My Celestial Ascension
Chapter 784 784: A Message To Deliver

"Y-YOUNG MASTER!!!!" The clan elders shouted in panic as they saw Denise being sent flying by Yuan's powerful kick. They were all horrified once again.

"Cough! Cough!" Denise coughed up blood, his internal organs damaged by the brutal blow. The pain in his abdomen was unbearable, preventing him from standing.

"Y-You bastard…" he growled weakly, struggling to lift himself with trembling arms.

"I thought you'd become a saint after getting beaten by me," Yuan said, his voice cold and furious as he stepped forward, "but much to my disappointment, you haven't changed at all."

Then—crunch! Yuan stepped on Denise's hand with force.

"AGGHHH!!" Denise cried out in agony, the sound of bones cracking echoing through the hallway. The elders winced, horrified, frozen in place.

None of them dared to stop Yuan. His sheer presence, his overwhelming aura—it made it impossible to intervene. They watched helplessly as Denise writhed and screamed on the ground.

His cries of pain echoed in every corner of the palace, shaking the hearts of even Aisha and Angela, who looked at the scene in disbelief. They had never seen Yuan this cruel before, never imagined his fury would be so merciless.

"Aghh! Stop it! Stop it! It hurts!!" Denise screamed, begging as Yuan twisted his foot, grinding his crushed hand into the floor.

"Huh? Do you think I take orders from the likes of you?" Yuan sneered, twisting his foot even more, causing Denise to wail.

"At the Grand Auction, you entered my VIP room looking for my wives. Now you're here trying to take someone else dear to me. Do you really think I'd let you go a second time?"

"Ugh! Y-You already killed my father! What do you want from me?!" Denise growled, clenching his jaw in pain.

Yuan crouched down, a devilish grin curling on his lips as he whispered coldly, "Your life. I find your existence too ugly to let you live. So… I want you dead."

"Y-You—"

Yuan didn't let him finish.

A sharp aura erupted from Yuan's fingertips—invisible yet deadly—and Denise's eyes widened for a moment before a thin red line appeared on his neck.

His head tilted to the side.

Thud.

Denise collapsed—lifeless.

"Rest in peace, Denise." Yuan muttered calmly, stepping back from the corpse. "Hope you become a good person in your next life."

<Ding! Your Sword Aura has reached a new height!> The System's voice echoed in Yuan's mind.

Only he and his wives could sense it. No one else present was a cultivator, so they couldn't understand what had just happened.

All they saw was a casual hand gesture from Yuan—and then Denise's neck was suddenly sliced cleanly, with no magic spell or visible weapon involved.

"T-That monster… He also killed Young Master Denise… K-Kill him!" One of the Drake Clan elders stammered, trembling, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Let's attack him together! If we work together, we can bring him down!" another elder shouted, trying to rally the others.

"Indeed! He must have used up all his strength already! Now's our chance!"

The Drake Clan elders nodded at each other and began surrounding Yuan from all sides, their killing intent rising as they prepared to attack him with overwhelming numbers…

Yuan halted his steps the moment he heard the elders' desperate cries. He slowly turned his head toward them, his expression chilling and filled with contempt.

"I planned to let you bunch of fools go, since you hadn't acted against me…" Yuan said calmly, his voice echoing ominously in the air like the toll of a funeral bell. "However, it seems I was wrong."

His words sent ripples through the air, a deadly silence following. The elders glared at him with fury in their eyes, their expressions twisted with rage—as if Yuan had publicly defiled everything they held dear.

"Since you've decided to show your fangs toward me, it's only right that I butcher you all—" Yuan grinned devilishly, raising his hand slowly, "immediately."

Suddenly—whoosh!

The Empyreal Oblivion materialized in his hand, a massive, terrifying sword that emitted a cold and domineering aura. The air around it twisted as if space itself couldn't bear its presence.

"W-Where did that sword come from?!" Angela muttered, stunned, her eyes wide in disbelief as she looked at the towering black blade glowing with an eerie silver edge.

Even Aisha, who sat behind Yuan, stared at the weapon in awe. Its sheer presence was enough to send shivers down her spine.

"Attack him with your most powerful strike before he makes a move!" an elder from the Drake Clan roared, charging forward with his weapon raised high.

As expected of the Drake Clan, most of its members used weapons forged to fight dragons—beasts whose immense Mana pools made magic virtually useless against them. Magic was meaningless against dragons. It was blade against scale, steel against fire.

Following their fellow elder's lead, the others nodded and charged at Yuan with all their strength, their weapons glowing with condensed Mana, the air around them distorting with their fierce energy.

But they had made one fatal error—

They underestimated him.

Yuan observed their movements with a calm gaze. To him, they were slower than molasses. He could dodge them with his eyes closed, and he didn't even need to break a sweat.

And just like that, he moved.

Slash! Step. Twist. Shift. Turn.

He weaved between their attacks with impossible grace, moving faster than their eyes could comprehend. Every blade missed its target. Not even his robe was touched.

"W-What the hell?! I couldn't even see him move!"

