The System Arrives: Leading My Clan to Become the Strongest

110: Chapter 110 The Various Aspects of the Zhao FamilyClan Chief Zhao Lifeng sat upright in the main hall of the Ancestral Shrine, his brows tightly furrowed as he glanced outside from time to time, his expression anxious.

He had already received word that Third Elder Zhao Song had set out for the Royal Villa with Death Warriors and elites. Calculating the time, they should have long since succeeded and returned, yet there was currently no news at all, causing an ominous premonition to rise in his heart.

”Father, could something have gone wrong?”

Beside him, Zhao Kun couldn’t help but speak up, his tone laced with unease.

Zhao Lifeng slammed the table heavily and said in a low voice:

”What’s there to panic about! The Third Elder is a Golden Core True Person, and he’s leading twelve Foundation Establishment elites and twenty Death Warriors, aided by Blazing Flame Talismans and cloud piercing crossbows. No matter how strong the Jiang Family is, they’re at most at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage Peak. How could they possibly stop him? There must have been some delay on the road. In a moment, news of victory will surely arrive.”

Despite his words, the unease in his heart grew stronger. Just then, a world-shaking boom suddenly erupted outside the hall, as if a thunderclap had exploded over the manor.

Immediately following were screams and cries rising one after another, instantly shattering the tranquility of the Zhao Family.

”This is bad!”

Zhao Lifeng stood up abruptly, his face changing color.

”Someone has broken into the manor!”

Before his voice could fade, a figure appeared at the hall entrance like a ghost; it was none other than Jiang Chen. He

Spiritual energy surged around his body, and a silver-white light was exceptionally piercing in the night. His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept over everyone in the hall before finally landing on Zhao Lifeng.

”Zhao Lifeng, since your Zhao Family dared to send people to raid my Jiang Family at night, today, I have come to take the lives of your entire clan. Blood for blood!”

Jiang Chen’s voice wasn’t loud, yet it carried an unquestionable authority, like a judgment from the Nine Heavens, instantly turning the faces of the Zhao Family Disciples in the hall pale.

A deep black Nascent Soul pressure descended like a falling sky, instantly enveloping the entire Zhao Manor. Bricks and tiles trembled, grass and trees bent, and even the air seemed to solidify, weighing heavily on the shoulders of the Zhao Family members.

The Zhao Family Clan Members, who had been arrogant just moments ago, now turned pale, their legs going weak.

Zhao Lifeng clutched his chest and staggered back, his eyes filled with shock, anger, and disbelief.

”Nascent Soul... You are actually in the Nascent Soul Realm?!”

He recalled that when he sent the night raiders, he had only considered Jiang Chen a green youth at the Foundation Establishment Stage. That contempt had now completely transformed into bone-chilling regret as cold sweat rolled down his temples, soaking his robes.

”Father! Father, save me!”

At this moment, Zhao Kun scrambled to Zhao Lifeng’s feet and clung tightly to his father’s leg, his voice full of sobbing.

”It’s my fault! I shouldn’t have provoked him! Please beg him, ask him to spare my life!”

The color had drained from his face, and his face was smeared with tears and snot; he no longer looked like a pampered scion at all.

Zhao Kun had long since lost the arrogant air he had when provoking the Jiang Family on the streets. He was pressed down by that terrifying pressure until his knees went soft and his teeth chattered.

It was he who had deliberately collided with the Jiang Family Clansmen at the busy market entrance, even boasting that he would make it so none of them could leave the Capital. Afterward, he had added fuel to the fire by spreading rumors before his father, Zhao Lifeng, instigating the Family to act against the Jiang Family. Now, seeing that Jiang Chen was actually a Nascent Soul powerhouse, he felt a chill surge from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Several young disciples also collapsed to the ground in terror, crying out for mercy:

”Senior, spare us! We were blind and shouldn’t have made an enemy of you. It was the Clan Head, it was the Clan Head and the others who offended you; it has nothing to do with us!”

