Battle Through the Heavens: Marry Cao Ying, Reward is Devouring Ancestral Symbol

What gives you the audacity to question me?The next moment, the effects of space solidification and time stagnation suddenly vanished.

”Pfft—!”

Yang Hao only felt his vision blur, and an indescribable, sharp pain struck his chest, as if he had been rammed head-on by a rampaging ancient beast.

The Qi within him, which had been wildly surging but suddenly lost control, violently surged backward, causing his blood to churn, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out uncontrollably.

His entire body was like a kite with a broken string; his feet left the ground as he flew backward, crashing heavily onto the bluestone ground a dozen zhang away, rolling in a sorry state for several turns before coming to a stop.

Dust flew into the air.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

The members of the Black Annihilation Army standing to the side still had expressions of tension and anticipation from when Yang Hao had erupted, but now, these had completely frozen, turning into incredulous horror.

They hadn’t seen what happened at all!

They only saw Lord Yang Hao about to unleash his ultimate technique, when he suddenly and weirdly stiffened, and then Shen Wen seemed to walk over very casually and throw a punch, and Lord Yang Hao flew away vomiting blood?

This… what kind of method is this?! Is it black magic?!

Yang Hao struggled to prop up his upper body with his elbows; his sternum ached severely, his internal organs felt as if they had shifted out of place, and blood continuously spilled from the corners of his mouth.

He raised his head, staring fixedly at the still-pristine Shen Wen in the distance, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins and incomprehensible fury, and he growled in a hoarse voice:

”You… what black magic did you use?!”

”Stop!”

The elites of the Black Annihilation Army, who had been stunned by the bizarre scene just now.

Seeing Shen Wen approaching their severely injured superior, they finally reacted, shouting sharply as they tried to step forward to stop him.

However, the moment they moved, they were horrified to discover that the air around them had become like a wall of bronze and iron.

An invisible yet incredibly tough force bound them tightly in place, making it difficult for them to move even a single finger!

They could only watch helplessly as Shen Wen passed through them, their eyes splitting with rage.

Shen Wen ignored the angry glares and struggles behind him, walking straight to where Yang Hao was and stopping.

He lowered his head slightly, looking down at Yang Hao, who was struggling to rise with blood on the corners of his mouth; there was no triumph of a victor in his eyes, only a coldness like a deep pool.

”What gives you the confidence to dare to question me, and even attack me?”

Shen Wen spoke, his voice not loud but carrying a chill.

His gaze swept over the attire Yang Hao wore, which represented the Black Annihilation Army of the Ancient Clan, and the chill in his tone deepened: ”Just by relying on this skin you wear, and the two words ’Ancient Clan’ behind it?”

Shen Wen leaned over slightly, as if examining an object, and asked clearly, word by word:

”In the Ancient Clan, you, Yang Hao—who do you think you are?”

”Boom—!”

This sentence was heavier and more ruthless than the punch just now, striking with pinpoint accuracy at the most fragile, most unwilling-to-be-touched part of Yang Hao’s heart!

Yang Hao’s whole body shook violently.

The face that had been flushed red with anger and humiliation instantly drained of color, turning deathly pale, before being flooded with an even deeper, almost morbid flush.

He gritted his teeth so hard that his gums bled, his chest heaving violently, and his blood-red eyes stared fixedly at Shen Wen.

Within them churned shock, anger, resentment, and a trace of panic and shame that even he himself did not want to admit.

Who did he think he was?

Yes, in the Ancient Clan where Bloodline is supreme and the Rank system is strict, who was Yang Hao?

Although his mother was a member of the Ancient Clan, she was not of the core direct lineage.

And he was even an outsider who had not even been able to obtain the noble surname ”Gu”!

His Bloodline concentration… could not be called high at all; among the younger generation of the Ancient Clan, he was far from the top.

Being able to enter the Black Annihilation Army and sit in this position today was mostly due to the remaining connections of his mother’s family, his own passable talent, and fighting more ruthlessly and desperately than others.

Pursuing Young Miss Xun’er—that affection might have been somewhat genuine, but the deeper, more hidden driving force…

…was it not an attempt to use this almost impossible marriage to completely leap over the Dragon gate and wash away the ”stain” of being an outsider?

To let his own impure Bloodline truly Rank among the core of the Ancient Clan?

This hidden pain and ambition had been deeply buried by him, wrapped layer by layer in the glory of the Black Annihilation Army and outward arrogance.

Now, however, it had been exposed in public by Shen Wen, casually yet incredibly cruelly!

”You… you…”

A rattling sound came from Yang Hao’s throat; he wanted to refute, to rebuke angrily, but discovered that all words felt pale and powerless under the other party’s penetrating gaze and cold questioning.

A massive sense of humiliation submerged him like a tide, even temporarily suppressing the severe pain in his body.

He struggled to climb up, to prove that he was not an ant, but the double blow to his injuries and his mind meant that he only managed to prop up his upper body futilely before swaying powerlessly again.

The members of the Black Annihilation Army, who were being restrained by Space Power on the side, also fell into a deathly silence.

It was not that they did not know about Lord Yang Hao’s background, but in the army, strength and position were authority.

Now that this scar had been nakedly exposed by Shen Wen, the looks they cast at Yang Hao, besides worry for their superior, inevitably flashed with a trace of complex emotion.

Shen Wen straightened up, no longer looking at the dejected Yang Hao on the ground, and his gaze swept over the frozen Black Annihilation Army.

”Take your people and leave.” His tone had returned to being calm, yet carried an unquestionable power. ”Go back and tell the person who sent you that I have no grudge against the Ancient Clan, but I also do not fear any unprovoked provocation. If there is a next time…”

He did not continue, but that silent chill made the hearts of all the Black Annihilation Army soldiers tremble.

A pale green graceful figure walked slowly in from outside the door.

The person who arrived was none other than Xiao Xun Er.

She wore a green dress, her appearance as beautiful as a painting.

But at this moment, those clear eyes swept slightly over the messy ground in the courtyard and the energy ripples that had not yet completely dissipated in the air.

And at Yang Hao, who was being supported, his face ashen and his mouth stained with blood; her brows furrowed imperceptibly.

Immediately, her gaze passed over the crowd and landed on Shen Wen, a trace of apology flashing in her eyes, though there was more of a helpless understanding.

”Brother Shen.” Xiao Xun Er’s voice was clear and calm, breaking the slightly stagnant atmosphere in the courtyard.

She bowed slightly, as a form of greeting.

Then she looked at Yang Hao on the ground, turned her gaze back to Shen Wen, and said in a gentle tone: ”Could you please release them first?”

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the Black Annihilation Army members who seemed even more awkward due to her appearance, some even subconsciously straightening their backs.

Shen Wen waved his hand, and the Space Power on the Black Annihilation Army members, except for Yang Hao, vanished.

Xiao Xun Er looked at Yang Hao, who was still lying on the ground, and said helplessly: ”This time… it was my lack of consideration that caused you trouble.”

Shen Wen looked at Xiao Xun Er, who had appeared suddenly, with no great surprise on his face.

The root cause of Yang Hao’s ”raging for the sake of a beauty” just now was self-evident.