lcionline Chapter 1513
Chapter 1513
"Die!"
As Chen Xuan roared the word "die," his Niwan Palace trembled violently, unleashing terrifying power.
Waves of divine consciousness, like raging ocean waves, directly engulfed a county city below, affecting three to four billion mortal beings.
A spiritual impact is an invisible and intangible force even for cultivators, let alone for those mortals of the Nalan clan.
"Daughter, tonight is your joyous wedding night with your cousin. Don't cry. Your cousin and you have been childhood sweethearts. He has worked very hard and has been accepted as a disciple by a celestial being in the tribe." A woman reached out to wipe away her daughter's tears, speaking with relief about the news she had gathered.
"Waaah, Mother, I have not yet repaid you and Father for raising me, waaah..." The young girl, lightly made up and dressed in a wedding gown, looked at her mother, who had suffered a lifetime of hardship, with tears streaming down her face and choked with sobs.
Snapped--
"Silly child... ah... this, this..."
The old woman was about to reach out and hug her beloved daughter to comfort her, but the next second she suddenly widened her eyes and saw her daughter, whose head had exploded, fall straight to the ground.
Then came the youngest son and husband.
clap clap-
"Ah, why, ah—" The old woman had just recovered from the pain when her head was immediately swept away by a divine sense attack, and her head exploded.
Willow in spring.
"Beat them! Beat them to death! These native tribes who depend on my Nalan clan's fiefdom for survival, these lowly girls, they actually have a temper? Beat them, beat them hard! Sold to this Xichun Willow, you are all just playthings for various young masters!"
An old woman dressed in Nalan totem attire calmly watched a group of pretty tribal girls dressed in animal skins, and ordered her servants to teach them a lesson.
"Hehe, remember this: your tribes all depend on my Nalan clan for survival, so you people, including your lives, all belong to my Nalan clan."
Another man, wielding a rattan whip, stepped on the tribal girl's face and cursed, "If you dare to end your own life, your tribe will be wiped out. Remember that!"
"Hahaha--"
These thirty-odd tribal girls, only thirteen or fourteen years old, have been sent to this dark and sunless compound in what seems to be the umpteenth wave of such arrivals.
“I…we are people, not goods, not…”
"court death!"
clap clap-
The whip continued to lash, and many girls bowed their heads in submission; however, it was necessary to make an example of them.
"Since you're the most unique, then I'll use you to establish my authority." The man holding the rattan whip, cracking the blood-stained whip, walked towards the girl named Qingcao.
The girl showed no fear, staring defiantly at the man and the demonic woman—she had no tribe, she was an orphan, and the one who destroyed her tribe was a spoiled young master of the Nalan clan.
"Watch closely, this is the consequence of rebelling against the Nalan clan!"
brush--
The man lashed out with his rattan whip, creating a sonic boom in the air. One lash would surely kill the girl.
But at this moment——
bang bang bang-
All the thugs in the room, along with the elegantly dressed old woman enjoying tea, had their heads explode, and then they all collapsed to the ground with thuds.
"This……"
The girls stared blankly at everything before them. The girl named Qingcao was the boldest. Seeing her enemy fall to the ground, she overcame her fear, picked up the whip on the ground, and lashed the old woman hard.
Just then, a disheveled girl in animal skins rushed in, shouting, "Sisters, they're all dead! They're all dead! Run for your lives!"
Old farmers in the mountains, playboys in brothels, students in private schools, wedding processions on the streets... anyone identified as a mortal belonging to the Nalan clan had their head explode and died.
The once bustling city of mortals was instantly reduced to nothing but exploited brothel women and servants huddled in the streets with straw markers stuck in their heads.
A deathly silence, an utterly terrifying silence, spread in an instant.
The Nalan clan possesses three fiefdoms and has nurtured over 10 billion clansmen, a number that is neither too many nor too few. For ease of management, these mortal cities are systematically settled, greatly reducing the difficulty for Chen Xuan to distinguish them.