Calculated by the Entire Sect? Don't Cry When Your Whole Family is Slaughtered! - Chapter 7

“You, don’t come any closer…”

Seeing Shen Lian approaching him with a face full of killing intent, Ye Fan trembled with fear, constantly moving backward.

Inside the blood-soaked Enforcement Hall, accompanied by heavy footsteps, a rhythmic approach, step by step…

Fear spread like a plague through Ye Fan’s body.

“Shen Lian, you can’t kill me. If you kill me, the seven senior sisters will never forgive you.”

At this point, Ye Fan began to bring up the seven white-eyed wolves, seemingly trying to make Shen Lian spare him.

But unfortunately, the current Shen Lian was no longer the “Boiling Goat” whose original soul was possessed, who would still cling to them even knowing the seven wanted to kill him.

“Hmph…”

With a cold snort, Shen Lian was already standing in front of Ye Fan.

From Shen Lian’s eyes, Ye Fan couldn’t see a hint of the familiar meekness.

All he saw was endless mockery and scorn.

The so-called Son of Destiny was naturally a prodigy favored by the Heavenly Dao, whose luck far surpassed ordinary people by hundreds or thousands of times.

They could also be said to be the protagonists of a world. Any opponent who tried to suppress them would ultimately suffer a backlash, leaving them completely ruined.

However, Shen Lian was an exception.

He transmigrated to a fantasy world, starting as a character who wasn’t even a supporting role, merely an ant cannon fodder, not even qualified to be a stepping stone for those Sons of Destiny.

Once he had any conflict with a Son of Destiny, he wouldn’t even survive half a chapter, and even the process of his death would be glossed over in shtty* prose.

However, Shen Lian miraculously rose from a mere passerby role all the way to the peak, relying on his extraordinary will and keen insight.

In his ninety-nine lifetimes, the Sons of Destiny who died by his hand numbered no less than a thousand, perhaps even seven hundred.

Later, many of the so-called Sons of Destiny were even personally cultivated by Shen Lian to reach the peak, because he found it too unchallenging to simply eradicate them. Then, in a direct confrontation, he would completely cast them down from their pedestals, their spiritual souls drained and refined into human elixirs by the Human Emperor Cauldron.

Due to Shen Lian’s formidable strength that made even gods and demons retreat, and his unconstrained and wild personality, coupled with his path of cultivating through martial arts and defying the peak with a mortal body, he was honored with the title “Human Emperor” for several decades.

However, due to his extremely arrogant and cold personality, more people preferred to call Shen Lian “Human Madman.”

But Shen Lian indeed had the capital to be arrogant. When one possesses absolute power that can crush everything, “arrogant” (狂) becomes a compliment.

“Let me take a good look at the esteemed face of the prodigy whom the entire sect cultivated by sparing no resources.”

Shen Lian bent down, carefully staring at Ye Fan’s effeminate and handsome face.

Facing Shen Lian at such close proximity, Ye Fan didn’t even dare to breathe.

This extreme sense of oppression was something he had never experienced in his life.

After about three breaths, Shen Lian shook his head: “So, the prodigy is just this kind of humble, cowardly, base existence.

Then I can only say that the fcking idiots of the Heavenly Feather Sect must have been blind to choose you as their pawn to reach the peak of life.

I advise you to look in a mirror, see your current disgusting appearance that even dogs despise. If I were you, I would choose to commit suicide on the spot, at least to preserve a shred of a Son of Destiny’s dignity.”

Without waiting for Ye Fan’s reply, he plunged his blood-stained long sword into the floor about an inch in front of his crotch, near his descendant’s root.

In an instant, cold sweat poured down Ye Fan’s body. If Shen Lian’s sword had deviated even a little, he would have been completely castrated.

“Come, use this Profound-grade spiritual sword to prove to me that you are not useless, that you can prefer death over dishonor for the pride of a prodigy, for your own self-respect.”

