Chapter 959 - 358: Your Death Tricks Are Far Too Childish!

The words had barely left his mouth.

Fang Qingyu’s figure transformed into a dazzling starlight, difficult for the naked eye to capture.

His body, covered in Star Point Tribulation Crystal, left a trail of fine silver glimmers, seemingly teleporting, disregarding the four black-robed guards like stone sculptures at the door, bypassing them directly.

The target, aiming straight at the giant door.

Boom——

A deafening explosion shattered the stillness of the night.

The giant door, forged from an unknown alloy, under Fang Qingyu’s seemingly casual yet Heaven Patrol Shattered Stars trajectory-infused punch, shattered instantly like fragile glaze struck by an invisible giant hammer.

Countless door fragments mixed with flying metal components.

Shooting in all directions.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The muffled sound of penetration echoed continuously.

The four guards, even before they could react, were directly pierced and torn apart by door fragments brimming with terrifying kinetic energy.

Under the black robes burst large masses of filthy, sticky black blood mixed with shattered entrails, instantly staining the cold ground red.

They fell twitching, like discarded ragdolls, life completely absent beneath their hollow masks.

And Fang Qingyu’s figure, amid the loud crash of the door and the bloody, flesh-tearing wind, had vanished into the profound darkness beyond the door, as fast as if he had never been there.

"Follow up!"

Wei Banmeng’s clear voice was like an icy spring.

Instantly suppressing the boiling blood of hundreds of elites behind her who had witnessed the door-breaking scene.

Her figure flickered, the second to rush through the gaping hole in the broken door.

Chu Kuanglan let out a beast-like low growl, his Qi Blood surging all around, crushing in like a tank.

Jiang Wei turned into a fiery red stream.

Su Wanqing and Lin Yu followed closely, while Lu Jiuyuan and other core members led the silent and murderous black torrent behind them, flooding into the Celestial Punishment Association headquarters!

Killing intent, like a tangible cold tide.

Instantly swept through the cold foyer of this massive building.

.....

Meanwhile, in the city center.

On the top floor rooftop of the Lingxiao Association Headquarters Building.

Few people came here.

Or rather, few people could reach the rooftop.

At the moment, the night wind howled, blowing against the wide robes of two elders.

Old Ghost slightly hunched his back, standing respectfully behind a tall, white-haired elder whose visage was ancient and rock-like.

This elder was the true Stabilizing Needle of the Lingxiao Association.

Once ranked second among the top ten Martial Saints of the City of Injustice.

Lingxiao.

Lingxiao stood with hands behind his back, his gaze locking onto the direction of the Celestial Punishment Association headquarters.

"It has begun."

Lingxiao’s voice was calm and unwavering, yet carried a sense of age.

Old Ghost’s heart tightened, quickly bowing: "Forefather... should we go to help?"

In his voice, there was an unnoticeable hint of urgency and trepidation.

Fang Qingyu’s domineering demeanor flipping the table was still fresh in his mind.

Though the Lingxiao Association was the first to pledge allegiance, now it walked on thin ice as well.

Lingxiao slowly turned around.

The moonlight shone on his ancient face, and those deep eyes calmly gazed at Old Ghost, ignoring his question, instead asking: "All these years, I’ve been pursuing the Martial Venerate realm, seldom concerning myself with the gang’s mundane affairs. Do you remember how many years we’ve been in this City of Injustice?"

Old Ghost shivered, his mind racing, cold sweat soaking his temples at once.

He strained to recall those earliest, long-blurred memories, his voice shaky and uncertain: "Four... forty-five years??"

Lingxiao’s gaze remained calm, as if penetrating the dust of years gone by.

He again looked toward the distant area shrouded in the Force Field: "Do you know why we left our homeland to come to this City of Injustice?"

"This..."

Old Ghost’s heart felt as if seized tightly by an invisible hand, nearly stopping it from beating.

Of course, he knew.

As a core member of the family, how could he forget that profound initial intention?

To escape a powerful foe’s pursuit, to preserve the family’s lineage, and even more so, for the forefather here to accumulate Power in this Lawless Land, to attempt breaking into the supreme Tier Four Martial Venerate realm.

Once successful, he could lead the Ling Family back to the Federation, washing away shame, reclaiming past glory!

However...

These forty-five years of decadent power in the City of Injustice.

Like the sweetest poison, had long corroded his ambition.

Money, women, the thrill of life and death...

He had long indulged in it, burying the family’s mission, the desire to return to the Federation, even wilfully forgotten it.

Now suddenly exposed by the forefather.

Tremendous shame and panic...

Caused his lips to tremble, throat to tighten, unable to utter a single word of plea: "Forefather... I... I deserve a thousand deaths..."

Lingxiao’s gaze didn’t linger long on Old Ghost, kneeling and trembling on the ground.

He looked once more towards the Celestial Punishment Association headquarters’ invisible Force Field Barrier, his voice deep:

"Go."

"Take those previously overlooked."

"Go to the Celestial Punishment Association."

"Go to fight for a lifeline for our Ling Family."

"This is the last thing you can do."

...

Inside the Celestial Punishment Association headquarters, foyer.

The hundreds of elites led by Wei Banmeng had just flooded in, an intense stench of blood greeted them.

On the cold, slick floor, lay over a dozen black-robed corpses, strewn about in various poses of death.