As the Black Bone God Monarch was trapped by the Grand Array, the expression on Gu Juechen's face atop the Gu Tower turned exceptionally grim!

Gu Xiachen, however, simply smirked, straightened his clothes, and firmly tightened his tie. He coughed lightly, then strode toward Gu Juechen with the affected, arrogant gait peculiar to the nobility—a swagger that resembled a duck's waddle.

The two brothers, of similar height, faced each other at close range. Gu Juechen clenched his fists, roaring in a low voice, "You shouldn't have come back."

Gu Xiachen stared intently at Gu Juechen and sneered, "You shouldn't have coveted my share! We are blood brothers; you shouldn't have done such a thing!"

Gu Juechen bellowed fiercely, "But the Gu family should be mine!"

Gu Xiachen raged, "I never intended to fight you for it!"

Gu Juechen waved his hand dismissively and roared, "If you didn't want to fight me, you should have given up everything and left! I could have let you live a life of endless pleasure and decadence! Why must you cling to the small amount of power you hold? Do you have any idea that you control the entire Intelligence Department and more than half of the R&D Department of the Gu Corporation? Without those two departments, what is left of the Gu Corporation?"

Gu Xiachen’s eyes widened. "So what? These assets were left to me by Father!"

Gu Juechen said sinisterly, "Without you, all of this would be mine! And then it would belong to my descendants! Why did that old man even sire a child like you?"

Gu Juechen opened his mouth as wide as he could and roared, "I am over a hundred years old! The entire Gu family should inherently be mine! My great-grandson is already several years older than you! You expect me to share the entire Gu Corporation with you? Damn it, simply because of your short-lived mother, that bitch..."

Words had failed them. Gu Fanchen lunged, throwing a punch straight at Gu Juechen’s face.

Gu Jue, with a fierce cry, unleashed an identical punch aimed squarely at Gu Juechen.

Bang, bang. With two colossal impacts, the brothers struck each other’s faces simultaneously. Gu Xiachen felt as if his face had been hit by the main cannon of a battleship. Red light flickered before his eyes, heat waves seemed to steam his head like a roasted sweet potato, and blood spurted from all seven orifices as he was sent flying backward hundreds of meters, tossed clean off the roof of the Gu Tower.

Gu Juechen saw white. A bone-chilling cold instantly stiffened his body, rendering him numb. He too bled from the seven orifices, but the blood froze into icy shards the moment it left his skin, scattering on the ground. Gu Juechen’s internal cultivation was stronger than Gu Xiachen's; he managed to withstand the heavy blow, stumbling back only three paces before the force of Gu Xiachen’s punch dissipated.

Parting lips coated in a layer of white frost, Gu Juechen snarled fiercely, "Did you see that? You are inferior to me! Gu Xiachen, you are inferior! By what right do you try to steal what is mine?"

Roar, hoo! With two roars, the brothers Prajna and Mohe stepped forward. In just one stride, they covered nearly a hundred meters, arriving before Gu Juechen. The two brothers formed the Lotus Vase Seal with their hands, driving their four palms forcefully against Gu Juechen’s chest.

"Seal!" Prajna roared.

"Imprint!" Mohe shouted simultaneously.

Gu Juechen was raising his hands to counterattack when a thick layer of white light suddenly enveloped his body, and an invisible, immense force rigidly bound him. The two Mohe palms struck Gu Juechen's chest, sending a lotus-shaped burst of energy saturated with dense death qi deep into his body.

A piercing pain in his chest, an eerie energy—both deathly stagnant and explosively potent—basted his core. Gu Juechen immediately mobilized his zhenqi to meet this bizarre, malevolent force. A flash of red light pulsed at Gu Juechen's chest. Mohe, whose hands were pressed against his brother's chest, grunted and was flung backward. The tyrannical zhenqi, searing hot as molten iron, shattered his Buddhist power and blasted into his arm meridians. Starting from his palm, the veins and bone marrow cracked fiber by fiber. Amidst a string of sharp cracking sounds, Mohe’s arms went limp, resembling soft tofu curds being squeezed.

The red light flickered again, and the white light restraining Gu Juechen was shattered in an instant. Prajna also grunted heavily, spitting up blood in great mouthfuls as he was violently thrown a great distance away.

Dozens of silver lights flashed. Siren's Silver Winged Angels charged toward Gu Juechen, accompanied by the cries of "Long live our master!" Over thirty silver sword beams pierced towards Gu Juechen’s vital points. The sword light was so sharp it resembled the high-energy beam fired by a battleship’s main cannon. Gu Juechen merely sneered, his imposing eyebrows arching sharply. He laughed maniacally, "Little brats, how many years have you practiced martial arts?" Streams of crimson gale erupted from Gu Juechen’s body. The sword lights generated by the thirty-odd Silver Winged Angels were blasted away by the gale when they were still several feet from him.