Some Clan Elders beat their chests and stamped their feet, their faces full of regret, murmuring:

”Wrong... we were so wrong! We should have investigated his background earlier; we shouldn’t have been so reckless!”

There were even women holding children, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly until their foreheads bled, their voices choked with sobs:

”Please, show mercy! The children are innocent! We are willing to be slaves and servants, just please spare our lives!”

But the pressure around Jiang Chen didn’t diminish in the slightest. His cold gaze swept over the crowd without a shred of pity.

Under that Nascent Soul Aura capable of crushing the Divine Soul, all pleas and regrets seemed pale and powerless. The Zhao Family members finally understood that they had provoked an existence they should never have offended, and now, there was no way back.

Having no interest in watching the Zhao Family’s performance, Jiang Chen brought down a palm, intending to envelop the entire Zhao Manor.

”You brat, how dare you!”

Just then, from the rear of the Zhao Manor, a terrifying burst of Golden Core Peak spiritual energy erupted. A crimson flame longblade coalesced, slashing toward Jiang Chen with a searing heatwave.

It was the Zhao Family Old Ancestor, Zhao Wuji. He had used this move to slay many Cultivators of the same rank before. Now, using it in desperation, there were even faint signs of him breaking through his shackles.

Zhao Wuji’s figure, wrapped in the blazing spiritual energy of the Golden Core Peak, streaked through the air from the rear hall like a bolt of crimson lightning. That flame longblade condensed his entire life’s cultivation; wherever the blade light passed, the air was scorched into distortion, and even the pillars of the Ancestral Shrine’s main hall emitted a sizzling crackle.

”Old Ancestor!”

Wild joy erupted in Zhao Lifeng’s eyes as if he had caught hold of a final life-saving straw, and he screamed hoarsely.

Zhao Kun was crying even more hysterically, clutching his father’s trouser leg tightly and shouting incoherently:

”Old Ancestor, save me! Kill him quickly!”

However, facing this seemingly world-destroying strike, Jiang Chen didn’t even lift an eyelid.

His palm, suspended in mid-air, flipped slightly. The Nascent Soul pressure suddenly condensed, turning into a giant palm that blotted out the sun, meeting the flame longblade with a might that could crush mountains.

”Bang——”

With a deafening boom, the moment the crimson blade light struck the black giant palm, it was like a firefly hitting a bright moon, instantly dissipating into a sky full of sparks.

Swept by the aftershocks, Zhao Wuji felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He was sent flying backward, slamming hard into the plaque of the Ancestral Shrine. The plaque shattered with a roar, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His robes exploded inch by inch, revealing crisscrossing wounds underneath.

”Impossible... how could your Nascent Soul pressure be so overwhelming...”

Zhao Wuji collapsed on the ground, his eyes filled with despair and resentment. He tried with his last ounce of strength to circulate his spiritual energy, only to find that his Dantian had long since been shattered by that terrifying power. His Golden Core was dim and lusterless, cracking inch by inch like broken glass.

Jiang Chen gave a cold snort. His figure flashed, appearing before Zhao Wuji, and he raised his foot to crush the man’s final Golden Core.

”Golden Core Peak, nothing more than this.”

A casual sentence, yet it was like a clap of thunder exploding in the ears of the Zhao Family members.

Zhao Wuji’s body slumped down, completely devoid of life.

At this moment, the entire Zhao Manor was deathly silent.

The wild joy on Zhao Lifeng’s face froze, then was consumed by extreme terror. He staggered backward, his legs gave way, and he fell heavily to his knees, murmuring:

”It’s over... everything is over...”

Zhao Kun was Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering from terror, even forgetting to cry. His pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his whole body shook like a sieve. A cold, damp stain seeped from his trouser legs; he had actually been scared into wetting his pants.

The Clan Elders and women who had been kneeling and begging for mercy were now ashen-faced, slumped on the ground and unable to move. Their previous cries and pleas had all turned into a deathly silence, their eyes empty as if they had lost their souls.