The Azure Blood Demonic Bats danced everywhere in the sky. With every low sweep of their wings, a martial artist from the Ling or Mo families would have their head severed, their corpse snatched into the air by the bats, and chewed apart with great, audible snaps.

Three long, broad rivers of blood surged through the Ling compound like colossal, crimson dragons, utterly demolishing the stone buildings one by one. They dragged members of the Ling and Mo families into their depths, their agonizing screams echoing as they were submerged, leading to violent, explosive deaths.

The Ling residence had become an Asura slaughterhouse, where rivers of coagulated blood flowed like trickling streams. Limbs lay scattered, and bones flew through the air.

A celebration had instantly transformed into a funeral dirge. Hundreds from the Ling and Mo families had already perished in a short span.

Ling Jue, Ling Jie, and Mo Tuo stood below, their eyes burning crimson, roaring madly as they tried to repel a force utterly beyond their control.

Alas, whether Ling Jue, Ling Jie, or Mo Tuo, all possessed cultivation only at the Nirvana Realm, far from the Heaven Rank, leaving them unable to break the void and take flight.

They could only unleash their innate Martial Souls, condensing lightning and defensive barriers to counter the ravages of the Azure Blood Demonic Bats, attempting to fend off the frenzied slaughter wrought by the Yang Family’s Asura Blood Guards.

Unfortunately, the majority of the Yang Family’s Asura Blood Guards boasted cultivation at the Status or Nidus Realms, many of their ranks matching or exceeding that of Ling Jue and Mo Tuo. Furthermore, accompanying the bats were peerless experts like Shi Jian and Zuo Xu, who leveraged the aerial advantage of the Demonic Bats to continue the bloody purge upon the Ling and Mo clans.

Ling Jue and Mo Tuo, drenched in blood, watched their descendants’ heads continually severed and bodies devoured by the bats, descending into hysterics. They frantically pushed their Martial Souls to their limits, only to be relentlessly suppressed by the Asura Blood Guards riding the Azure Blood Demonic Bats.

Bu Bo, the poison man from the Poison Dragon Valley, stood within the Ling courtyard, his expression intensely sinister.

Beside him, the skilled experts who had accompanied him from the Poison Dragon Valley were also being cut down by the Asura Blood Guards. Watching his companions fall one after another, Bu Bo’s eyes seemed ready to spew blood, and plumes of multi-colored venomous smoke and light erupted from him, shooting upwards.

Poison Man Bu Bo possessed the cultivation of the Heaven Rank. When he struck with full power, his might was undeniable. He immediately tore down several low-flying Asura Blood Guards, using his potent poison to instantly kill several of the lower-ranked guards.

"Hmph!" Asura King Xiao Hanyi uttered a soft sound, his gaze sweeping towards Bu Bo. The scar on his face twitched, and he let out a booming laugh: "Interesting!"

With that, Xiao Hanyi slapped the Azure Blood Demonic Bat and suddenly descended from it, shooting down like a streak of blood light directly towards Bu Bo.

The Azure Blood Demonic Bat, dragging Shi Yan, continued its flight toward the bridal chamber.

Aboard the Bat, Shi Yan frowned, engulfed by swirling negative energy, a storm of violent, murderous intent brewing within him. He cast a cold glance at the Poison Man Bu Bo.

"Young Master Yan, you go," Xiao Hanyi said, his back to Shi Yan, chuckling strangely. Blood Qi churned in his left palm, and a terrifying, earth-shattering malevolent aura suddenly coalesced there.

The Blood Fiend Qi rapidly condensed; in an instant, it solidified into a blood-red eyeball, the size of a human head!

The eyeball stared wide open, brimming with endless malevolence, locking directly onto Poison Man Bu Bo.

Stared down by the blood-red orb the size of a human head, Bu Bo’s heart clenched, and a flicker of terror crossed his face.

"Using poison, are we?" Xiao Hanyi sneered. The blood-red eyeball in his hand shot out abruptly, hurtling towards Bu Bo with crushing force.

As the blood-red eyeball hung in mid-air, the sanguine light flared intensely, resembling the Eye of a God or Demon, seeming intent on dragging people into an endless abyss of bloodlust, pulling them deep into hell.

