Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

Chapter 1143: Chapter 1137: Found You

“Treacherous dog!”

“Are you even a fucking human?”

“You eat from the Li family’s bowl, yet you turn around and smash our pot! You motherfucker!”

The Seven Ironclads had spent many years tempering themselves in the Auric Empire and had already reached the Divinity Transformation realm.

All seven possessed physical bodies that could only be described as monstrous.

Now, in the heat of battle, their features shifted into ferocious forms: one sprouted massive wings from his back, another towered like a giant, and a third was entirely encased in dragon scales.

With trouble brewing back home, and the elders and juniors pinned down in the Western Frontier, they naturally had to step up and fight this massive battle.

It was the perfect opportunity to strike wherever commanded and earn some well-deserved face in front of the younger generation.

Yet they had never expected to sense the sudden disappearance of the old ancestor’s aura on a distant battlefield. Nor did they anticipate the Martial Emperor pulling a cowardly stunt like this, prompting their furious barrage of curses.

“Elders, let us kill them all together.”

Li Zhiheng furrowed his brow slightly.

As he manipulated the myriad Dharmas within the Sacred Heart Domain of his Void Refining space, his “Heart-Slaying” technique had just begun to take its toll on the two from the Qiu Clan.

He certainly hadn’t expected the Martial Emperor to be the first one whose heart faltered instead.

The remaining defenders exchanged a swift glance, nodded in unison, and charged forward with killing intent.

The Seven Ironclads were impossibly fierce and brave.

Having reached the Divinity Transformation realm, the unique benefits of bathing in the blood of the Mad Blood Demon Lord had grown exponentially more potent. How could they possibly fear death?

Li Zhiheng himself possessed the Heavenly Dao Divine Heart.

Back then, the Zhao Clan’s old ancestor had been a similar kind of monster—one whose heart would not extinguish, and whose physical body and Spirit Soul refused to perish—though he simply hadn’t been as overwhelmingly powerful as the Seven Ironclads.

“High Ancestress, use your Red Spider Lily arts to cover us from the outside! The clan elders and I will lock them down in close combat!”

As Li Zhiheng’s voice echoed, the eight of them charged out without a second’s hesitation.

In an instant, a storm of Red Spider Lilies filled the sky.

The Seven Ironclads pushed the vanguard, charging forth one after another.

Battered by overpowering Void Refining Spiritual power, their bodies were repeatedly blasted into a bloody mist, yet they relentlessly reformed and charged again.

Li Zhiheng fared slightly better. Already at the Void Refining realm, whenever his body was torn to shreds, his Heavenly Dao Divine Heart would issue a resonant thump, and he would instantaneously recover.

“Bastards! There has to be a way to deal with these eight. Xunfa, combine your ice arts with mine to seal them away!”

Qiu Naihe barked harshly.

They had been deadlocked for what felt like an eternity, but what truly chilled him to the bone were these eight unkillable freaks.

Even the Mad Blood Demon Lord—currently clashing with Qiu Xundao—was an equally undying monster.

If not for this, he wouldn’t have needed to rope in the Martial Emperor.

Seeing the Martial Emperor genuinely take their side and shatter the giant among the Li Clan’s Seven Ironclads with a single punch, the mounting dread in his eyes finally dissipated by a fraction.

“Thank you, Your Excellency,” he said in a deep, grateful tone. “Once the Li Clan is annihilated, the Grand Tutor and we will ensure you are handsomely rewarded!”

Seeing the Martial Emperor genuinely take their side and shatter the giant among the Li Clan’s Seven Ironclads with a single punch, the mounting dread in his eyes finally dissipated by a fraction.

“Thank you, Your Excellency,” he said in a deep, grateful tone. “Once the Li Clan is annihilated, the Grand Tutor and I will ensure you are handsomely rewarded!”

In the next heartbeat, the scene within the Void Refining space shifted into something utterly bizarre.

Above the sprawling sea of Red Spider Lilies, a furious blizzard raged; wherever the icy blooms landed, indiscriminate slaughter followed.

Qiu Xunfa, a cultivator of the Dao of Shadows, continuously shifted his form, seamlessly swapping places wherever shadows fell.

Boom! Boom! Dharma Treasures clashed relentlessly, echoing like thunder.

Fairy Hongxiu’s crimson sleeves swept outward, carrying a torrent of Red Spider Lilies toward the two Qiu Clan members and the Martial Emperor, only to be violently repelled by their surging Spiritual power.

Ultimately, her cultivation base was just a fraction too weak.

