Chapter 308: Chapter 308

Zhao Letian initially did not kill Zhao Lingfeng with a single slap, out of consideration for the faint blood relation between them.

But this did not mean he would tolerate Zhao Lingfeng's continued arrogance.

Since Zhao Lingfeng was courting death, Zhao Letian naturally would not be polite.

Crippling Zhao Lingfeng's cultivation was equivalent to destroying his entire being.

For Zhao Lingfeng, this was even more painful than death; he would have to watch all he possessed dissipate like smoke, the halo of genius that surrounded him would cease to exist, no one would regard him any further, and the goddess Liu Fei, who he was about to obtain, would also disdain him. Moreover, even someone of the Primordial Martial First Realm could freely humiliate and despise him.

Zhao Lingfeng was stunned, his eyes showing terror as he incredulously looked down at the bloodied hole in his abdomen, filled with endless regret and unwillingness.

More than twenty years of arduous cultivation ruined in one moment, the path of martial arts severed by a single sword, plummeting from the pinnacle of life to an endless abyss. He could not accept this great disparity, his mind went blank, and he turned helplessly to look back at the people behind him.

The first ones he saw were Zhao Shijie, Zhao Hongyu, Zhao Zihao, Zhao Kang, and others of the younger generation of the Zhao Family, who could only once look up to Zhao Lingfeng, but now their eyes revealed disdain and indifference, even too lazy to glance directly at him.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhao Lingfeng was now just like the earlier Zhao Letian, merely a cultivator who had lost all his power, a worthless person. Who would care about him?

Next, Zhao Lingfeng's gaze moved to the goddess Liu Fei and the members of the Liu Family nearby.

The look in the eyes of the Liu Family was even more disdainful, all frowning and full of aversion, at most mixed with a trace of pity.

If not for today's events, Zhao Lingfeng would indeed have been the best son-in-law candidate for the Liu Family, but now, he was just a cripple, no longer worthy of any connection with the Liu Family.

Especially Liu Fei, who after glancing at Zhao Lingfeng with a frown, withdrew her gaze indifferently, not even sparing him a look of disdain—an utter waste, devoid even of the merit to catch her attention.

A confused, almost crazy smile appeared on Zhao Lingfeng's face, his gaze continued to shift, looking at his father Zhao Wuji and his sister Zhao Lingshan.

These two, being his closest kin, had a different reaction than the others, their eyes filled with sadness. However, behind that sadness, Zhao Lingfeng could also see disappointment deep in their eyes.

This meant that his father Zhao Wuji and sister Zhao Lingshan, though not despising him, had given up on him, and from now on, he and these two kin would be strangers.

"Hate, oh how I hate, haha..."

After looking around, Zhao Lingfeng looked up to the sky and cried out, suddenly bursting into loud, frenzied laughter.

"He's gone mad, he really couldn't withstand the blow and went crazy."

"Today should have been a day of great joy for him, he ought to have been enjoying a successful and carefree life; yet now he's lost all his cultivation and become a cripple, losing everything. Not many could endure such a blow without going mad."

The people around murmured secretly.

"Overbearing! If I do not kill you today, I, Zhao Wuji, am unworthy to be the head of the Zhao Family. Second brother, third brother, as well as the strong ones from the Liu Family, follow me and take down this man to avenge my son."

Witnessing his son go mad, Zhao Wuji, burning with rage and a deathly pale face, stared fiercely at Zhao Letian, emitting the powerful aura of a peak High-level True Martial Ninth Realm.

However, Zhao Er Ye and Zhao San Ye did not immediately respond to him; instead, they glanced at each other, both showing hesitation.

They had just witnessed Zhao Letian strike down the top experts of the Iron Sword Sect of the High-level True Martial Realm with a single sword; knowing they were far inferior to those experts, how could they dare to contend with Zhao Letian?

As for the people of the Liu Family, they were even more indifferent. With Zhao Lingfeng now crippled, whether the Liu and Zhao families could still unite was questionable—they were certainly not about to risk their lives for the Zhao Family at such a critical juncture.

"You all? Humph, a bunch of trash, I'll do it myself."

Zhao Wuji furrowed his brows, casting a cold gaze around the assembly before cursing out loud, then drawing a Nine-star Spiritual Weapon Longsword, intent on slaying Zhao Letian.

He refused to believe that he, as the Head of Zhao Family, at the pinnacle of the True Martial Ninth Realm, could not deal with Zhao Letian, a mere True Martial Seventh Realm.

"Seeking death? I shall grant it to you."

Zhao Letian's eyes flashed with fierceness, and a powerful sword glow surged from his longsword. My Virtual Library Empire (*) appreciates your readership at the source.

Just like with Zhao Lingfeng, he would not kill members of the Zhao Family, solely in consideration of the frail blood tie; but should anyone seek death, he would not obstruct them.

At this critical moment, from deep within the Zhao Mansion, a sudden booming voice echoed, like rolling thunder, accompanied by a powerful oppressive force, shaking everyone's heart.

"A Sect Martial Realm expert, it's Patriarch Zhao."

The crowd all turned towards the source of the voice.

They saw an old man in a gray robe, striding across the void with a grim face, approaching swiftly.

Zhao Wuji looked towards the old man approaching in the sky, his eyes revealing a sense of exhilaration.

His father, Patriarch Zhao, was deemed the strongest in Qingzhou City, his strength on par with that of the Shentu Family ancestor from the City Lord Mansion. With his father stepping in, there was hope for the Zhao Family; his son's vengeance could be realized, and this stranger who came to provoke would certainly be executed.

"So you've finally decided to show yourself, I thought you were going to keep hiding like a turtle."

Zhao Letian looked at Patriarch Zhao, his face showing no fear, speaking calmly.

"Who exactly are you, and how has my Zhao Family wronged you?"

Patriarch Zhao coldly spoke, his formidable aura continuously locked onto Zhao Letian.

"It's not important who I am, what matters is that one-third of the time of an incense stick has already passed. Once the time is up, if there are still people inside Zhao Mansion, don't blame me for being ruthless. The same goes for the Liu Family."

Zhao Letian spoke indifferently, casting a cold glance towards the people of the Liu Family.

"What do you mean? You want my Liu Family and Zhao Family to dissolve as well?"

The Patriarch of Liu Family frowned, speaking with a grim tone.

Meanwhile, Liu Fei and other members of the Liu Family were both shocked and angry as they looked at Zhao Letian.

"Time waits for no one, handle it yourselves."

Zhao Letian, with his hands clasped behind his back, spoke relaxedly.

Returning to Qingzhou City this time, apart from searching for his mother's whereabouts, he also needed to settle old scores with the people of Qingzhou City, not just the Zhao Family and Liu Family, but the Shentu Family and Sun Family couldn't escape either.

"Fine, the Zhao Family agrees to dissolve."

Patriarch Zhao, after staring at Zhao Letian for a while, suddenly withdrew the powerful aura of the Sect Martial Realm and chose to compromise.