Chapter 108: Chapter 108

Chapter 108: Ye Wushang Kneel Before Me?

The moment those words rang out, Sikong Mingyue’s body trembled.

A flicker of pain and sorrow flashed in her eyes.

Across the Sikong Clan, many eyes lit up with hope.

Even Sikong Qianjun fell silent, stepping aside to let the speaker approach.

An elderly woman with silver hair well-preserved despite her age walked forward, leaning on a dragon-headed cane.

Sikong Mingyue closed her eyes and murmured, “Grand Ancestor.”

This was her true elder—not just hers, but also Sikong Haoran’s.

Her grandfather and Haoran’s great-grandfather were brothers, both sons of this woman.

As a child, Sikong Mingyue had been raised by her.

Her mother was busy cultivating, her grandmother had passed, and her grandfather, being male, couldn’t guide her in certain matters.

This woman had raised her until her coming-of-age ceremony.

Their bond was deep—and complicated.

But like the rest of the clan, this elder had chosen silence when Sikong Haoran’s talent emerged.

Even when her own son was killed, she forgave the other.

Now, she stood before Sikong Mingyue and slammed her cane down.

“Unfilial girl kneel!”

Sikong Mingyue hesitated then knelt.

The clan’s eyes gleamed with hope.

Only Ye Wushang understood she knelt not for status, but for the years of care and guidance.

Seeing her submission, the elder relaxed.

“Unfilial girl! All my years of teaching were wasted. You’ve become a disgrace to our ancestors!”

She turned to Ye Wushang, her gaze filled with disgust.

“You’re the man she chose? How dare you show such disrespect? Kneel before your elder!”

Ye Wushang’s eyes narrowed.

He stared at her danger radiating from his gaze.

Kneel? You’re not worthy.

She had no idea who she was talking to.

Even if she were Mingyue’s mother, he wouldn’t kneel.

No matter how much he loved his women, status was immutable.

Mingyue was his concubine.

To kneel before her elder would be a joke.

Only Yue Rushuang’s mother, his official wife’s mother, deserved such courtesy.

He had struck Yue Rushuang’s uncle before this old woman was no exception.

The elder finally realized Ye Wushang wasn’t just Mingyue’s man.

The corpse of a slain King still lay warm and she had dared to demand his submission.

But to apologize now would ruin her authority.

“Cough Fengyun, this is Ye Wushang, head of the Ye Clan. His status is exceptional,” Sikong Qianjun interjected, trying to defuse the tension.

Fengyun’s expression softened slightly.

She redirected her fury to Sikong Mingyue.

“Unfilial girl! If you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have returned to slaughter your kin!”

Sikong Mingyue stood, unflinching.

“Grand Ancestor, are you saying my father, brothers, uncles, and grandfather deserved to die?”

Fengyun’s face twitched but she remained firm.

“Hmph! For the clan’s glory, a few sacrifices are nothing. Even my own son died. As long as Haoran lives, our clan has a future!”

Sikong Mingyue looked at her no longer with sorrow, but with cold detachment.

“Sacrifice a few? Then since my talent surpasses Haoran’s, killing a few more should be fine, right? Why are you so upset now? Or do you think Haoran could reach the Third Heaven of the Cave Realm at thirty-six?”

Fengyun was speechless.

“Hmph! You’re a woman. You’ll marry out. Your child doesn’t even bear our name. How can you compare to Haoran?”

When Sikong Mingyue tried to respond, Fengyun snapped:

“Enough! Are you teaching me how to act? You’ve grown bold daring to talk back!”

That was the final straw.

Sikong Mingyue’s heart turned cold.

The last thread of affection snapped.

Sikong Qianjun sensed danger.

Fengyun had gone too far.

Sikong Mingyue stared at her.

“If you truly believe that then kill me first.”

She stepped forward, defiant.

Fengyun thought she had her cornered.

She knew Mingyue wasn’t heartless she wouldn’t strike her.

Sikong Mingyue didn’t move.

Years of care couldn’t be erased.

But that didn’t mean she would back down.

She turned to Ye Wushang.

Ye Wushang glanced at her and smiled faintly.

Fengyun felt a chill.

Ye Wushang waved his hand.

A surge of power swept Fengyun aside, immobilizing her.

Sikong Mingyue didn’t hesitate.

She raised her spear and resumed the slaughter.

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No one could stop her.

As the clan’s core crumbled, a King finally snapped.

“Enough! Sikong Mingyue, stop!”

A Fourth Heaven King soared into the sky, aiming to subdue her.

But before he could act.

A wave of killing intent slammed into him.

He turned and Ye Wushang was staring coldly.

One hand held Fengyun.

The other clenched into a fist.

Heaven-Shattering Divine Fist.

A tidal wave of power surged forth.

Though Ye Wushang had only mastered the first layer, his strength was overwhelming.

Even peak Kings would tremble.

The elder countered with his strongest move.

But it was like a child’s punch.

Ye Wushang’s fist shattered his technique and his body.

Blood mist filled the sky.

Everyone was horrified.

Fengyun, suspended in midair, watched in terror.

Blood mist surrounded her.

She felt her own blood freeze.

Ye Wushang didn’t care.

He sent a stream of energy to protect her heart.

She was Mingyue’s elder.

If Mingyue didn’t want her dead, he wouldn’t act.

Sikong Qianjun’s eyes narrowed.

That King had been nearly his equal.

He could defeat him—but not kill him.

Yet Ye Wushang had obliterated him in one strike.

Regret filled his heart.

Even Fengyun couldn’t stop Sikong Mingyue.

Her stance was clear.

He had been accepted by a divine-tier elder.

With his status, he could summon Emperors or even divine beings to help.

Unlike Sikong Mingyue, who had spent years honoring her family and seeking justice.

Sikong Haoran was cold and selfish.

Sikong Qianjun finally spoke.

“Stop, Sikong Mingyue. I accept your terms.”

She halted, staring coldly.

“Then you do it yourself.”

Sikong Qianjun took a deep breath and struck.

Every cultivator above the Purple Palace Realm was slain.

The few remaining Kings were terrified.

Sikong Qianjun turned to Ye Wushang.

Ye Wushang didn’t reply.

The Kings couldn’t escape.

Ye Wushang raised his hand like a blade.

A beam of light tore through the sky.

The Kings were annihilated.

Sikong Mingyue stood firm.

“For my father and brothers this vengeance ends today.”