Yet, amidst this maelstrom of Spiritual power, the eight members of the Li Clan put on an absolute visual feast of immortality.

Blasted to pieces, only to be instantly reborn, they relentlessly charged and unleashed their techniques without pause.

The Seven Ironclads channeled the seven great pillars of the Shaman Tribe, powers formed by fusing totems the clan had seized from decades of bloody war against the shamans.

Even in the fleeting moments of their “deaths,” their bodies automatically unleashed devastating Shamanic arts.

Surges of undying demonic qi cascaded outward, carrying vile, invasive Spiritual properties: pollution, corrosion, and virulent poison.

If tainted by even a drop of their blood, a Void Refining cultivator would suffer.

But Li Zhiheng was exponentially more troublesome.

His Heavenly Dao Divine Heart flawlessly deduced the myriad Dharmas, allowing him to weave complex techniques at his mere fingertips.

He battled Qiu Xunfa—who could strike at any moment from the shadows cast by the sky full of ice flowers—with an entirely expressionless face.

Even when half his torso was blown away, his remaining half casually continued weaving hand seals.

Suddenly, the Martial Emperor’s phantom flickered into view and obliterated Li Yundou with a single punch, sending his scale-covered head sailing high into the clouds.

Li Yundou’s disembodied head cursed loudly, “You stinky old man, are you actually hitting us?!”

In the blink of an eye, the splattered flesh and blood sprouted writhing tendrils, aggressively snapping back together to perfectly restore his body.

Frustrated, Li Yundou glared at the Martial Emperor’s highly punchable face and threw a retaliatory hook.

A second later, confusion washed over his face as he stared at his own fist, and then at the Martial Emperor, who was suddenly rocketing backward.

“Huh? Is my punch really that overpowered? I just sent a peak Void Refining expert flying!”

Little did he know, the Martial Emperor’s dramatic backward flight was an intentional maneuver to track a retreating shadow hiding beneath a falling ice flower.

That slippery shadow was desperately trying to attach itself to another reflection.

“Found you.”

The myriad phantoms of martial arts, fully refined into Dharma, rapidly condensed.

Across the Void Refining space, these projections surged over the frozen ice and the blooming sea of Red Spider Lilies.

A trace of old cunning flashed across the Martial Emperor’s wrinkled face; he had already locked onto the panicked Spirit Soul of Qiu Xunfa lurking within that shadow.

The martial Dharma phantoms overlapped layer upon layer, forming a massive, inescapable hollow pillar. It completely encircled the shadow, forcing Qiu Xunfa to dart around in a blind panic like a tiny fish trapped in a water bottle.

As the phantoms executed their martial forms, an overwhelming density of martial Spiritual power condensed into a singularity.

“Old Ancestor, save me!!!”

Qiu Xunfa shrieked in absolute terror.

Far in the distance, Qiu Naihe—still hopelessly tangled up by the eight undying monsters—had a sudden, drastic change in expression.

“Save you?”

The Martial Emperor smiled, a savage, predatory grin.

“You lot are really fucking stupid. Did you genuinely believe dragging Granny Guo out of the woodwork would be enough to handle the Li Clan’s old ancestor?”

“What?” Qiu Naihe’s face contorted in pure horror.

He could clearly feel it… No, his very Spirit Soul felt the violent piercing of the Void Refining space.

The Li Clan’s old ancestor, who supposedly had completely lost his aura, was already standing right there.

High in the cloudy sky, an endless array of ethereal mirrors manifested.

Brutal long spears thrust out from within those mirrors, effortlessly impaling Qiu Chuhui, Granny Guo, and eight of the Qiu Clan’s supposedly elite trump cards.

Behind them, the Li Clan’s old ancestor strolled as casually as if he were taking a walk through his own courtyard.

“No!”

Right on the heels of Qiu Naihe’s despair-filled roar…

The Martial Emperor’s face twisted into the visage of an evil demon.

“Did you fools really think the Western Frontier housed the true experts? The real monsters are right here!

The Li Clan’s old ancestor, the Mad Blood Demon Lord, the Seven Ironclads, and little Zhiheng—they are the truly terrifying existences!

Every single one of them is on par with the Zhao Clan’s old ancestor from back in the day!”

No one understood the sheer, suffocating terror of these Li Clan members better than the oldest, strongest generation of the Azure Cloud Prefecture.

Think of the absolute heavenly talent the Zhao Clan’s old ancestor possessed back then.

The image of that colossal, unyielding heart and its rhythmic thump, thump still haunted the old man’s eyes and echoed in his ears.

