Qin Wuyang was furious to the extreme and shouted, "Members of the Qin Family, whoever kills Qin Ze, I will richly reward him!"
Out of the crowd walked another five people.
Several of these individuals were Qin Wuyang's close confidants. Among them were also Second Elder Qin Zhang and Third Elder Qin Shun.
Qin Zhang's cultivation was at the Fourth Level of Heaven Spirit Realm, while Qin Shun had already broken through to the Fifth Level of Heaven Spirit Realm.
The few slowly stepped forward and surrounded Qin Ze.
"I will say this again: I am of the Qin Family's direct lineage. To strike at me is to be a traitor of the Qin Family. Execution without exception!" Qin Ze's gaze was ice-cold as his eyes swept over the eight people in front of him, and he said coldly.
"Kill him! Hurry and kill him!" Qin Wuyang shouted loudly from behind.
Qin Zhang and Qin Shun exchanged glances and closed in on Qin Ze from both sides.
Qin Ze gave a cold laugh and drew a crimson-red longsword from behind his back.
Holding the longsword horizontally, his cold eyes swept across the crowd.
"Who comes to throw their lives away first?"
"Trash, what arrogant words!" Qin Zhang let out a furious roar and leaped forward.
Executing a fierce tiger claw technique, he curled his fingers into claws and lunged directly at Qin Ze's chest.
"Azure Nether Sword Technique..."
Qin Ze uttered a low shout, his right hand trembling as the sword technique flowed forth naturally.
A fierce sword light flickered, and the sword Qi followed the gaps in the flowing air, arriving precisely near Qin Zhang's wrist.
With a gentle twist, a miserable shriek rang out.
"Ah..."
Qin Zhang clutched his severed wrist; a bloody hand already lay on the ground.
The crowd was shocked, and quite a few people gasped sharply.
They looked at Qin Ze in disbelief.
Qin Ze, meanwhile, looked over at Ye Pianyu, their eyes meeting.
Ye Pianyu's eyes were filled with hatred, and an inexplicable sense of humiliation welled up in her heart.
Just moments ago, she had claimed that her Third Level of Earth Spirit Realm made her a hundred times stronger than this piece of trash, Qin Ze.
Now, Qin Ze had severed Qin Zhang's hand with a single stroke, and his strength clearly surpassed hers.
Ye Pianyu bit her lip; her fierce pride made it difficult for her to accept Qin Ze's strength.
*"Impossible, I must find out the truth,"* she thought to herself.
"Die!"
At that moment, Qin Ze let out a low shout, and his longsword pierced straight through Qin Zhang's throat.
The remaining seven people opposite him froze.
Second Elder Qin Zhang had his hand severed in a single move and was wiped out in a single stroke.
What was going on with Qin Ze's strength?
Wasn't he supposed to be trash?
"Attack together!"
Sensing that this Qin Ze was no ordinary person, Qin Shun shouted loudly and led the others into the charge.
Qin Ze flicked his wrist, executing the Azure Nether Sword Technique.
A flash of cold light circulated.
The sword technique was exquisite beyond compare, and red radiance flashed wildly in the night sky.
In the blink of an eye, a head flew into the air, and fresh blood splattered everywhere.
Heaven Spirit Realm martial artists were being harvested like cabbages at will.
Trash?
With this kind of strength, was he trash?
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Qin Ze's figure moved like a ghost through the night.
He wove through the men, making it impossible to capture his exact location.
Even when martial techniques struck him, he seemed completely unaffected.
And with every rise and fall of his sword, another man fell.
One step, one sword; one sword, one life.
Simple and direct, yet harvesting lives like a ghostly deity.
Some were pierced through by the sword, others had their throats directly slit, but whoever they were, they died from a single blow.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss..."
Gasps echoed across the scene. With Qin Ze's strength reaching such terrifying heights, who would ever dare call him trash again?
When Qin Ze appeared today, almost everyone present had been waiting to make a joke of him.
Yet now, who would dare laugh at him?
This heaven-defying display felt like a succession of ringing slaps across the faces of those who had just been casually discussing him.
How could such a Qin Ze be trash?
If he was trash, how many people left in Yuelong City were not trash?
*"This Qin Ze has hidden himself so deeply..."*
*"What a heavy scheming mind, he completely fooled us."*
*"It's not just his scheming; his methods are so ruthless, so vicious."*
Qin Ze stood in the center of the plaza, leaving only Qin Shun out of the eight men.
