CHAPTER 179: CHAPTER 179: THIS CLAW WILL RUIN YOU!

This land is scarred and battered.

The surrounding hills are completely shattered, and the river, originally a hundred meters wide, has been cut in half and redirected.

The original riverbed collapsed, sand and stones scattered in all directions, revealing a massive circular crater in the ground, riddled with cracks like a spider’s web, and at the center of the cracks lay a battered figure.

Qin Zi!

He is embedded into the ground, utterly miserable, and his clothes are in tatters, yet there is something on him that even such a destructive attack cannot break.

Is it his resolve?

No, it’s his underpants.

"Haha, so young yet full of tricks. Even when I, myself, took action, you almost managed to escape."

In the sky, a burly, purple-haired middle-aged man looked down at Qin Zi with a smile that was not quite a smile, and there was a hint of admiration on his authoritative face.

"However, almost is still almost. Once I’ve taken action, there is no room for luck for you."

Qin Zi, embedded in the ground, raised a hand with great difficulty to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, gritting his teeth as he said, "As a mighty Realm Emperor, attacking someone as junior as me, don’t you find it disgraceful?!"

"Opportunities and treasures have always belonged to those with virtue. I merely took what is mine, what’s disgraceful about that?"

The purple-haired man chuckled slightly.

Qin Zi wanted to say something more but held back, knowing that when one cannot win absolutely, words are pointless.

"Seems I’ll have to use that move."

He took a deep breath, his expression turning serious, and then suddenly shouted to the heavens: "DAD!!!!!!"

This shout seemed to make the heavens and earth rotate, with the camera rapidly zooming out, like an aerial shot.

Looking through his wide-opened mouth, one could even see a heart-like thing shaking violently in his throat...

"Haha, facing death and still making futile struggles. Not to mention your dad isn’t here, even if he were, what could he do?"

The purple-haired man shook his head with a dismissive laugh:

"Throughout the four domains, there are few who can match me in combat. What is your father before me? You’d better pray he doesn’t come, for his fate will be the same as yours."

Yet at this moment, a leisurely voice rang out: "Then tell me, what fate do you foresee for me and my son?"

Swoosh!

The purple-haired man’s pupils suddenly contracted, and with a reflexive shimmer, he appeared several hundred meters away.

Yet the next moment, a figure seemed to have already been waiting at that spot, and with a wave of the hand, sent him crashing into the ground.

"Boom!"

The ground shook violently, a pit with a hundred-zhang diameter appeared, its bottom lined with cracks more spectacular than the pit Qin Zi was in, and even groundwater began to seep up.

But there was no one in the pit.

Swoosh!

The purple-haired man almost instantly reappeared in the sky, as if teleporting.

This kind of impact was nothing to the body of a Realm Emperor, but his expression was extremely grave as he warily eyed Qin Chuan, asking in a deep voice, "Who! Are! You!"

"Didn’t you hear me say, that’s my son."

Qin Chuan smiled, pointing to Qin Zi in the pit.

Instantly, Qin Zi’s face showed a smile like that of a Chinese rural dog, lying on his back in the pit as if forming the shape of a large character, not moving, letting the groundwater in the pit float him upward...

See, I said my dad would come to save me.

"How can it be!!"

Qin Chuan’s words horrified and stunned the purple-haired man, making his hair stand on end. He had suspected as much, but confirmation was equal to disaster.

Is this kid’s dad really so terrifying?

So why was this kid being chased before? And with so many people after him, why hadn’t his dad come out to support him?

At this moment, he felt the overwhelming malice of this world.

"Fellow Daoist, I think there’s a misunderstanding here."

Finally, the purple-haired man uttered this sentence.

It was quite the lie.

Everyone knew no one believed this sentence, but why do so many people still say it?

Because its underlying meaning is not what it says; rather, it showcases an attitude—surrender!

When one says this sentence, it shows they admit defeat; the words might not be quite there, but the attitude certainly is.

"Hmm, since it is a misunderstanding, it needs to be resolved. So, how do you plan to resolve this misunderstanding?"

Qin Chuan looked at him with a half-smile.

"Uh..."

The purple-haired man hesitated for a moment.

He knew that today, unless he gave up something costly, he wouldn’t get off easily. So, finally, he steeled his heart and said:

"I once accidentally obtained a flying shuttle, an Imperial Artifact. Although it has no attack power, it’s extremely fast, even beyond the pursuit of typical Realm Emperors. It’s fitting as a vehicle for your son."

As he finished, an illusionary world appeared behind him, and a skateboard-like golden flying shuttle emerged.

Then it flew towards Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan casually caught it, and without a glance, tossed it into the large pit below, passing it to Qin Zi, who was floating on the water surface.

Qin Zi, originally lying on his back in the water pooled in the pit, saw the shuttle descend and flipped over to crawl atop it, face down, lying motionless like a dead dog on the floating shuttle.

"One flying shuttle seems insufficient."

Qin Chuan smiled at the purple-haired man, saying, "Look at my son now, devoid of fighting spirit and lazy in posture; his mind clearly suffered trauma, which will be troublesome to mend."

"Uh..."

The purple-haired man’s face twitched, clearly seeing the father and son were taking the opportunity to exploit the situation, demanding exorbitantly!

Rage surged in his heart, wanting to burst out and roar—do you think you have me cornered? If it really came to a fight, who knows who’d win? Just try it if you don’t believe me!

But he restrained himself.

Once a master shows their skill, you know it’s there; from their brief exchange, he already understood that before him stood a mountain he couldn’t currently move.

Try, and you’ll perish!

"Alright, today I admit defeat."

The purple-haired man sighed, saying, "But I believe you can understand my actions. This world is one where the weak become the prey of the strong; treasures and opportunities are fought for. If you don’t fight, how can you become strong? If you wait for pies to fall from the sky, most people would never wait long enough in their lifetime."

Saying this, he released his small world again, beginning to sort through treasures for compensation.

Having lived for thousands of years, always developing surreptitiously, plundering various treasures, his wealth was substantial.

Qin Chuan looked at the mountain of treasures and resources piled within that internal world, opened his mouth to say something, but didn’t.

"What do you want to say?"

The purple-haired man was keenly aware of Qin Chuan’s hesitation and asked warily.

"I want to say..."

Qin Chuan slowly opened his mouth, while the purple-haired man nervously focused on his lips, fearing an outrageous demand.

Suddenly!

A fierce surge of power roared in, and before the purple-haired man could react, his brain was wracked with excruciating pain, as if it would explode, followed by a dizziness spinning his world upside down!

"Bang!!"

The ground below shook violently, yet it didn’t collapse, as it had turned golden; the fusion of Law of Gold and Law of Earth made it incredibly tough and hard to destroy.

And the purple-haired man’s head was stuffed into the split golden ground, his body still partly visible, with his legs hanging limply, only his rear sticking up, both cheeks facing the sky.

"You... have no honor!"

He trembled as he tried raising his right hand, only to let it drop, utterly like an eggplant hit by frost, completely wilted.

"Is he... dead?"

Qin Zi stared in disbelief at the scene, never expecting such a prestigious Realm Emperor to be staged so devoid of dignity.

"Only fainted."

Qin Chuan said calmly, and at this moment, the small world outside the body of the purple-haired man began rapidly contracting, like a clam trying to pull into its shell, while Qin Chuan, swift in action, reached in directly.

Bankrupt Claw!