BOOM!

The golden giant palm descended, and the earth trembled violently, as if struck by an earthquake. The ground cracked open, deep fissures spreading in all directions as though a natural disaster had struck—terrifying beyond measure!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!

The horrifying booms continued without pause. Qin Heng's casually pressed-down golden palm crushed Su Zhengyang, sinking him deeper and deeper as countless bricks and stones were reduced to dust, coalescing and carried up by the shockwave, rising into the air to form a mushroom-shaped cloud of grayish-black.

The terrifying force produced blistering heat, the scorching power spreading with the shockwave, instantly setting the entire Zeng Family Courtyard ablaze—a sea of flames!

In an instant, except for the Main Hall where Zeng Tianzheng was and the Library, the entirety of the Zeng Family estate was engulfed in flames!

The raging inferno, like a Heavenly God's punishment, burned fiercely. In just a few seconds, it had reduced the vast estate spanning over 10,000 square meters to ash!

"Damn it! How is this possible?!" Zeng Tianzheng watched the courtyard in disbelief. The power unleashed by Qin Heng's palm struck fear even into his heart.

If I were to take that hit, would I still be alive?

The members of the Zeng Family were also completely shocked, staring at the horrific scene in the courtyard, their faces ashen, their bodies trembling. Some were so frightened they slumped to the ground, expressions filled with terror.

How could this Qin Xuantian be so powerful?!

Only Su Mingli and Su Yiyi showed a barely detectable trace of excitement on their faces. Their hearts were filled with joy.

Although Su Zhengyang had brought them to a Martial Dao noble family, he had done so by injuring their grandfather, Su Beihe, and forcefully taking them away. They harbored nothing but resentment towards Su Zhengyang!

Initially, they had been worried that Qin Heng couldn't be a match for Su Zhengyang, but now it seemed there was no need for that concern.

Qin Heng! He's too strong! Truly, too strong!

BOOM!

The earth suddenly shook and trembled violently again, roaring like a grievously wounded behemoth, the booming noise deafening.

Meanwhile, the golden giant palm transformed into a beam of golden light that pierced the heavens, illuminating an area of over ten kilometers for more than a dozen seconds before it faded from sight.

The dust also rose into the sky, dispersing with the mushroom cloud.

It was only then that people could see clearly what had become of the Zeng Family Courtyard.

Where once stood a neat and tidy courtyard, there was now a massive crater over 50 meters in diameter—it looked as though it had been struck by a meteorite!

The once imposing Su Zhengyang, who had been wielding the Saint's Precious Sword, could now only lie at the bottom of this great pit, his clothes ragged and body charred, trembling and convulsing non-stop.

By now, all his tendons, bones, and meridians were shattered. His internal organs were severely damaged, and his blood and Qi flowed in reverse. He was completely incapacitated.

HISS! HISS!!

The people of the Zeng Family couldn't help but gasp in shock. They nearly wet themselves in fear, their eyes wide, pupils shrinking to pinpoints, utterly astounded to their core!

The incredibly strong Su Zhengyang had been—had been reduced to this state by a casual palm strike from Qin Xuantian?!

Heavens! What kind of strength, what kind of Realm is this?! Too terrifying! Truly too terrifying! Terrifying indeed! How could Qin Xuantian's strength be so great?!

"Ah! Ah! I—I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" Su Zhengyang wasn't dead. After all, as a peak-level Innate Great Grandmaster, he could survive for a while even if his heart exploded, as long as his head wasn't severed.

Now, lying on the ground, he clenched his teeth, struggling to reach for the Saint's Precious Sword that had fallen nearby, trying to stand up, to continue the fight with Qin Heng, completely unaware that he was utterly crippled, devoid of any fighting power.

"Ant."

Just at that moment, an indifferent voice reached Su Zhengyang's ears.

He instinctively turned his head, only to see Qin Heng descending from the sky. His vision darkened as he felt a sharp pain in his head, and then he lost all perception!

SPLAT!

After landing, Qin Heng stomped on Su Zhengyang's head, crushing it into a mushy pulp as effortlessly as stepping on a watermelon.

The Zeng Family had witnessed this scene in its entirety. Even Zeng Tianzheng couldn't help but shudder and stared at Qin Heng in disbelief.

Su Zhengyang was capable of single-handedly repelling three Super S-class fighters!

Yet! Yet he was squashed like an ant—slapped and stepped on by Qin Xuantian—and utterly dead without even a moment to fight back!

Incredible! This was just too incredible! How could Qin Xuantian be so strong?!

"Next, who's up?" Qin Heng's expression was icy as he slowly walked towards the Zeng Family's main hall. He said faintly, "Do you want to die one by one, or all together?"

As for the Saint's Precious Sword, he didn't even glance at it. In his eyes, an item merely equivalent to a Foundation Establishment Stage Magic Artifact was trash, worthless scrap metal, not even deserving a second look.

"Qin Xuantian! Don't push us too far!" Zeng Tianzheng glared at Qin Heng and said in a deep voice, "My Zeng Family is a Martial Dao family with a thousand years of history and profound heritage! If you truly push us to the brink, my Zeng Family will not necessarily fear you!"

"Is that so?" Qin Heng sneered, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Kneel!"

BOOM!

Formless Heavenly Essence converged, and a terrifying force, as if the sky itself were collapsing, pressed down directly onto Zeng Tianzheng, forcing the Zeng Family Head to his knees on the spot!

THUD!

The floor tiles of the Main Hall shattered where he knelt. His knees sank deep into the floor, blood streaming from them—clearly, his kneecaps were broken!

"AAARGH!" Zeng Tianzheng roared. He wanted to rise, he wanted to stand, but the invisible, terrifying pressure was like the weight of the Five Sacred Mountains, making it impossible for him even to twitch a shoulder!

He was firmly suppressed, forced to kneel on the ground, utterly powerless!

Domination! This was absolute, utter domination!

The so-called thousand-year-old Martial Dao family, in the face of this absolute power, was still like an ant—easily crushed!

The other members of the Zeng Family trembled in fear. Even Zeng Tianfang, another Innate Grandmaster of the Zeng Family, was so scared his face drained of color, his expression one of utter terror.

As for Zeng Yueshi, he was frightened into a stupor, merely standing there with a vacant expression.

"HAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA!!"

Just then, from the ruins near the Zeng Family Courtyard's main gate, a wild, raspy laugh erupted. It was utterly crazed, the voice hoarse as if choked with dust and ash.

Then, a blackened figure, almost burnt to a cinder, crawled out from the rubble.

"Retribution! Retribution! Father! Why didn't you listen to me before?! Why?!" This person was none other than Zeng Yuechong, whom Zeng Tianzheng had personally crippled!

"I told you! Over and over again, countless times! Qin Xuantian is incredibly strong! His power is at the pinnacle, unmatched in the world! Why didn't you listen?! Why?! Now, the Zeng Family is finished! Completely done for! HAHAHA! AHAHAHA!! Father, regret it now! Regret it! The Zeng Family is ruined at your own hands!"

With that, he bit his tongue and committed suicide. His charred face bore an expression of sheer, ecstatic delight—the pleasure of vengeance!

"No! The Zeng Family will not be destroyed! Absolutely not!"

Zeng Tianzheng ground his teeth, spitting blood, and used all his strength to bellow, "Ancestor! I plead for your awakening! Ancestor! The Zeng Family is in peril! Please, Ancestor, return!"