Chapter 397 You Want a River of Blood

What kind of experience would it be for a powerful Yuanshen (Sun) warrior to go up against a group of adventurers whose highest level is no higher than Yuehui?

Let’s put it this way, Wushuang mowing the grass, do you understand?

Lu Xiaoqi is the invincible Lu Bu, and those people from the Zhao family are a group of small and scattered soldiers.

That’s probably how it feels.

The attacks launched by others with all their strength are just to the extent that Lu Xiaoqi can defeat them with just a raise of his hand, and facing Lu Xiaoqi’s casual attack, whether they join forces to resist or dodge, they are as humble as ants on the ground, and finally end up being ruthlessly crushed.

The sword intent emanating from Lu Xiaoqi’s body at this moment is like a substance, and it has reached the point of triggering the rules without any effort.

Even if it is just a glance, the rule power filled with the sword intent is enough to kill anyone present in seconds.

He even has the leisure to stop and let them unite to launch the final counterattack.

Then, in front of them, they tore their hopes apart bit by bit.

The Zhao family struggled to launch a joint attack in the end - the huge energy ball formed by the resonance of the secret technique was easily caught by Lu Xiaoqi with one hand.

Then it was constantly compressed in his hand, gradually becoming deeper from the initial azure blue, and finally with a touch of black.

As Lu Xiaoqi lightly put his palms together, the energy ball in his palm was directly annihilated in the desperate eyes of everyone.

Only a faint energy fluctuation and a "boom" sound were left.

It was as if a muffled cannon was fired in this huge Zhao family mansion...

The next moment, Lu Xiaoqi's counterattack arrived. He pressed the air with one hand, and the people who had been lingering on the field, or those who came to join the battle one after another, all changed their faces, as if they were hit by a huge shock wave, spitting blood and flying backwards, falling to the ground unable to move.

Wang Yayi also lay weakly in the ranks of this group of people.

She had lost her previous calmness and elegance. Her face was full of ferocity and resentment. She stared at Lu Xiaoqi, as if trying to cut her into pieces with her eyes.

The moment the two sides fought, she lost her cultivation, skills, and equipment that she was proud of. She could only lie on the ground helplessly and watch everything that happened next.

——Lu Xiaoqi just stimulated the effectiveness of his own magic power. This power, which itself has extraordinary spirituality, spontaneously eroded Wang Yayi's body, turning her equipment into waste and her cultivation into nothingness.

Without her cultivation, she couldn't use her skills. She was restrained by her magic power and even had to look at Lu Xiaoqi's will to move a finger.

So, she could only watch Lu Xiaoqi kill step by step and wipe out all the loyal subordinates she brought...

Almost in an instant.

Lu Xiaoqi destroyed everything she had accumulated in the past thirty years!

How could she not hate him?

......

"Who else?"

Standing alone in the grounds of the Zhao family's house, Lu Xiaoqi put his hands behind his back and glanced at the whole place.

The air was filled with a faint smell of blood. The people of the Zhao family were lying on the ground in a scattered manner. Some of them still had the strength to groan, but most of them were lying on the ground motionless.

——Of course, it is not ruled out that some of those who were not moving were pretending to be dead.

But most of them were really dead.

In fact, Lu Xiaoqi was already relatively gentle when he started to fight.

At least for those who died, Lu Xiaoqi tried his best to leave them with intact bodies.

And those who didn't die were at most seriously injured, and they would recover after lying at home for more than half a year.

This was mainly because Lu Xiaoqi also considered that they were Zhao Xueqing's family after all. If they really fell out, it would make it difficult for his father-in-law.

He didn't care about other people's thoughts, but he couldn't ignore Zhao Xueqing's feelings.

As for Wang Yayi, Lu Xiaoqi didn't kill her directly, not because he was showing mercy, but mainly because he wanted to hand her over to Zhao Xueqing to deal with.

Including those who died, except for a few who didn't know what was good for them and had to attack Lu Xiaoqi at the cost of their lives, most of them were "traitors" who were loyal to Wang Yayi.

Lu Xiaoqi had already confirmed this with the [Eye of Breaking Illusions], and there was basically no error, unless someone was so cruel that he could even deceive his own voice.

Then his death was not unjust.

There were also some Zhao family members who were still intact who were completely frightened by Lu Xiaoqi. Seeing Lu Xiaoqi's eyes sweeping over them, they actually knelt down tremblingly and took the initiative to put down their weapons and surrender.

Lu Xiaoqi smiled disdainfully. Although he looked down on these guys, it was precisely because of their existence that Lu Xiaoqi could avoid many things.

"Go and notify your patriarch right away."

"I hope to see him in front of me within a quarter of an hour, otherwise..." Lu Xiaoqi didn't say anything, but just glanced at the people lying on the ground.

The outcome is self-evident.

But someone immediately knelt down and cried, "Please calm down, Lu Riyao, we have already notified the patriarch, but..."

"We can't contact him!"

"Oh?" Lu Xiaoqi raised his eyebrows and snorted, "I'll come and ask everyone in person, I don't believe that no one in the entire Zhao family can contact their patriarch!"

This was said with murderous intent, which made people think of the fate of those who could not contact the head of the family...

Perhaps it would be the same as those who lay on the ground and could never get up...

Lu Xiaoqi said viciously, and strode towards the people of the Zhao family, scaring these lackeys who were lying on the ground to retreat again and again, fearing that they would be caught by him and asked about Zhao Yehua's whereabouts.

As for whether he was pretending or not, who knows?

But Lu Xiaoqi was indeed a little impatient.

"Alas-"

At this time, a long sigh from the inner door caught Lu Xiaoqi's attention, and he couldn't help but stop his action.

An old man with a cane in his hand walked out slowly, his wrinkled face full of the sadness of "family misfortune". His hazy eyes looked at the tall figure in front of him with infinite power, and said in a slightly hoarse old tone: "Please calm down, Lu Riyao, I know the whereabouts of the head of the family, you are generous, just let them go..."

Lu Xiaoqi actually noticed this old man a long time ago.

In fact, no one in the Zhao family can hide from his perception.

This is just an ordinary old man with white hair. Lu Xiaoqi is naturally not interested in being rough with an ordinary person. He only likes to attack those self-righteous strong men.

At this moment, such an ordinary person can face the powerful pressure emanating from the strong man Riyao and stand up bravely, which makes Lu Xiaoqi feel a little surprised.

This also made him feel a little respect for the old man. He quickly put away the pressure he exuded, and also removed his super-god weapon "Black Rose". He walked up to the old man and said in a gentle tone: "Old man, do you mean, do you know the whereabouts of the head of the Zhao family?" The old man nodded: "I know who you are looking for. Come with me." At this moment, Zhao Xueqing, who Lu Xiaoqi couldn't find, was in another space, staring blankly at the light blue figure standing on the high throne. ——The woman who looked almost exactly like her! She gently brushed the long white hair scattered on her forehead with her crystal-clear fingers, smiled at Zhao Xueqing and said: "You are here..."