CHAPTER 1570: CHAPTER 1529: ALL GONE

There is no doubt that this is the aura of the Tribulation Crossing Realm!

It is an almost invincible and terrifying momentum. Even a trace of its residual aura left Lu Chuan without the thought of resistance.

Faced with a Unification Realm expert, Lu Chuan might still dare to fight once.

But this is the Tribulation Crossing Realm!

After the Immortal Path was severed, crossing tribulation became the strongest in this world, an existence that no one can contend with!

"Gatekeeper... I never thought you would seek your own death, like a sheep entering a tiger’s den. Have you grown tired of living?"

"Hehe, you old undead, I thought you had long kicked the bucket. It’s such a pity to see you’re still alive."

Elder Master Lu used spiritual power to counteract part of the pressure, and simultaneously protected Lu Chuan, allowing him to barely breathe.

There was no other way; Lu Chuan’s realm was still too weak. Having just entered the Integration Realm, he couldn’t be compared to Elder Master Lu, who was at the late Integration stage.

"The Lu family bloodline is unbroken, how could I be willing to fall like this?"

"Then I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. Even when grass grows a hundred meters high on your grave, I probably won’t be dead either."

"Today is the end of your Lu family bloodline!"

"Is that so? Old thing, why don’t you take a look at what this is?"

Saying this, Elder Master Lu suddenly took out a finger from his bosom, a bloody finger that seemed to still hold life!

At the moment of seeing that finger, it was as if the whole world trembled, and the mood of that tribulation expert clearly fluctuated.

"This is... its finger? How did you acquire it!"

"He asked me to tell you, if today you dare to step out of the sealing land, he will immediately come to find you. The grudges of the past have not been forgotten."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Back then, I clearly saw it already—"

"That’s right, it did die, but who said that death can’t be reversed? Or you can try; bet whether you can kill my grandfather and me first, or whether it gets here quicker to cut you down. Old thing, do you want to try!"

Staring at the finger in his grandfather’s hand, Lu Chuan’s eyes seemed to focus solely on that blood-red color, as if he were lost in it!

Just a trace of blood color had such power. What kind of existence was this finger’s owner?

Lu Chuan couldn’t figure it out; in fact, he didn’t have the spare energy to think.

After extinguishing three top-grade Dao Seeds consecutively, the backlash Lu Chuan received was unimaginable. If not for the Tower Spirit sustaining him, Lu Chuan’s physical body might have begun to dissolve.

The cost of killing Han Qian was too great.

But even if given a chance to choose again, Lu Chuan would still do it.

Han Qian, that scumbag, had lived too long, making Lu Chuan restless both day and night. If he didn’t do this, he would regretfully smack himself awake from his dreams!

After a long silence, the tribulation expert suddenly sighed deeply, speaking coldly, "Return Han Qian to me, and I will allow you both to leave."

"Bullshit! I’ll leave when I damn well please, and if I don’t want to leave, I’ll kill every single bastard here. Why do I need your permission! Han Qian must die, I said!"

This time, without waiting for Elder Master Lu to speak, Lu Chuan abruptly shouted out: "If you’re capable, come and squash me to death! Otherwise, your Han family will be in for a treat. I will kill every one I see, two, and kill them both! I’ll make the Han family fearful, I’ll make the Han family extinct!"

"Hahaha! As expected of my Lu family’s seed! Old undead, did you hear what my grandson said? If you have the guts, come here; otherwise, get lost! One way or another, since you’re here, I don’t mind wiping out your entire Han family! At worst, we’ll both perish together. My disappointing son is still alive, and the Lu family bloodline won’t break. That Taoist Sect, none of you should think about opening it!"

"Good, good, good!"

The tribulation expert proclaimed three "goods," causing the heavens and earth to tremble, and the sun and moon to dim. Before Lu Chuan could regain his senses, a streak of light suddenly assaulted him from a hundred miles away, striking right between his eyebrows. In that instant, Lu Chuan felt as if countless hands were tearing at his Divine Sense, and even his Sea of Consciousness developed cracks or even shattered!

After a brief moment of extreme dizziness, Lu Chuan forcibly steadied his mind, sneering, "So this is all the Tribulation Crossing can do? I took your blow head-on, so what! Come on, come on again! You hit me once, I kill two of yours!"

Lu Chuan struck out with a palm, his spiritual power surging, instantly crushing two Han family members into pulp!

"Let’s see if my life is harder, or if your Han family has more people!"

"The day I recover from my injuries will be the day the Lu family is exterminated! That day won’t be far away!"

The tribulation expert shouted harshly, and Lu Chuan felt as if his head was about to explode. Yet, even at this moment, showing even a trace of retreat would mean certain death. Lu Chuan could only stubbornly hold his ground, responding, "Just give it three years. At that time, who slays who is still uncertain, old thing, wash your neck clean and wait for me to take your life!"

That dreadful aura finally dissipated, and Lu Chuan coldly surveyed the crowd, finally locking his gaze onto Feng Qianyang.

After exchanging a glance, Lu Chuan suddenly laughed.

"Remember what I said?"

Lu Chuan raised his hand, pointing in the direction of the Fengyang Sect far to the south, and laughed: "If I don’t die, I will definitely make you pay! Feng Qianyang, just wait for me!"

It seemed as if noticing that something was wrong with Lu Chuan’s condition, a cold glint flashed in Elder Master Lu’s eyes. He immediately sheltered Lu Chuan and transformed into a streak of light, escaping. In the sky, it seemed that Lu Chuan’s mocking laughter could still be heard.

For a moment, Feng Qianyang despaired.

Who would have thought that Lu Chuan didn’t die, but instead carved out a bloody path from the Han family.

After despair came a bone-deep fear.

No doubt, she had chosen wrong again this time.

For her future, Xiaoqing had once chosen to sacrifice her dignity, submitting to a rich heir, and ultimately ended up like this.

This time, for her future, Feng Qianyang chose to betray Lu Chuan, standing on the opposing side.

Clearly, she was wrong again, utterly wrong.

But this time, is there still room for redemption?

Thinking of this, Feng Qianyang’s body trembled uncontrollably, like chaff.

Gone, everything was gone.

A life of prestige and power over tens of thousands.

The treatment of being like a moon among stars.

The wealth and glory she dreamt of had completely vanished into smoke.

In fact, whether it was Xiaoqing or Feng Qianyang, she had never changed.

For money, for power, she had always been unscrupulous, without limits.

In this respect, Lu Chuan should have realized long ago.

"Dear grandson, you must hold on! Soon, it’s almost there!"

Looking at Lu Chuan, who was on the brink of collapse, his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, Elder Master Lu’s expression grew more somber.

That strike, Han Family Ancestor’s blow, hit Lu Chuan so suddenly that even Elder Master Lu didn’t react before it directly struck Lu Chuan, shattering Lu Chuan’s Sea of Consciousness and even pushing Lu Chuan’s Dharma Image to the brink of breaking, on the verge of life and death!