You bastard, are you still mocking here!
Lou Feng chuckled with anger, glancing at the Chun Jun in his hand. "The foundation is decent, but the changes are lacking, such a waste of a good foundation... Spiritual Change? Do you even understand what you're doing, you bastard!"
With that, he lightly waved his hand.
In an instant, a strand of pale fla rose from the clear, transparent sword blade, spreading and completely engulfing the howling Hippolita.
The ghastly white fla roared, yet it exuded no heat, only bone-chilling cold!
Right before Minkler's eyes, Hippolita's body stiffened rapidly, coated with frost, as if plunged into an icy abyss, and even the Mutant Soul Snake transford into an ice sculpture.
Shattering on its own.
Finally, only a ground of frozen dust remained.
With a flick of a finger, layers of Spiritual Change overlapped and evolved, effortlessly bestowing Chun Jun with a brand-new transformation — Frozen Fla Quality Change!
As if sensing the changes Lou Feng had perford.
The original writing vanished without a trace, replaced by a lower layer of ssage.
—[Average].
Lou Feng's face grew ever darker. Why is it that even inside the Family God's belly, so people are still barking!!!
He had no doubt that if he angrily tried to erase that layer of ssage, another layer of mockery would surely appear next!
Don't ask, it's because he knows this bastard too well!
Lou Feng gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to explode, but imdiately after, the ssage dissipated, and a new line of writing appeared before his eyes.
[Angry also average]
You bastard, are you never going to end it!!!
As if sensing Lou Feng's fury, the writing dissipated contentedly, never to be seen again.
Only the stunned Minkler and the livid Lou Feng looked at each other in bewildernt.
"Let's go."
Suppressing his anger, Lou Feng turned around and squeezed words from between his teeth: "Ti is short, if you want to find soone, you'd better hurry."
"Find who?"
Minkler followed behind, bewildered.
Lou Feng looked back at him:
"Your father."
"Old bastard, you're not dead after all!!!"
At the highest point of the Netherworld Xiang State, relying on nurous arrangents, Bogio, who has reached the core, glared with fury.
Reversed Heavenly Gang.
But it could be understood.
No matter who it was, having gone through countless trials and finally achieving near success, only to find the last barrier turned out to be one's own father, it's only natural to break down.
Moreover, the notion of filial piety never existed in the Chopra family.
Rather than calling it parent-child, it was more like a tool and user relationship.
Over a hundred sons and daughters were nothing but tools for the old bastard Busstaman, used as leverage for alliances, contract relics, and expendable resources!
Even Bogio was no different!
Trembling with caution, walking on thin ice, even as the son most relied on by the old bastard, supported by his mother's clan, he feared being thrown out as a sacrificial piece... not to ntion the nurous siblings and illegitimate children eyeing his position!
Until one day, he couldn't bear it anymore.
He poisoned him.
That's right, Busstaman's death was orchestrated by Bogio.
When the old bastard received good news and was overjoyed, Bogio, who knew his father's habits, personally injected the carefully prepared Soul-binding Silk into his father's favorite bottle of hidden liquor.
Out of six bottles, only one had been tampered with.
He placed everything on the gamble, and he won, winning big!
Despite occasional setbacks, he knew fate favored him, and ultimately, the winner would be him!
Yet now, as he got closest to success, fate told him a joke.
In the joke, a clown existed, and it was him.
In the very center of the Netherworld Xiang State, in the deepest part of the family temple, his father, the head of the Chopra family, Busstaman, was waiting for him.
"Oh, it's Xiao Si."
Before the family fire, Busstaman slowly turned around to face him, glancing at his furious visage, as if sighing helplessly.
"Useless thing…"
He said, "How co only so few have died?"
Bogio was stunned.
In a daze.
Thoughts raced through his mind, and finally, he seed to comprehend everything.
"You… did it on purpose…"
His expression writhed. "You purposely gave the Family Master Ring to Minkler!!!"
What looked like a final thought before death was actually a preditated plan!
To carelessly and recklessly, at this critical juncture, hand over the family's prestigious artifact to an undeserving opportunist!
Even knowing that it would spark turmoil.
No, precisely because it would spark turmoil!
To push them into a deadly struggle for the position of family head!
"Minkler? Just a handy choice, among the suitable kids, he stood out the most... after such a long ti without his arrival, it seems he's doing quite well."
Busstaman sighed, full of disappointnt as he looked at him, "And you, how can you be such a failure."
Just a few killed?
Such a disgrace!
With his words, within the sprawling family temple, in the darkness where the family fire could not reflect, figures writhed and wailed, as if entangled by the branches of a giant tree, slowly descended.
Those figures and those faces...
In the bone-chilling dread, Bogio stiffly took a step back.
They were all his brothers and sisters!
But the scale of it all was more than just dozens...
It was more than hundreds!
Among them were familiar faces, and even n and won he had never even thought of...
