Chapter 6141 - 6142

Kai remained standing, completely motionless.
His golden robe wasn’t even wrinkled.

Not a single wound, not even a tear in the hem!
Wu Lie’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his pupils contracted sharply, and his voice trembled:

“This…how is this possible?! My true essence…can’t even harm you in the slightest?!”
Kai raised his hand, elegantly brushing away non-existent dust from his sleeve, a hint of disappointment in his voice:

“That’s it?”
These two words were like two resounding slaps to Wu Lie’s face, and also to the hearts of all the Wu family members.
Wu Lie’s face turned ashen, filled with shame and indignation. He finally realized that the young man before him was a hundred, a thousand times more terrifying than he had imagined!
“I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it!”
He gritted his teeth and attacked again.
This time, he held nothing back, unleashing the Wu family’s strongest technique. Fists and palm strikes intertwined into a net, each move deadly, each step filled with murderous intent, as if he wanted to tear Kai to shreds.
However, the outcome remained unchanged.
Kai still neither dodged nor evaded, standing like a pillar of the sea.
Every punch landed on Kai, yet it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, not even causing a ripple.
Every palm strike landed on Kai’s chest, yet it was like a gentle breeze brushing a mountain, unable to shake him in the slightest.
After ten moves,
Wu Lie was panting heavily, covered in sweat, and the fear in his eyes had reached its peak.
His hands began to tremble uncontrollably, sharp pain shooting through his knuckles, as if he hadn’t just been hitting someone, but rather his flesh and blood colliding with the millennia-old black iron.
Kai, however, remained standing there quietly, looking down at him, his eyes as calm as a stagnant pool, utterly unmoving.
“Had enough?”
Kai asked softly, his voice eerily gentle.
Wu Lie opened his mouth, wanting to utter harsh words, to threaten, but found his throat dry, unable to utter a single word.
That tremor originating from the depths of his soul completely extinguished his fighting spirit.
Kai slowly raised his hand.

The movement was slow, very light.
Then, he struck down with his palm.
“Pfft…”
A muffled sound.
Wu Lie’s proud head instantly exploded like a watermelon struck by a heavy hammer!
Red and white splattered everywhere.
The headless corpse swayed, then with a “thud,” fell straight to the ground.
Wu Lie, the patriarch of the Wu family, a True Immortal Realm Level One expert, had fallen!
So swift, so humiliating, so… laughable.
The entire hall was deathly silent.
You could hear a pin drop.
The guests, the martial arts disciples, the surviving guards—all were frozen in place, as if under a spell. Wu
Lie, a True Immortal Realm Level 1 cultivator, was dead just like that?
Swatted like a fly by a mere Upper Immortal Realm Level 3 brat?
Had the world gone mad?
Kai withdrew his hand, his gaze calmly sweeping across the hall.
Wherever his gaze fell, everyone lowered their heads, no one daring to meet his eyes.
“Who else?”
Those three words, calm as still water, resounded like thunder in everyone’s hearts.
No one dared to move.
No one dared to utter a sound.
Even their breathing was deliberately suppressed to a minimum.
Wu Lingyun slumped in his chair, already incontinent, urine streaming down his trousers, yet he remained oblivious.
He stared at his father’s headless corpse, at the blood-soaked ground, his mind blank, filled only with endless despair.
Kai strode towards him.
Each step felt like a blow to Wu Lingyun’s heart, suffocating him and making his heart pound.
Finally, Kai stopped in front of him.
A shadow fell over him, and Wu Lingyun felt as if death itself was gripping his throat.
“Wu Lingyun,”
Kai said, his voice still calm, revealing no emotion.

“I’ve said it before, there are some things in this world you can’t touch.
There are some people you can’t afford to offend.”
Wu Lingyun opened his mouth, wanting to kneel and beg for mercy, wanting to kowtow and admit his mistakes, wanting to say that he was forced by his father…

But extreme fear choked his throat, and he couldn’t utter a sound, only convulsing, tears streaming down his face.
Kai looked at him, his eyes devoid of pity, only a detached indifference that seemed to have seen through the world.
He slowly raised his right hand, his index finger lightly touching the ground.

At his fingertip, a wisp of brilliant golden light condensed, like a falling star.
“Pfft…”
The golden light flashed.
A bloody hole, as thick as a thumb, instantly pierced through Wu Lingyun’s brow, protruding from his forehead and exploding into a cloud of blood mist at the back of his head.
Wu Lingyun’s body stiffened abruptly, his expression frozen in that moment—terrification, despair, and regret.
He wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
“Bang…”
The body fell to the ground, eyes wide open, dying with unfinished business.Wu Lingyun, fallen.
Kai withdrew his hand, as if casually brushing away an annoying mosquito.
He turned to look at Chen Wanqing, who had been standing quietly to the side.
Chen Wanqing stood there, tears silently streaming down her face, soaking her clothes.
She looked at Wu Lingyun’s corpse, at Wu Lie’s headless body, at the blood and devastation on the ground, and an indescribable emotion welled up in her heart.
It was the grief that had been building up for days, the satisfaction of revenge, and even more so, a deep shock and awe at the man before her.
Father, elders, members of the Chen family…

did you see that?
The revenge was taken.
And it was taken so thoroughly, so satisfyingly!
Kai walked up to her, reached out, and gently patted her thin shoulder.
That hand was warm and strong, instantly dispelling the chill in her heart.
“Let’s go.”
His voice was still calm, yet it carried a reassuring strength.
“There are still people from the Temple waiting for us.”
Chen Wanqing looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears, and nodded vigorously.
…
Half an hour later.
Yunxian City, a branch of the Temple.
This once majestic hall, a symbol of the Temple’s supreme power, was now a ruin.
Smoke still lingered among the broken walls and rubble.
The corpses of three Temple elders lay scattered in pools of blood, their once arrogant expressions now twisted with terror.
More than twenty elite Temple soldiers were also killed instantly.
Kai stood in the center of the ruins, his golden robe fluttering slightly in the wind, still spotless and untouched by dust.
It was as if the massacre had nothing to do with him; he had merely passed by and casually brushed away a few specks of dust.
Behind him, Chen Wanqing, Ming Li, and Liu Qianqian watched all this silently, their hearts filled with turmoil.
The tears on Chen Wanqing’s face had dried.
Looking at the corpses of the enemies who had wiped out her family, her eyes held no hatred, only utter relief.
“Kai,”
she whispered, her voice slightly hoarse.
Kai turned to look at her.

Chen Wanqing took a deep breath, walked to him, straightened her clothes, and bowed deeply, remaining motionless for a long time.
“Thank you.”
These three words carried immense weight.
Kai shook his head, reaching out to help her up, his movements natural and casual.
“No need to thank me.”
He gazed into the distance, his tone as calm as still water:

“The Wu family and the Divine Temple are inherently connected to me. Helping you was merely a convenient gesture, and also a way of helping myself.”
Chen Wanqing looked at him, her eyes reddening again.
She wanted to say something more in gratitude, but found that in the face of such absolute power and magnanimity, any words seemed pale and powerless.
Kai smiled slightly, a smile as gentle as a spring breeze, yet carrying a serene composure that seemed to survey the world.