spot once again.

Teng Huayuan stared blankly at the mangled flesh of his eldest grandson on the ground, letting out a painful roar: "Wang Lin!!"

Wang Lin appeared a hundred zhang away and said coldly, "Does it hurt? When you killed my entire Family back then, my heart hurt too!" As he spoke, he casually struck out with his right hand. A middle-aged man fleeing in panic beside him let out a miserable groan, his body turning into indistinct flesh and blood.

"The reason I killed your entire Family was that you killed my great-grandson, Teng Li!" Teng Huayuan roared, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace.

"Nonsense! Does the world only allow your Teng Family to kill others, but forbid others from fighting back?" Wang Lin sneered, slapped his Storage Pouch, and immediately, over ten Flying Swords flew out. With a sweeping motion, dozens more people died before Teng Huayuan's eyes.

Teng Huayuan clenched his fists and waved the Golden Banner in his hand. Immediately, all the surrounding golden skulls condensed and rushed toward Wang Lin.

Wang Lin slapped his Storage Pouch, and the Restriction Banner instantly appeared in his hand. With a shake, a black curtain instantly enveloped the area, wrapping the golden skulls inside. Wang Lin's eyes flickered, and he suddenly asked, "Teng Huayuan, how did you find my hometown back then?"

Teng Huayuan's face twitched. Staring at Wang Lin, his eyes revealed profound hatred, and he said, "You will never know!"

Wang Lin’s expression darkened. He waved his right hand, and over ninety streams of Restriction Qi immediately flew out from the black curtain, descending instantly. Hundreds of Teng Family members screamed and died.

"Are you going to tell me or not?"