Just as Poison Man Bu Bo prepared to act, he shockingly discovered his own blood surging wildly, spurting uncontrollably from his mouth in a gush of crimson. Blood also began leaking uncontrollably from his eyes, nostrils, and ears.

Before the blood-red eyeball even struck him, Bu Bo had turned into a human sculpture of blood, all of it originating from his own body.

Bu Bo’s face twisted in horror. Fear surfaced for the first time; he dared not remain, fleeing the Ling compound in utter disarray.

Seeing the Heaven Rank Poison Man Bu Bo flee in panic before any real confrontation could take place, Ling Jue and Mo Tuo, who had pinned their hopes on him, felt an icy chill suffuse their entire bodies, as if the strength had been utterly drained from them.

Bu Bo had been their ultimate reliance against the Shi family, the very reason they dared to act so recklessly toward the Shi clan—because of the Poison Dragon Valley, because of Bu Bo.

If Bu Bo fled so miserably, they immediately realized that the scarred, ferocious man must be an exponentially more terrifying powerhouse than Bu Bo!

The two felt true despair settle in their hearts.

"The Asura Blood Guards are responsible for finishing off everyone here. I’ll be right back," Asura King Xiao Hanyi said unhurriedly, calling out to the Asura Blood Guards on the Azure Blood Demonic Bats. He then transformed into a streak of blood light and sped off in the direction Bu Bo was fleeing, letting out a sinister cackle: "Friend, you wish to escape from me, the Asura King? You are still far too green."

Xiao Hanyi vanished instantly, his voice fading into the distance.

However, the massacre being carried out by the Asura Blood Guards against the Ling family did not cease.

Poison Man Bu Bo fled with incredible speed, neglecting even the warriors from the Poison Dragon Valley. His departure utterly crushed the morale of the Ling and Mo families, and even the masters of the Poison Dragon Valley.

The Asura Blood Guards were already filled with formidable experts, and the Azure Blood Demonic Bats were savagely cruel demonic beasts. Utilizing the bats' speed advantage, the people of the Ling and Mo families were like meat on a chopping block, sliced by torrents of terrifying blades, turning into corpses whose limbs were violently separated from their torsos.

The Ling and Mo families were finished.

Zuo Xu watched the brutal slaughter below, feeling an inexplicable chill creep down his spine.

The Ling and Mo families were among the Five Great Clans of Tianyun City, their strength comparable to his own Zuo family. Seeing two great clans facing extermination today, Zuo Xu regarded the Asura Blood Guards with visible apprehension.

If the Asura Blood Guards could annihilate the Ling and Mo families, wiping out his Zuo family would be just as effortless, especially given the cold-blooded, brutal nature of the Blood Guards, which sent shivers down his back.

Zuo Xu secretly resolved that from this day forward, he must cling tightly to the Shi family. After today, even if it meant swallowing his pride and shamelessly proposing the marriage, he would secure the union between Zuo Shi and Shi Yan.

Inside the bridal chamber.

Mo Yanyu and Ling Shaofeng stared out in stark terror through the gap in the window at the Asura slaughter unfolding outside.

This once joyous bridal chamber, preserved at Shi Yan’s instruction, had not been destroyed by the rivers of blood. This small cluster of stone buildings stood strangely intact amidst the collapsing ruins of the Ling estate.

"Yanyu, let's escape!" Ling Shaofeng hissed, his whole body cold. "As long as we live, there will always be a chance for revenge! You and I are still young; one day, we can reach the Heaven Rank—and then we will make the Shi family pay for their blood debt, slaughtering their entire lineage too!"

Mo Yanyu’s face was drained of color, sorrow flooding her bright eyes. Her voice choked, "We can’t go out! Once we step outside, we’ll be cut down by the warriors riding those beasts. These people intend to wipe out our families completely! If we are discovered, we are certainly doomed!"

"I swear, one day, I will slaughter the entire Shi family!" Ling Shaofeng snarled, his face twisted with boundless hatred smoldering in his eyes.

"Bang!"

The bridal chamber door was blasted open. Shi Yan, wreathed in violent, bloodthirsty Qi, his expression wickedly terrifying, stormed in.

