Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 815: Let Me Kill You

Once Grand Elder Puci had given his blunt and resolute pledge, Li Wei soared through the air to confront Zhao Tingyu.

Gripping a Dharma Treasure in each hand while the pagoda hovered protectively above, he felt a surge of terrifying power coursing through him. That "One Thought" ability, which allowed him to stop time for less than a millisecond, was undeniably a God-tier Skill for any cultivator at his level.

Furthermore, this divine technique would only grow more potent as his Cultivation progressed. Li Wei was certain that against "weaklings" in the Void Refining realm like Yaozu, or even those significantly more powerful, a single thrust of his spear would be enough to end them.

As Li Wei drew near, Zhao Tingyu remained trapped within the formation, his expression cold and direct.

"Kill me," he demanded.

The man’s gaze was fixed with unwavering determination and a total lack of fear despite his desperate situation. Li Wei frowned, recalling how Zhao Wan had displayed that same chilling resolve when she entered Yaozu’s Void Refining Space earlier.

Suddenly, a notification from his descendants flickered onto the panel.

[The Zhao Clan members have utilized the Zhao Clan Pagodas to rapidly harvest the Destinies of others throughout the Immortal Domain.]

"It seems your people have no fear of death," Li Wei remarked softly.

In response, Zhao Tingyu let out a sneering laugh.

"I never imagined the Azure Cloud Li Clan would harbor an entity such as yourself. However, it is a shame. To suppress me, you have drained your Time Laws; you won't be able to manifest them again for at least three to five years."

He continued, "If you believe that defeating me spells the end of the Zhao Clan, you are deluded. My clan has endured for one hundred and sixty thousand years, even after being hunted by the Demonic People. How could a clan like yours ever comprehend the depth of our heritage?"

His eyes seemed to pierce through the Void Refining Space, as if he could see the entirety of the Immortal Domain. Watching the Destiny of countless souls ascending into the heavens, his voice grew loud and rhythmic.

"The changing eras may push us back, but they can never destroy the Zhao Clan. You and your kind are nothing more than nourishment for our survival."

His arrogance was absolute. Even the numerous gashes covering his body could not diminish the pride he held as a Zhao Clan Elder. Li Wei replied with a calm tone, "I can only hope the rest of your kin share your vanity."

"Hahaha!" Zhao Tingyu roared with laughter. "You think you can use my life as leverage against my clansmen? How absurd! Hahaha!"

... The massive conflict erupted across the Immortal Domain. Upon his arrival, Li Wei witnessed millions of his clansmen charging into the fray. He could sense the intense vibrations from above, where Fairy Bai, Zhao Jingmiao, Zhuo Linlin, and the Martial Emperor were locked in a lethal struggle within a Void Refining Space.

Floating high in the sky, Zhao Buqun was busy activating the tall towers scattered throughout the domain. These structures were far from simple residences; they functioned as vital nodes for a Grand Formation. The scale of the battle turned the obsidian night into a brilliant day as spiritual power clashed, causing the world's Qi to fluctuate violently.

The battlefield had expanded so rapidly that it was hard to distinguish the front lines. Cultivators pursued one another through the clouds, and the thunderous sounds of combat reverberated across the Duravia Trade Prefecture. Colossal Dharma Idols, some reaching a thousand meters in height, stomped across the landscape. Groups of cultivators rode their swords into the melee, and in a heartbeat, a giant that seemed invincible could be brought crashing down.

The air was thick with Dharma Treasures, Spirit Tools, Talismans, and Puppets. In this desperate struggle for survival, no one held back. Most possessed hidden trump cards. In a war involving a million cultivators, reinforcements could appear in an instant via "Spirit Control" or "Ghost Control," swelling the ranks of an army tenfold.

One moment, mountains were being pulverized and the earth split open; the next, massive tidal waves surged toward the heavens.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, a thousand-meter ancient tree manifested on the field! It was the Old Tree of the Li family. Its massive trunk was currently bare, having lost its signature red leaves. Sharp roots and branches acted like spears, skewering a flock of summoned avian beasts. Li Changsheng was perched upon the trunk as a weathered, human-like face formed on the bark, shouting fiercely at him.

"Watch and learn, brat! I might not be a duelist, but in a chaotic brawl like this, you’re not even in my league!"

"..." Li Changsheng merely rolled his eyes, suspecting the Old Tree was still bitter about his previous duel with Zhao Qingxia.

"Tree Spirits, Stone Spirits, heed my call!" the Old Tree bellowed. The ground shook as Stone Spirits emerged from the soil to join the charge. Trees that had survived the initial devastation began to move on wooden legs, marching into the slaughter like soldiers.

A giant beast at the Divinity Transformation stage, summoned by a Zhao Clan member, lunged toward the Old Tree. Li Changsheng snapped his white eyes open, and the beast was instantly slammed into the dirt by a crushing gravitational force, howling in pain.

"Well done, boy! Hahaha!" The Old Tree laughed, his bloodlust rising. He was prepared to let out a world-shaking roar, but his joy was cut short.

A massive sheet of Mystical Yellow Talisman Paper drifted into the sky. Before it, three lotus platforms carried the Three Thieves, who maintained their usual eccentric and mysterious auras amidst the carnage.

"I have witnessed." "I observe." "The Zhao Clan’s luck has run dry. If you seek a path to reincarnation, you should—" "Slit your own throats and return to the Heavens!!!"

"..."

The Old Tree stopped mid-motion. The face on the bark went blank for a moment before turning a deep shade of fury. "Ah! You bastards! You absolute bastards!!!"

The original Thirteen Profound Seals had evolved into the Fifteen Profound Seals. From the divine talisman, fifteen top-tier experts emerged. These semi-transparent spirit bodies glowed with golden light, possessing physical strength that rivaled any flesh-and-blood cultivator. Each had their own specialized techniques, and in the middle of the chaos, not a single enemy could get within half an inch of the three lotus platforms.

The Old Tree’s enraged scream gave Li Tianming quite a scare. He looked over to see the tree lashing out wildly, roots and branches stabbing into the ground as it danced in a blood-fueled frenzy. Shrinking back, he whispered, "Big Brother, Tianqi... what's wrong with the Old Tree? He looks like he’s lost his mind."

"Oh, we probably just stole his lines. And since we sounded more sophisticated saying them, he’s throwing a tantrum," Li Tianqi answered nonchalantly.

"Wait, is that bad?" Li Tianming nervously tugged at his ear. The Old Tree was known for his short fuse; if he decided to take it out on them, they were in trouble.

Li Tianyi rolled his eyes at his brother's cowardice. "What's there to fear? If things get bad, we just won't go home for a century or so. Once he beats up my old man, he'll probably cool down."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Tianyi’s expression shifted. He saw Li Tianming—who had been shaking with fear just seconds ago—suddenly break into a twisted, savage grin. His eyes turned a deep crimson as he stood up on his lotus platform.

With a sudden burst of speed, he flew toward a Zhao Clan cultivator in the distance—a Divinity Transformation expert who held the graceful air of an immortal.

"That guy... he's taken over!" Li Tianqi’s lip twitched. He and Li Tianyi shared a look of pure panic.

"Crap, catch him! Quickly! Get him back here!"

From the distance, a high-pitched, manic screech echoed over the battlefield: "I’m begging you, don't run! Just let me kill you! Let me kill you! Jie jie jie jie jie!"