My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 540 - 477: Exterminating the entire Chu Family?

Chapter 540: Chapter 477: Exterminating the entire Chu Family?

The young man in the room was oblivious to everything else as he desperately poked at the cursed doll.

"How daring!"

The Ghost King’s Projection let out an angry scold and took a step forward, directly charging towards the Chu family.

"Struggle!"

In the next instant, the elders of the Chu family who were still in shock acted in unison. Each threw out their long swords, forming a sword formation in the sky to confront the Ghost King.

The Great Elder floated in the sword formation, his whole body emanating sharp sword Qi, "Murong Elder, is your Murong family declaring a full-scale war against us, the Chu family?"

"Hmph, you’re not worthy! You dare to curse me, regardless of whether Chu Jiefu is present, today I’m going to exterminate your Chu family from existence!" The Ghost King was enveloped in ghost Qi and spoke with demonic flames raging.

"What a big mouth you have!" The Great Elder, the only one to have reached the stage of Peak Wine Ceremony, floated above the Chu family city area with a sullen expression on his face. The swirling sword formation above his head collided directly with the Ghost King’s ghost claw.

"Pfft!"

With a great difference in their levels of cultivation, even the sword formation made up of over a hundred Sword Tools was unable to compensate for the discrepancy. After just one collision, all the elders were collectively shaken, their vigor wilting.

The Ghost King, who had easily broken the Chu family’s defense, didn’t continue to fight, but instead turned his head. His gaze instantly shifted to a corner of the Chu family lands where Chu Hao was located.

At this moment, Chu Hao’s actions didn’t cease, he was still fervently stabbing the cursed doll.

He made the cursed doll look rather torn and bloody, but he simply couldn’t tear it apart completely.

"Ignorant!" The Ghost King seemed to see through the building and noticed these actions. With a frosty face filled with demonic flames, he said: "Today, I’m going to exterminate the bloodline of your Chu family..."

While the Ghost King was speaking, he released a ghost fog and raised his hand, preparing to suppress the Chu family.

"Noisy!"

In the next moment, an indolent voice, like that of someone who had just woken up, sounded along with a sword’s cry.

"Struggle!"

A streak of Sword Light flashed across like a meteor, blood red and dazzling. In this dark night, it was like a lingering sunset, desolately beautiful but dangerous.

The streak of light flashed and no one had responded yet.

The Ghost King, who had been so boastful a moment ago, suddenly stiffened. Under his horrified gaze, he crumbled into a cloud of ghost fog.

"Who is this devil who dares to destroy my Dharma Idol!"

In a moment, from the corner of the city, a fierce scolding resounded.

"Since you want to exterminate my Chu family, then go ahead and do it!" An indifferent voice sounded, carrying a nonchalant tone.

"Huff Huff!"

Right after, countless people in Qinghe city were shocked and looked up.

In the sky, they saw a vague image of an old Taoist, hundreds of feet tall, appearing like a majestic divine Idol.

In the next moment, as the old Taoist raised his hand, countless crystal-red long swords appeared in the sky, densely covering the entire sky.

"Infant God Idol? A God Monarch made a move!"

"Chu family leader, please show mercy!"

"Brother Chu, please forgive us, it’s all a misunderstanding!"

When the stunned crowd saw the sky full of crystal-red long swords, some who recognized them were jolted awake, their anxious voices echoed throughout the city.

But before these people could make a move to stop them, perhaps they didn’t even dare to make a move.

They saw the phantom of the old Taoist in the sky point his sword downward.

"Swish Swish!"

In the next moment, it started raining swords from the sky.

Bright red lights, magnificent swords, seemed like the world’s most brilliant fireworks descending towards the Murong family in the night sky. Their beautiful aura veiling a relentless killing intent.

Thereby writing the last, splendid Chapter for the Murong family, a millennia-old Infant God union.

Each long sword carried an Infant God thought, accurately locking onto the direct-line monks of the Murong family who had been imbued with ghost Qi.

"Plop Plop!"

The Sword Light flashed and heads began to fly.

"Boom Boom!"

Some who had not died immediately after being beheaded, were burned completely by the explosion of the flying swords, their souls returned to the heavens.

"Chu Jiefu, I swear not to rest until I have your head!"

With the death of countless disciples from Murong’s direct line, an old bloodied Taoist emerged from the basement of the Murong family.

All around his body, ghost Qi was dense, as he prepared to transform into a ghost.

"You’re not worthy. Nowadays, every Tom, Dick, and Harry dares to yell in my face!"

It wasn’t until this time that a figure slowly rose into the sky above the Chu family city area.

He kept his hands behind his back, calm and collected, appearing in front of everyone while his long robe fluttered in the night wind.

With average looks and the appearance of a middle-aged man, carrying a bit of Confucian elegance and indifference, he seemed quite ordinary.

One wouldn’t expect that this very ordinary-looking man single-handedly slaughtered countless disciples of the Murong family.

But at this moment, this man was thoroughly remembered by all the cultivators in the Qinghe Mansion!

Upon seeing Wang Zijia’s arrival, the old, bloody man, Murong Cheng didn’t say a word and pounced on Wang Zijia. During this process, his body started to swell rapidly.

It seemed as though he intended to take Wang Zijia with him to the underworld.

Wang Zijia, indifferent as if he were swatting a fly, waved his hand casually.

The gigantic phantom of the old Taoist in the sky made a swift cut with his sword.

"Pfft!"

Murong Cheng, who appeared rather imposing, was instantly split in half. He didn’t manage to react at all, as it was a battle completely out of his league.

A black skull shot out from his body, attempting to flee.

However, Wang Zijia flicked his finger and a streak of light hit the top-notch spirit tool, the fleeing skull.

"Ah!"

The skull trembled for a moment, a few cracks appeared on top of it, and after a scream, it immediately wilted.

It fell straight down from the sky, motionless.

Wang Zijia then collected its corpse and the skull spirit tool. During this process, a relatively traditional spatial ring was found on his fingertip.