"Annihilate the clan?"
Du Bufan's voice was low and ice-cold, like a freezing wind blowing from the deepest abyss of the netherworld, with a chill capable of instantly freezing the soul. Every single word that escaped his lips sounded like a massive boulder carved from millennium-old profound ice, dropping heavily into the main hall with a dull thud. Accompanied by this muffled sound, the surrounding air seemed congealed by the frost, the temperature plummeting sharply as wisps of cold air drilled into everyone's bone marrow like countless steel needles. His long, narrow eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a tangible, bone-chilling light—much like the sharpest icicles of a winter morning, or a peerless, unsheathed blade thirsting for blood, seemingly capable of slicing everything in its path into dust.
He never could have imagined that simply because of Li Muge's seemingly ordinary yet tangled affairs, the other party could be so rabid and insane as to use the heaven-defying, monstrous atrocity of clan annihilation as a means to achieve their goal. Had Niu Shenwu not arrived in the nick of time like a deity descending from the heavens, the Du Family—a place carrying the hopes and dreams of countless family members—would by now have been dyed red in blood, reduced to a sea of corpses and a ruined purgatory on earth, becoming yet another lamentable, tragic ruin in this cruel and merciless Fantasy World.
Chapter 148