Chapter 185
Chapter 185: Madness of Slaughter
At that very moment, the Yuan Clan’s old ancestor suddenly furrowed his brow. Looking toward the entrance of the council hall, he said gravely, “Something feels wrong.”
The Yuan Clan patriarch followed his gaze, slowly rising to his feet. “Indeed, something isn’t right. It’s too quiet!”
Meanwhile, within the Yuan Clan’s mansion, Murong Xiao Ya entered calmly through the main gates. Wherever she passed, every Yuan Clan member she encountered saw their heart burst instantly into mist, turning into threads of pure blood essence that she completely absorbed.
With each drop of blood essence she consumed, Murong Xiao Ya’s aura grew deeper and vaster, like an endless abyss. Her face turned colder and colder, shrouded in a dense, unyielding bloody glow.
Her eyes now burned with swirling pools of molten gold, completely devoid of emotion. She had become like a living blade, mechanically reaping lives.
Every Yuan Clan member who laid eyes upon her perished instantly, their questions still unspoken. Their lives became mere nourishment for Murong Xiao Ya’s ever-growing power.
After absorbing the martial dao cultivation from her brother’s body, Murong Xiao Ya’s strength had reached an unimaginable level. And with every life she took, every blood essence she devoured, her terrifying strength rose even faster.
In the dark of night, Murong Xiao Ya walked steadily deeper into the Yuan Clan’s residence. Behind her, there were no rivers of blood, only countless corpses scattered across the ground.
Frozen on those lifeless faces were expressions of shock and confusion, all brought by Murong Xiao Ya’s sudden appearance. The terror that filled their eyes at the moment of death was also due solely to Murong Xiao Ya herself.
For the oppressive horror she emanated during each kill and her absolute control over life and death left them feeling utterly helpless and hopeless. Until their final breath, none dared to look directly into her molten-gold eyes.
As the Yuan Clan members fell silently, the brightly lit mansion grew unnervingly quiet—so quiet that the silence itself became terrifying.
“Something terrible has happened!” shouted the Yuan Clan patriarch. He was the first to rush out of the council hall, soaring immediately into the sky.
But as his gaze swept swiftly across the mansion, his expression changed dramatically. More than half of the Yuan Clan descendants and kin lay lifeless upon the ground, and among them, he clearly saw his own wife, two sons, and daughter.
All their hearts had been violently torn open, their bodies cold and lifeless. Dead beyond any doubt.
Instantly, the Yuan Clan patriarch’s eyes widened with fury and grief, his hair and beard flying wild. He released an overwhelming killing intent like raging waves crashing upon the shore.
“Who? Who did this?!”
The Qi between heaven and earth shook violently. Waves of terrifying martial Qi burst forth from his body, twisting the air around him into rippling distortions.
“It was me.”
Within a quiet courtyard of the Yuan Clan mansion, Murong Xiao Ya, still absorbing streams of blood essence, raised her delicate face and calmly gazed upward at the patriarch.
“You?”
The patriarch stared downward, eyes blazing with anger, then narrowed suspiciously. “You are… Murong Hong’s daughter?”
Murong Xiao Ya glanced up at him, her voice devoid of any emotion. “Yes. And I’m also the one who will kill you.”
As soon as her voice faded, she vanished from the courtyard.
She disappeared so swiftly that the patriarch’s expression instantly changed. In that brief moment, the Qi current he’d locked onto abruptly collapsed, leaving no trace.
Almost immediately, the patriarch felt a chilling dread creep over him, an intense sense of impending death flooding his heart.
Without hesitation, he spun around and punched fiercely into the darkness.
In an instant, the dark sky exploded in dazzling white light, his fist’s terrifying power engulfing a radius of dozens of feet. Yet, Murong Xiao Ya was nowhere to be seen.
Right then, a slender, pale hand plunged effortlessly through his back, as easily as slicing through tofu.
The patriarch’s tremendous martial Qi faltered. Looking down in shock, he watched helplessly as his heart was crushed instantly into mist by that slender hand.
“How… can this be…?”
Disbelief filled his eyes as life rapidly drained from his body.
His martial Qi scattered, drawn swiftly into the blood mist of his destroyed heart. It condensed into a powerful strand of essence that Murong Xiao Ya absorbed through her chest.
All happened too swiftly. The Yuan Clan elders and high-ranking members rushing out of the council hall below had no chance to assist. They could only watch in horror as Murong Xiao Ya crushed their patriarch’s heart and greedily consumed all his essence, as if she were a demon gone mad.
“You dare!”
A furious roar echoed through the night. The Yuan Clan’s old ancestor had appeared silently behind Murong Xiao Ya. Raising both fists, he slammed them fiercely toward her head.
Space itself collapsed violently around his fists, threatening to annihilate everything—even the air itself.
But Murong Xiao Ya seemed utterly unconcerned. Calmly, she turned her head.
In the darkness, intricate patterns of molten gold spread across her skin like rivers of blazing lava. Within moments, Murong Xiao Ya was wrapped in flames, her magma-like wings unfurling gracefully.
As the wings gently beat, torrents of fire poured forth like a storm. Everything touched by the flames instantly turned to ash. The old ancestor’s fists, powerful enough to crush the void itself, were helpless before the flames. Within moments, his flesh and bones were entirely consumed, leaving only his heart—already shattered into mist.
This blood mist condensed into an essence even stronger than that of the patriarch, and Murong Xiao Ya absorbed it completely.
Her power surged again, and red-golden flames blazed across the sky, spreading beneath her feet into a vast sea of fire descending onto the Yuan Clan mansion below.
Witnessing the deaths of both the patriarch and the ancestor, and seeing the torrents of flame raining down like burning meteors, the Yuan Clan elders and high-ranking members lost all courage to resist. In terror, they fled wildly in all directions.
Yet, before they could even leave the courtyard of the council hall, dozens of hearts burst simultaneously. All of them froze where they stood, their life force swiftly fading away.