Gu Juechen casually struck out with dozens of palms, each one landing precisely on the head of a Silver Winged Angel. Bang, bang, bang, bang—after dozens of impacts, all the angels summoned by Siren burst into pieces. Dozens of silver streams of light rapidly retreated into Siren's body. The spiritual energy Siren had infused into these angels was shattered by Gu Juechen, causing Siren to choke, a large amount of blood dripping from his nostrils.

"Damn it!"

A silver light flashed in Siren's eyes. He stared fixedly at Gu Juechen, and suddenly a silver torrent surged from his brow—Siren unleashed a psychic shockwave.

"I merged with a rare Blue Kristal Sphere passed down in our family's secret lore. I refuse to believe..."

The Blue Kristal Sphere offered an amplification factor between fifteen and twenty times. The one Siren possessed was a top-grade specimen, capable of a massive twenty-fold boost. With his mental strength nearing 10,000 Zackra Standard Units, the amplified psychic impact reached around 200,000 Zackra Standard Units!

"A firefly dares to shine alongside the sun!"

Gu Juechen glanced at Siren with disdain. Two points of red light flashed in his eyes, and an identical red torrent roared out.

The red and silver torrents violently collided. The silver tide launched by Siren was instantly pulverized. Siren screamed, stumbling backward. An intense pain ravaged his mind, feeling as if an electric saw was churning his brain matter. A large amount of blood sprayed from Siren’s seven orifices; judging by the torrent, he would likely bleed completely dry soon.

"You, you..."

While rapidly retreating, Siren shrieked in utter shock.

Not only was Gu Juechen’s zhenqi cultivation supreme, but his mental strength cultivation was also a significant leap beyond Siren's!

High in the sky, Aredia cried out in alarm. Dozens of fireballs, trailing immense sonic booms of wind and fire, plunged downward, while nine fire dragons roared incessantly as they dove.

Gu Juechen roared in surprise and anger, "Insolent! You dare destroy my Gu family..." Exasperated, Gu Juechen shot up over a hundred meters, meeting the falling fireballs and dragons with his hands glowing with scorching red light.

Before he could finish speaking, the fireballs and dragons hurtled toward him. With his vision blurred, Gu Juechen instinctively thrust out both palms, releasing two colossal gales several meters in diameter from his palms. The crimson gangjin swept out nearly a thousand meters, blasting the dozens of fireballs and nine fire dragons away, sending them soaring past Aredia's body high into the sky.

A thunderous explosion echoed from the heights. The dark clouds above were blasted open into a massive rift spanning over ten li. Innumerable flashes of lightning crisscrossed within the hole, and with every lightning strike, thick dark clouds materialized, refilling the vast aperture in mere heartbeats.

Peng Hua moved precisely at that moment, his speed astonishing.

One foot shattered the ultra-high-strength floor of the Gu Tower, composed of nano-level synthetic material, spanning dozens of meters around him. Peng Hua transformed into a translucent black shadow, darting in front of Gu Juechen, whose vision was obscured by smoke and fire. The muscle in his right thigh swelled like a mutated spider leg, and Peng Hua channeled all his strength into a kick aimed at Gu Juechen’s lower body.

Crack! Peng Hua's right leg shattered the air, unleashing bursts of white energy. A clean, decisive kick slammed directly into Gu Juechen’s vital lower region.

Gu Juechen, who had just unleashed a heaven-shattering strike, froze abruptly, then sprang upward nearly a thousand meters like a jumping shrimp. His eyes wide with shock, large tears rolled down his face. Gu Juechen clearly perceived that his two vital organs below had been pulverized into paste. An immense purely physical force acted upon his pelvis, propelling his body straight up toward the heavens. Powerful innate zhenqi churned within his body, surging like a bursting flood toward the bodily tissues near his pelvis—it was this constant influx of formidable zhenqi that counteracted the explosive force contained within Peng Hua's kick.

He had merely lost two small, vital organs; otherwise, the other components of his body were not severely damaged.

Gu Juechen’s face contorted as he looked down at the triumphant Peng Hua, trembling as he pointed a finger and roared, "You... are dead!"

Peng Hua cackled, flashing two middle fingers at Gu Juechen, who was a thousand meters away.

Three elderly men and eight middle-aged men cried out in agony, "Father!" and rushed toward Peng Hua. They were all Gu Juechen's biological sons!