"He's not dodging! He's vanishing and reappearing!

"As expected of the future Head of our clan… He's truly a monster!"

"To think Anna Grace gave birth to someone this powerful…"

The Blank Clan elders stood in awe, watching as Yuan danced through a storm of blades like a phantom. Their eyes couldn't even trace his movement—it was like watching someone teleport.

"Is that all you fools can manage?" Yuan mocked, flashing a grin as he stood untouched in the center of their failed ambush. "Your attacks are like gentle breezes brushing against my skin. Do you truly call yourselves warriors?"

"W-What the hell is this insane speed?! None of our attacks even grazed him!"

The Drake Clan elders now wore grim expressions. Their strongest moves had failed. Their weapons were meaningless. Panic began to seep into their eyes.

"Now…" Yuan's voice dropped into a dark, thunderous tone, his eyes flashing with crimson light, "It's my turn. I hope you old fools don't die too fast—like those two idiots before you."

Suddenly—

He vanished.

And then—

Slash!

Thump!

Whoosh!

Heads flew into the air, spinning and spurting blood like fountains. The sound of flesh tearing and bones breaking echoed across the silent hall.

In the blink of an eye, several elders of the Drake Clan had been decapitated, their lifeless bodies collapsing to the ground, forming a pool of blood around Yuan's feet.

He stood in the middle of it all, his dark robes untouched by blood, his massive sword humming with murderous intent.

The rest of the Drake Clan stared in paralyzed horror, unable to believe what they were seeing.

"W-What just happened?!"

The elders of the Drake Clan stood frozen, their eyes wide in horror. A few of their fellow elders had been slaughtered in the blink of an eye. It all happened so fast—they hadn't even had the chance to register the attack before it was too late.

"Getting distracted, are we?" Yuan's chilling voice rang out from behind them.

Before any of them could even turn their heads, he moved again—his blade a blur of cold death. Yuan didn't bother using any techniques. He didn't need to. They were too weak to warrant such effort.

He was toying with them.

One by one, he slaughtered the elders like livestock, not even flinching. His movements were fluid and merciless, as if he were reaping weeds with a scythe. In mere seconds, every last member of the Drake Clan present was dead—massacred with terrifying ease.

The ground was dyed crimson.

The elders from the Blank Clan looked on in stunned silence, their faces frozen between horror and awe. What they'd witnessed was both grotesque and magnificent.

"P-Pathetic…" Yuan muttered softly, his blade dripping blood as he stood over the corpses. "Not a single one of them could withstand even my casual attacks… unbelievable."

With a casual flick of his hand, he stored the Empyreal Oblivion back into his system storage. The weapon vanished without a trace, as though it had never existed.

"Unbelievable… He killed them all—alone!"

"Truly amazing! As expected of the future Head of our clan!"

"Hahaha! Over twenty enemies, wiped out single-handedly! Now we can show the other clans just how fearsome we've become!"

The Blank Clan elders erupted into excitement, their voices filled with admiration. They looked at Yuan as though he were a deity who had descended to save them. The air buzzed with relief and pride.

'Incredible… my grandson is truly incredible!' Angela thought with a beaming smile. She gazed at Yuan with warmth in her eyes, her heart swelling with pride.

Yuan turned to Angela and smiled softly. "Didn't I say I could handle them? Look, not a single one left."

Angela nodded, her eyes gleaming. "Indeed. You're incredible—and so powerful."

Her gaze then swept toward the elders, and her expression turned stern. Her voice rang loud and commanding across the bloodied hall.

"Take these corpses and throw them at the gates of the Drake Clan under the cover of night. Deliver this message along with them: 'If you dare go against the Blank Clan again, this will be your fate.' That should make them think twice."

"As you command, Matriarch Angela!" the elders replied in unison with bowed heads.

"Good. This should crush their spirit and prevent them from retaliating." Angela said with a satisfied nod before turning to Yuan with a softer expression.

"Now, come. Let's get you cleaned up. You're covered in blood. A proper bath is needed." She smiled warmly and gently tugged at his arm.

Despite her body still recovering from years of limited movement, she pulled Yuan with surprising strength, determined to use the moment to talk to her grandson privately.

Yuan blinked and sighed, allowing himself to be led away. He could already tell where this was going.

'I hope she doesn't ask something… embarrassing…' Yuan groaned inwardly.

Anna and Grace exchanged amused glances and giggled softly as they watched their mother pull Yuan away like a scolded boy.

Meanwhile, a group of young clan members arrived at the scene to take care of the aftermath. Without hesitation, they began loading the mangled corpses into a large wooden wagon. Blood soaked through the boards as the bodies were stacked tightly together.

"Is everything ready?" one of the clan members asked, glancing around.

"Yeah. Everything's loaded. We're good to go." another replied with a grim nod.

"Then let's move. We've got a message to deliver." he said firmly, hopping onto the wagon.

With that, the wagon rolled away into the darkness of night, carrying with it a bloody warning—one that would echo through the continent for years to come.