Qin Shun was Qin Wuyang's own younger brother and the Third Elder of the family.
Clearly panicked, Qin Shun slowly backed away.
Corpses littered his feet, and the stench of blood filled the surrounding air.
In his eyes, this Qin Ze seemed like an Asura from hell.
Behind him, the fury in Qin Wuyang's eyes grew increasingly intense.
"Qin Ze, you brought this death upon yourself; you can blame no one else." Qin Wuyang laid his son's body on the ground, stood up, and his aura surged violently.
The peak of the Ninth Level of Heaven Spirit Realm—he was just a single step away from reaching the Profound Spirit Realm.
"Qin Shun, fall back first," Qin Wuyang said calmly.
As if granted a pardon, Qin Shun turned and hurried toward Qin Wuyang.
"Want to leave?"
Qin Ze let out a cold shout, took two steps forward, and drove his longsword straight through Qin Shun's body.
Qin Shun froze, turned his head to give Qin Ze one last look, and collapsed onto the ground.
Qin Wuyang's eyes threatened to pop out of his skull, his overflowing rage seeming ready to burst forth uncontrollably.
The crowd began to murmur among themselves.
Even though Qin Shun had already ceased to fight, he was still killed by Qin Ze.
This young man of the Qin Family was shockingly vicious.
"I said before, whoever strikes at me meets execution without exception." Looking at the twitching body of Qin Shun on the ground, Qin Ze said coldly.
Qin Wuyang looked out over the corpses covering the ground—these were all his closest family members within the Qin Family.
He laughed out of extreme rage. "Hahaha, little beast, you've done well, killing my own son and my own brother."
"I will have you die..."
Gritting his teeth, Qin Wuyang assumed the starting stance of the fierce tiger claw technique.
The crowd grew quiet. Qin Wuyang was considered a formidable expert in Yuelong City.
With him making a move like this, Qin Ze would undoubtedly die without a doubt.
"Boom..."
Qin Wuyang's aura once again surged to its absolute limit, his body coiled tight as a spring. In the next instant, he would lunge straight toward Qin Ze like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain.
"Stop..."
A rich, heavy voice echoed from the front gate, and a corpulent figure walked through the gates of the Qin Family.
The City Lord?
It was the City Lord!
The Qin Family surely held great prestige for City Lord Mo Tianwen to personally attend their family gathering.
No, it shouldn't be called the Qin Family's prestige—it was Qin Wuyang's prestige.
After all, the current Qin Family was entirely controlled by Qin Wuyang.
Now that the City Lord had made an appearance, even if Qin Ze possessed heaven-shaking abilities, he was bound to die today.
The crowd buzzed with discussion, all eyes focused on the fat man at the entrance.
The newcomer was none other than Mo Tianwen. Although his personal cultivation was ordinary, his status as City Lord, coupled with the troop of extraordinary guards behind him, gave him an imposing presence wherever he went.
No sooner had Mo Tianwen stepped into the Qin Family estate than Qin Wuyang hurried forward to greet him.
"City Lord, thank you for your presence." Qin Wuyang bowed low, a look of utmost reverence on his face.
Mo Tianwen ignored him, his expression cold and arrogant.
Taking a few steps forward, he saw the corpses littering the ground, frowned, and asked, "What has happened in the Qin Family?"
Qin Wuyang hastily replied, "This Qin Ze suddenly went mad, killing not only my son Qin Hao, but also many members of our Qin Family. I was just about to execute him when you, City Lord, called out to stop me."
Mentioning Qin Ze made him grind his teeth in hatred.
Ignoring Qin Wuyang completely, Mo Tianwen spotted Qin Ze and strode rapidly toward him.
Qin Wuyang quickly followed, talking as he walked. "City Lord, this fellow is Qin Ze, the young master whom our Qin Family stripped of his position."
"Unwilling to accept being deposed, he caused a disturbance at the Qin Family assembly today and killed many people. I beg the City Lord to grant me permission to execute him."
Taking a few quick strides, Qin Wuyang cupped his fists and blocked Mo Tianwen's path.
Mo Tianwen halted his steps, his gaze turning slightly cold.
This little tyrant Qin Ze was a figure he could not afford to offend.
And this bastard in front of him wanted him to grant permission to kill Qin Ze? If this idiot wanted to die, that was fine, but did he have to drag him down into the grave as well?
"You mentioned Qin Ze was stripped of his young master position—why was he deposed?" Mo Tianwen asked coldly.