The four Soul Saints, the strongest pillars of the clan, had fallen one after another. With their deaths, the backbone of the Bloodscale Clan was already broken.
Standing in the shadows, Wang Yan released his domain once more. The invisible pressure quietly spread around the three of them, covering the nearby courtyards and corridors.
This time he did not bother to conceal it. His domain served a clear purpose.
The Crimson Bloodscale Centipede martial soul of the clan was famous for its vicious poison. If many clan members released poison together, the toxic aura could spread through the battlefield.
Zhao Qing did not worry about it much. His Thunder Beast martial soul naturally resisted poison, and lightning could easily disperse it. Wang Yan himself was also unaffected while controlling his domain.
But Liu Ming could still be influenced by large amounts of poison. During their previous battle, he had already felt its effects slightly.
Keeping the domain active would suppress the poisonous aura and prevent it from spreading toward him. At the same time, anyone entering the domain would have their strength and movements suppressed.
With this protection in place, Wang Yan no longer saw any reason to continue hiding.
He looked toward the Bloodscale Clan, he said calmly. "There's no need for stealth anymore."
Liu Ming tightened his grip on his spear, while faint lightning flickered around Zhao Qing's hand.
The silent hunt had ended. Now they would attack the clan openly.
Wang Yan's domain spread across the surrounding courtyards, and the fluctuations of spirit power immediately broke the quiet of the Bloodscale Clan.
Nearby guards quickly sensed the unusual pressure and rushed toward the source. At first only a few patrol members arrived, but when they saw the bodies of their fallen clansmen lying in the shadows, their expressions changed drastically.
"Enemy! There are enemies inside the clan!"
The alarm spread rapidly.
More and more clan members began rushing out from different directions. Doors opened, figures leaped down from rooftops, and patrol groups gathered from the surrounding compounds.
Within a short time, dozens of fighters had already surrounded the three figures.
Among them were Soul Kings, Soul Emperors, and Soul Ancestors, along with many disciples below Level 40. As their martial souls were released, the air quickly filled with the dark poisonous aura of the Crimson Bloodscale Centipede.
But the moment they stepped closer, they felt a heavy pressure descend upon them.
They had entered Wang Yan's domain.
Their movements slowed, their spirit power was suppressed, and even the spreading poison weakened within the invisible field. The Bloodscale Clan fighters roared in anger and charged forward together.
They rushed in as one, trying to overwhelm the three with numbers.
But the moment they closed in— they began to die.
Wang Yan stepped forward, his sword moving in a smooth, controlled arc. A Soul King at the front fell instantly, his body collapsing before he could even react. Without pause, the blade shifted again, cutting through another who tried to attack from the side.
Liu Ming followed closely.
His spear thrust forward again and again, fast and direct. One strike pierced through an approaching guard, the next forced back two more. He did not stop moving, each step forward matched with another killing strike.
Zhao Qing advanced with them, thunder erupting around his body. Lightning tore through the crowd, striking down those who tried to surround them. Several Soul Kings and Soul Ancestors collapsed under the impact, their bodies thrown aside.
The formation of the Bloodscale Clan broke almost immediately.
More fighters arrived from all directions—core members, protector servants, guards—but none of them could slow the three down.
They kept killing. Bodies began to cover the courtyard, then the pathways beyond it.
The more they gathered, the faster they died. Screams spread across the entire estate.
Inside the deep parts of the clan, in the hidden chamber—
Xu Yuan suddenly opened his eyes. The moment the domain had spread, he had already sensed something was wrong.
But now— the screams reached him clearly.
A slaughter.
His expression turned dark. He could no longer sense the auras of the Soul Saints.
And now— even the auras of the Soul Emperors and Soul kings were disappearing one by one.
"Wang Yan…"
His voice was low, filled with killing intent. Without hesitation, Xu Yuan stood up and rushed out.
Back in the courtyard, the killing had not slowed.
By the time Xu Yuan was rushing toward the battlefield— the Bloodscale Clan had already begun to collapse under the slaughter. The entire ground before him was in ruins.
Bodies lay scattered across the courtyards and pathways, and in the middle of it all—
the three figures were still moving. With every step they took, someone fell.
Xu Yuan's eyes trembled. This was destruction of his clan.
"Stop."
His voice rang out, filled with fury. It spread across the clan.
But the three did not stop. Wang Yan turned his head slightly.
Their eyes met. Calm—and completely indifferent.
Then, as if Xu Yuan's presence meant nothing— they continued moving. Another life fell. Then another.
Xu Yuan's expression twisted. "You…!"
His aura surged violently as he stepped forward, his figure rushing toward them without hesitation.
Wang Yan moved as well.
The distance between them began to close.
But the moment Xu Yuan entered the range of Wang Yan's Slaughter Sword Domain, everything changed.
The space around him grew heavy. His movements slowed. His power—suppressed.
Wang Yan stepped forward to meet him. The sword in his hand moved. The first strike landed.
Xu Yuan tried to block, but the force behind it made his body tremble. Before he could stabilize, the second strike followed, then the third—each one faster, heavier, more precise.
He tried to retaliate. He tried to push back.
But inside the domain, every movement of his felt restrained, every attack lacking its full strength.
With each exchange, he was forced backward and his injuries worsened. Blood slowly spilled from his mouth. His breathing turned uneven.
Wang Yan did not rush to finish him. He pressed forward, step by step, until Xu Yuan could barely stand.
Then— he stopped.
Xu Yuan remained there, injured, unsteady, unable to advance or escape.
And behind Wang Yan— the slaughter continued.
He, Liu Ming and Zhao Qing moved through the clan without pause. The remaining members, could not resist. One after another, they were cut down without any real struggle.
Slowly, the entire clan fell into silence. In the end— only a few remained. Women who possessed no soul power. Children, small and unaware, too young to even step into battle. And the elderly, whose strength had long since faded.
No one left who could stand against them. The Bloodscale Clan had completely lost its power to resist.
Xu Yuan saw everything.
His clan, his people— reduced to this. His body trembled, not just from injury, but from rage and helplessness.
Yet he could do nothing but only watch.
As the final sounds of death faded, the clan grounds fell into complete silence.
Wang Yan turned. Step by step, he walked toward Xu Yuan.
End of chapter.