Yet even an invincible titan like him had been slowly, agonizingly worn down to nothing by these very Li Clan experts.

They were the unshakable bedrock of the Azure Cloud Prefecture.

“And me too. Back then, this old man was merely at the mid-stage of the Void Refining realm.

Now, sitting at the peak of the Void Refining realm, I only have a paltry two or three thousand years left to live.”

With a thought, the martial phantoms fully detonated, forcefully merging martial arts and Dharma into one catastrophic blow.

A colossal fist slammed down from the cloudy heavens, leaving Qiu Xunfa with absolutely nowhere to run!

Following the devastating strike, the Martial Emperor smugly tucked his hands back into his sleeves.

The little old man stared down the distant Qiu Naihe.

“Well, isn’t this perfect? Your best runner is now heavily crippled. Not a single one of you is getting out of here alive.”

The little old man puffed out his chest, holding his chin high.

Feeling the completely dumbfounded gazes of the nine fools standing behind him—the Seven Ironclads, Li Zhiheng, and Fairy Hongxiu—he felt a boundless, intoxicating sense of satisfaction.

It was easily just as satisfying as the days when Li Yuanwu had first begged to learn martial arts from him.

He muttered under his breath, “If only Fairy Bai were still alive. The current me could finally return the brutal beating she gave me back then.”

That bastard surnamed Qiu had dared to ask what the Li family could possibly offer him.

Hehe. He didn’t care about anything else, but he knew for a fact he never had to fear Old Daoist Baimei of Azure Mist Mountain ever again.

He had premium Dharma Treasures, an endless supply of medicinal pills, and the clan’s merchant lineage treated him exactly like their own revered ancestor.

That little brat Li Yuanshang had even sworn that as long as his esteemed self kept the Li Clan safe, the kid would pave a broad, shining Great Dao straight to the Body Integration realm for him—even if it bankrupted both Yuanshang and the entire clan in the process.

Hell, even if he were about to kick the bucket, that brat Yuanshang would ensure he retired in absolute luxury.

Whether he could actually break through to the Body Integration realm, the Martial Emperor genuinely didn’t know.

He only knew that with the Li Clan, he lived freely and happily.

Having finally reached the zenith of the martial path, everything boiled down to the carefree nature of the Dao—simply seeking a lasting peace of mind.

Boom!

Following the massive detonation of the martial Dharma, an intensely brilliant light flourished across the battlefield.

A phantom suddenly struck, cutting cleanly through the frozen red mist and the sprawling sea of Red Spider Lilies.

In the nick of time, Qiu Xunfa was snatched from the jaws of death by Qiu Xundao, who had forcefully barged into the Void Refining space.

Qiu Xundao heavily supported Qiu Xunfa, whose body was now left gruesomely half-destroyed.

The mid-stage Void Refining expert—a master who excelled at vanishing into shadows and could traverse anywhere in the vast world—violently coughed up a mouthful of pitch-black blood.

Backed into a corner, the three from the Qiu Clan huddled tightly together.

Across the Void Refining space, the pack of the Li Clan’s undying monsters began a slow, menacing approach.

The Li Clan’s old ancestor was heavily wreathed in surging black mist, casually trailing mirrors behind him that still contained the bleeding, impaled members of the Qiu Clan.

The Mad Blood Demon Lord rested a massive saber on his shoulder, his unkempt hair whipping wildly in the wind.

The Martial Emperor swaggered to the front of the Seven Ironclads, Fairy Hongxiu, and Li Zhiheng, raising a brazen middle finger directly at the three terrified, nervously glancing Qiu Clan members.

“Ten unkillable monsters, and every single one is ten times stronger than they used to be. If you think you’ve got the skill, why don’t you try breaking through to half-step Mahayana right now and see if it helps?”

The approaching Li Wei casually scratched his head, taking in the bloody battlefield and the furious, trembling trio from the Qiu Clan.

Although he had no idea what had just transpired here, he still… immediately tossed aside the mangled corpses he had been dragging.

A sudden spatial rift ripped open right beside the three Qiu Clan members.

Because when it came to killing enemies, the swift claimed the glory, and the slow were left with scraps.

Realizing they were about to be robbed of their kills, the expressions of the Li Clan members drastically shifted, and under the utterly despairing gazes of the Qiu trio, they swarmed forward like a ravenous pack of wolves.

Li Yundou frantically shifted fully into his Demon Shaman form and unleashed a furious roar.

“Old Ancestor, wait for me!!!”

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