Cultivation: I Have a Skill Level Panel

"I am Yan Hu, a True Disciple of the Red Moon Divine Palace!"

"As for why I have come to this place... shouldn’t you be well aware?!" Yan Hu’s expression was indifferent, but his voice carried a bone-chilling cold that seemed to drop the temperature of the air around them.

At these words, everyone’s faces contorted in shock, and their bodies trembled. A True Disciple of the Red Moon Divine Palace! ’How could their Wang Family possibly afford to offend such a person?’

Meanwhile, the Cultivators and common folk within Guangping City gazed up at the sky. It was as black as ink, with dark clouds churning and winds howling, filling them with a sense of dread.

"Wh-what is going on?" someone whispered.

"A terrifyingly powerful expert has arrived, causing a change in the heavens! Look, over at the Yue Family Mansion!" someone else explained, pointing to the source of the disturbance.

Everyone turned to look toward the Yue Family Mansion. There, suspended in the void, was a young man in dark red robes, exuding a terrifying aura.

...

Upon hearing Yan Hu’s words, Wang Zhenlong was startled. A tempest raged in his heart, shaking him to his core, and his heart leaped into his throat. Yet, thanks to his impressive composure, his expression remained almost unchanged as he said in a low voice, "I truly do not know what Your Excellency means."

Hmph!!

Yan Hu let out a cold snort. The void trembled violently, and for an instant, it was as if a thunderclap had exploded. The Wang Family members below stumbled backward, and those with weaker Cultivation were instantly and severely injured! Even Wang Zhenlong, the strongest among them at the True Martial Fifth Layer, had blood trickling from his ears.

"Since I have already appeared here, do you really think you can continue to hide things from me?!"

"Or perhaps I should give you a hint? For instance, the Great Dream Daoist, Ouyang Ke!"

The moment that name was spoken, the Wang Family Patriarch, Wang Zhenlong, could no longer maintain his composure. His face was a mask of horror, his eyes filled with three parts panic, three parts shock, and four parts disbelief.

"Who would have thought that a thousand years ago, when the Great Dream Daoist, who once shook the Southern Wilderness, died and his nine generations of kin were exterminated, there would inevitably be a few fish who slipped through the net.

"In the Ouyang Mansion, which numbered nearly ten thousand, a steward by the surname of Wang was lucky enough to escape with his life."

"That would have been fine, but he absolutely should not have taken something that didn’t belong to him and fled here." Yan Hu’s gaze was indifferent, his voice like ice. The temperature around him plummeted, making him seem like the true Yama, come to claim a soul. It was terrifying.

By now, Wang Zhenlong was drenched from head to toe in a cold sweat.

"What in the world is Your Excellency talking about?! I have no idea what you mean!" Wang Zhenlong forced himself to swallow.

BANG!

The words had barely left his mouth when Yan Hu’s eyes turned cold. A powerful Momentum, so strong it felt tangible, erupted from him and instantly slammed into Wang Zhenlong.

The tangible might of the blow sent Wang Zhenlong flying backward, crashing violently into a courtyard wall. Rubble crumbled and dust billowed into the air.

"Patriarch!!" everyone cried out in alarm, their voices trembling with fear. The strongest person in the Wang Family couldn’t even withstand his opponent’s aura—’how could they possibly fight this?!’

"If you don’t know, then you can all just die!!"

"Once I’ve slaughtered all of you, I can find the information I need anyway." Yan Hu’s voice was frigid; he clearly had no intention of dragging this out. He was a True Disciple of the Red Moon Divine Palace. How could someone of his noble status linger in a place like this? He would just kill them all and use the Sect’s Soul-Searching Technique to get the information he needed.

At this thought, killing intent surged from Yan Hu. The full power of his True Martial Ninth Layer Cultivation erupted. His Blood-colored True Essence pulsed forth, making the very heavens and earth tremble.

In the next moment, he gathered an ocean of Blood-colored True Essence and struck out with his palm. Instantly, a colossal, blood-red Palm Seal spanning dozens of kilometers materialized. It was as if the palm contained a world-sized sea of blood, and it crushed through the void, blanketing the sky as it descended to annihilate everyone below!!

"Th-this...!" The members of the Wang Family stared, dumbfounded. Their hearts plunged into a bottomless abyss, as if they were being drowned by endless fear, unable to muster even a sliver of resistance.

"Is... is this the end...!!" someone stammered, their voice trembling.

Suddenly,

just as the Blood Sea Divine Palm was about to crush them, a young man’s voice echoed across the heavens and earth.

"You wish to harm the Wang Family? Did you ask for my permission?"

Following the voice, a Starlight Blade suddenly tore through the void. It resembled a massive galaxy from beyond the heavens, ripping through layers of space and stretching across the entire sky before viciously slicing the miles-wide blood-red divine palm in two!