Behind him, two Asura Blood Guards possessing Nirvana Realm cultivation stood composedly at the doorway, glancing indifferently into the room.

"Young Master Yan, we’ll guard the door for you," one of them said with a grin.

"Mm," Shi Yan rasped, walking step by step towards Ling Shaofeng and Mo Yanyu.

"Shi Yan!" Ling Shaofeng’s face changed drastically, his expression instantly turning frantic. "I’ll fight you to the death!"

"Boom!"

Shi Yan, shrouded in white mist, slammed into Ling Shaofeng’s chest like a cannonball.

Amidst the sound of shattering bone, Ling Shaofeng was sent flying backward. When he landed, blood streamed from his seven orifices, and he couldn't even twitch a finger.

Ling Shaofeng only had the cultivation of the Triple Heaven of the Innate Realm. Facing Shi Yan, who now possessed the Second Heaven of the Human Rank and was utilizing an explosive state, Ling Shaofeng was instantly defeated upon contact, left without any strength to retaliate.

"My father wasn't a martial artist! When you moved to kill my father, did you ever imagine this day would come?" Shi Yan sneered. He strode to Ling Shaofeng’s side, grabbed his body, and hurled him towards the Asura Blood Guards. "Hold him up. Let him watch clearly what I intend to do."

With that, Shi Yan lunged toward Mo Yanyu.

Mo Yanyu’s delicate face turned pale, and she shrieked, "What are you trying to do?"

"Take you!"

Shi Yan grinned hideously, suddenly appearing beside Mo Yanyu. His hand opened like a phantom, condensing the negative energy within him, which he slammed directly into Mo Yanyu’s body, paralyzing her.

"Riiip!"

Mo Yanyu’s brilliant, festive bridal silk gown was torn away piece by piece, her snow-white, luminous skin rapidly exposed to the air.

Yanyu's plump breasts rose softly, her pale skin tinged with a delicate flush. Between her long, elegant legs, lush greenery was visible, her secret place fully revealed.

"Drag Ling Shaofeng over here. Make sure he watches closely," Shi Yan chuckled coldly. He violently threw Mo Yanyu’s delicate body onto the bridal dais, pressing down upon her, and roared with laughter, "Mo Yanyu, do you still remember what I said in the Gloomy Forest? I swore I would violate you!"

The two Asura Blood Guards looked on with excitement. They each held Ling Shaofeng, bringing him before Shi Yan so that Ling Shaofeng could clearly see what Shi Yan was about to do.

Ling Shaofeng’s eyes seemed ready to drip blood, roaring madly, "Shi Yan, may you die horribly! I swear, as long as I live, I will flay your skin and tear out your bones! I will make you sink into despair and agony for all your future lives!"

"You! You are that person!" Mo Yanyu suddenly screamed, struggling wildly, only to find she had no power to move her body whatsoever.

"Back then, I merely glanced at you accidentally, and you tried to kill me, even capturing me and forcing me to ingest poison—a truly venomous heart. Today is your wedding day. I will annihilate your clan, and I will violate you in front of your future husband, making you taste what it means to wish for death!" Shi Yan’s face was brutal as he forcefully thrust downward, entering Mo Yanyu's tight passage.

"Ah!"

Mo Yanyu groaned in pain, tears of grief, indignation, and humiliation flowing ceaselessly from her eyes.

"Scream! Scream! Your relatives outside are screaming just like you—but theirs are screams of agony, while yours are screams of lust!" Shi Yan said with a cold face, riding her sleek, luminous white form, whipping her relentlessly, utterly unconcerned whether Mo Yanyu could bear the force.

Ling Shaofeng, held up by the Asura Blood Guards, watched clearly as his fiancée writhed in agony beneath Shi Yan. Ling Shaofeng’s expression was distorted, consumed by devastating grief.

In that moment, his suffering was worse than death. Produced by Yarwen.

Author’s Note: I know that writing this chapter will certainly provoke curses from some of you. Fine, I admit it—I am wicked; I might even be slightly perverse. Go ahead and curse; I won’t hear it, I won’t hear it, I won’t hear it!