Peng Hua laughed wildly, fighting the group while enveloped in scorching, malevolent energy. Peng Hua’s zhenqi cultivation was pitifully weak, but his body was undeniably powerful. Every punch and kick he landed was like the salvo of a battleship’s main battery, causing the Gu Tower to tremble. Especially the scorching evil energy swirling around him constantly invaded the bodies of those nearby, ceaselessly draining their energy. In just a few exchanges, Gu Juechen’s eleven sons were drenched in sweat, their zhenqi and stamina rapidly depleting.

However, these eleven sons of Gu Juechen fought fiercely without respite, constantly rushing at Peng Hua while screaming, "Revenge for Father!" Their shouts of "Daddy," "Father," and "Revenge for our father!" demonstrated a standard of filial piety. Yet, all eleven dutiful sons wore strange smiles, seemingly taking immense pleasure in Peng Hua’s kick to a certain part of Gu Juechen's anatomy.

Shatter! Break! Let it shatter... From now on, there will be no more new brothers!

Peng Hua faintly thought he heard a hypocritical old man humming a little tune.

Gu Xiachen, thrown off by Gu Juechen, plummeted from the Gu Tower. As he fell, office workers on every floor shrieked in terror. Following that, the shockwave from Peng Hua's powerful impact on the roof caused the entire building to shake, leading many Gu Corporation employees to believe an earthquake had struck and prompting a chaotic scramble for escape.

Gu Xiachen regained consciousness just in time, violently shaking his numb head. Two streams of blood jetted from his nostrils, and a faint white cloud suddenly materialized beneath his feet.

Making hand seals, the disheveled man executed the Cloud-Riding Art taught by Xin Jia, riding the white cloud into the sky. He arrived just in time to see Peng Hua kicking Gu Juechen into the air.

"Gu Juechen!" Gu Xiachen roared, his eyes bloodshot as he dove toward his brother in the air. "Give me back the lives of my many brothers!"

That night, Gu Xiachen only managed to escape the Gu Tower because hundreds of family retainers loyal to him made a suicidal stand to cover his retreat—retainers who had served him since childhood! He could still hear the screams of those dying men urging him to flee, causing Gu Xiachen's eyes to turn blood-red!

Gu Juechen, equally furious and in agonizing pain, glared back at Gu Xiachen, screaming, "Bastard! If that old man hadn't made me swear on his deathbed three days before he died that I wouldn't lay a single hair on you, I would have killed you myself with a single palm strike long ago! You bastard! Damn it, I should have broken that oath and killed you myself! Those failures from the Three Witches Sect, those failures!"

"You bastard! You swore an oath in front of Father?" Gu Xiachen suddenly understood. "You... you contaminated the oath you made to Father!"

It was clear that the oath Gu Juechen was forced to take by his father should have been a vow never to touch a single hair on Gu Xiachen for the rest of his life. But Gu Juechen must have exploited the old man’s weakened state on his deathbed, swearing only not to personally touch a single hair on Gu Xiachen! No wonder he hired the Three Witches Sect to act!

Gu Xiachen's rage intensified.

Gu Juechen rapidly descended, pointing at the diving Gu Xiachen and laughing sharply, "Nonsense! He only called me to his bedside three days before he died. You were the one staying with him for three days and three nights! He surely gave you all his life's private hoard! All of it! All of it! Since that's the case, why shouldn't I taint the oath I made to him with loopholes?"

"You!" Gu Xiachen flew closer to Gu Juechen, his heart beating faster and faster, yet he was rendered speechless.

Just as Gu Juechen said, the father had transferred his entire lifetime's accumulated essence, energy, and spirit to Gu Xiachen before death! Not just the Primordial Dao Fetus, but also the Primordial True Canon, that top-tier cultivation manual—all passed to Gu Xiachen! From this perspective, Gu Xiachen had indeed concealed treasures.

"That doesn't give you the right to harm your own kin!"

Gu Xiachen roared, his heart pounding, "That is not a reason!"

Gu Juechen grinned wickedly, "That is the reason! It is completely the reason! By using the Three Witches Sect to kill you, I not only eliminate a thorn in my side, but I also forge a connection with the Three Witches Sect! I can use them to expand the Gu Corporation! Only under my control can the Gu Corporation truly grow and prosper!"

"Damn it, that old man, saying that even arms dealers must adhere to benevolence and morality! Bullshit! We sell weapons! What benevolence is there in selling weapons? We deal in ruthlessness and emotional detachment! I will make the Gu Corporation the sole arms conglomerate in the Earth Federation! I will make the Gu Corporation a monumental force in the Federation! Only I can achieve that! What ancestral heritage of the Gu family? All that is utter nonsense!"