Shen Lian finished speaking, took half a step back, and half-closed his eyes, seemingly waiting for Ye Fan to commit suicide with the sword.

“No, Senior Brother Shen, do you really not care about the seven senior sisters anymore? They… they…”

But the next moment, facing Shen Lian’s playful and contemptuous gaze, Ye Fan couldn’t utter a single word.

“Speak, why aren’t you speaking?”

Shen Lian slowly unfolded his folding fan.

“Are you trying to say that if I even harmed a single hair on you, those seven ungrateful white-eyed wolves would sever ties with me and never forgive me?”

“Are you trying to say that if they knew your current situation, they would do anything to eliminate me to please you?”

“Hahahaha, Son of Destiny? That’s truly laughable. In the end, you’re just a waste who only relies on women.

Just like your incomplete life, pathetic and miserable.”

“Do you think I still care about those seven white-eyed wolves? Do you think I’d feel uneasy if you mentioned their names?”

“If that’s what you think, then I regret to tell you a reality.”

Shen Lian turned his back, slightly tilting his head.

“You’ve miscalculated. I will return the humiliation you inflicted upon me all these years, double.”

“Since I can send them to the altar, I can naturally send them to hell. Those who betray someone who truly gave their heart,

will forever only be fit to rot in the mud, like ants looking up at the existence they aspire to, eventually fading away into a pile of yellow earth!”

“So, Son of Destiny, tell me, when your only means against me fails, what other method can restrain the will of a soaring dragon?”

Ye Fan’s mind went blank. He couldn’t believe that Shen Lian truly didn’t care about the seven senior sisters at all.

How could this be? He had clearly been PUAed by the seven to the point of losing all dignity, reduced to a humble dog. Why would such a drastic change occur in just one night?

No, if this was the case, how could he ascend to the peak, how could he become an existence worshipped by billions of living beings?

At this moment, perhaps due to the blessing of the Heavenly Dao’s luck, his internal fear was replaced by endless resentment.

Looking at the arrogant figure with his back turned, and then at the blood-stained spiritual sword before him, killing intent instantly filled his entire body.

“No, I must kill him! I can’t let him live!”

He suddenly stood up, disregarding his injuries, and pressed down on the spiritual sword embedded in the ground, his face turning extremely hideous.

“Shen Lian, you deserve to die!”

With an angry roar, Ye Fan tried to pull out the sword to stab Shen Lian in the back.

He had calculated. At this distance, at this timing, as long as he stabbed, Shen Lian would surely die.

But the next moment, an extremely awkward scene occurred.

He couldn’t even pull out the spiritual sword embedded in the stone floor.

“How is this possible? Why can’t I pull it out?”

Ye Fan looked at the spiritual sword embedded in the ground with disbelief. It was as if it had merged with the earth, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move it an inch.

“Hahahaha~”

Feeling Ye Fan’s clown-like actions behind him, Shen Lian couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

He slowly raised his index finger to Ye Fan behind him, gently shaking it: “A dignified Son of Destiny, unable to even pull out a mere spiritual sword? Your level of uselessness is truly refreshing!”

After speaking, he suddenly turned around and slammed a palm strike into Ye Fan’s chest.

“Puff—”

Boom—

Spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, Ye Fan was directly embedded into the wall, which was constructed of high-grade granite.

This palm strike directly shattered his protective spiritual energy and broke three of his ribs.

“Waste, die!”

Shen Lian raised his palm again, increasing his power. A fierce wind swirled and condensed in his palm, striking towards Ye Fan with a boom.

“Rebellious disciple, stop!”

Just at this critical moment, a powerful roar shook the Enforcement Hall.

Following it was a massive palm force condensed into a silver glow, heading straight for Shen Lian’s back.

“Hmm?”

With a questioning sound, Shen Lian seemed to have expected it.

He immediately withdrew his attack, quickly grabbed the disoriented Ye Fan, and spun around, using him as a shield.