Apart from the registered offspring of the Chopra family, over the years, Busstaman's illegitimate children had long spread throughout the Thousand Islands! Assisted by technologies like test-tube babies, they had reached a scale of over a thousand.
And now, the vast majority were all here!
Looking at those vastly different yet faintly similar empty faces in essence, Bogio felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and instinctively took a step back.
"It's a pity that the illegitimate children not witnessed by the family fire ultimately have limited influence on the Family God, at most they can only achieve this level."
Busstaman sighed, not hiding his disappointnt at all: "It's one thing for descendants to be undutiful, but being incompetent, that is the family's greatest original sin.
Bogio, you really are a waste."
With his words, amidst the wailing, countless puppet-like figures rose and fell like sea tides, and the empty face of the Family God gradually descended from the darkness.
The howls and screams echoed from outside the family temple, making Busstaman smile slightly: "Xiao Jiu is here too? Just as well... together then!"
With his words, a bizarre limb shot out, piercing through a struggling soul, forcibly dragging it into the family temple, suspending it in mid-air.
Wailing, crying, quickly withered, completely turned into a puppet.
And imdiately after, Bogio saw that behind Busstaman, on the giant empty face of the Family God, there seed to be a subtle change.
Becoming... more like Busstaman!
"Father-in-law, truly impressive thods!"
A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, coming from Bogio's chest.
In front of Bogio's chest, the soul revealed a rise of flesh and skin, eerily forming an old face, the elder opened his murky eyes, looking at Busstaman: "This plan, truly terrifying... Using offspring as anchors for self-sacrifice, using one's own bloodline to control descendants, then using the massive souls of offspring to in turn control the Family God, finally completely taking control of the Family God!
If this succeeds, for generations, the Chopra family will be under your control.
Truly admirable and lantable."
"Not quite like Wulou Temple's covert sches, using the Federation's stratagems just to deal with my little Chopra family..."
Busstaman smiled indifferently: "Do you really think I haven't noticed this infiltration under my nose all these years?"
"Father-in-law, when in a sea of bitterness, turning back is the shore." The old monk on Bogio's chest opened his eyes, "Where in the world is there an eternal emperor? Let it go, believe in the wisdom of future generations..."
"Why didn't you say that to the Emperor when the Eternal Dynasty still existed?"
Busstaman sneered: "I really admire you bald donkeys, wanting to seize others' inheritance, and still able to say it so eloquently. If this waste Bogio becos the Family Head, the Chopra family will probably be your Wulou Temple's Upper Court!"
"This is to take refuge in the Righteous Law, to take refuge in the Master, to take refuge in the Supre Perfect Enlightennt!"
The old monk smiled: "All joys, how can they be..."
Boom!!!
Without warning, without any action, blazing light and a black tide suddenly burst forth from the family temple.
Whether it was Busstaman or the old monk within Bogio's soul, in the midst of banter, suddenly turned against each other.
Amidst the deceitful chatter and dialogue, both parties had long begun silently casting, waiting for their cooldowns to stack all their buffs, fully prepared to strike ruthlessly!
Countless suspended figures were gulped down by the Family God with a slurp, imdiately after, the giant empty face of the Family God began to look incredibly similar to Busstaman.
It wasn't just at the level of offspring anymore, but as if twin brothers.
Yet regrettably, it was still not enough.
The ideal state was a closely integrated chira, which was still far away.
But to deal with the rebellious child before his eyes, it was already more than enough!
Busstaman's soul also dissolved, rging into the Family God, imdiately after, the enormous family temple squird and transford, actually becoming a partial image of Busstaman's body.
Like a giant, lowering its eyes to gaze at the dust before it.
Palm over the earth.
Everything inside the family temple, Bogio, was already in his palm!
The five fingers suddenly clenched!
And beneath those fingers, amidst the dazzling light that burst forth, Bogio's body suddenly expanded, suddenly transforming into a three-headed six-ard form, sitting cross-legged.
Only, the center Bogio's head was particularly illusory, and from his shoulders grew two different heads, looking exactly like his grandfather.
Not killed by a single squeeze, instead, he grabbed hold of the Vajra Pestle in hand and struck down across the air!
Suddenly, in the vast Netherworld, thunder rumbled, countless chanting of scriptures resounded like tides, responding to the external Seven Treasures Circle Realm, opening up a niche of pure land.
Beneath the Vajra Pestle that struck down from a distance, Busstaman's enormous body exploded violently.
Thus, a torrential Blood Rain poured down.
"What the hell was that!"
In the midst of the Blood Rain, Minkler, who was panting heavily while climbing up the mountain path, was completely stunned, bewildered as he asked, "What was that just now?"
"Let see..."
Lou Feng squinted his eyes, looked over, and then suddenly realized: "That was your dad."
He said, "Your dad exploded."
"Huh?"
Minkler was taken aback, overjoyed.
"Really?"
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