My Girlfriend Eloped at the Engagement Party? I Will Kill Her Entire Family

Chapter 5: Every Minute, Kill Ten People From the Liu Family:

Liu Zhong’s face turned ashen, his legs weak and trembling at the terrifying scene unfolding before him.

Liu Xinyao, however, stood up in a rage. Her voice was sharp as she roared, “You bastard! How dare you kill someone in the Liu family? Kneel down right now!”

She stormed forward, raising her hand to slap the warrior who had executed the order.

The warrior’s gaze turned cold, his eyes emanating a murderous intent so intense it seemed to fill the air with dread. A dark, menacing aura rose around him, stopping Liu Xinyao in her tracks.

Her raised hand froze mid-air, her face paling as her entire body trembled uncontrollably. Though standing before a single man, she felt as though she were facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Xiao Fan, watching from a distance, was stunned. He had never seen such terrifying murderous intent before.

“An eighth-grade warrior?!” Liu Zhong exclaimed in disbelief. “How can this be? Almost all of the Qin family’s eighth-grade warriors are stationed on the battlefield!”

He continued in shock, “The only eighth-grade warrior left in the capital is Qin Wu, and he’s injured. Where did this one come from?”

The warrior cast a disdainful glance at the group, his tone emotionless. “Move, or die.”

Liu Zhong quickly nodded and stammered, “We’ll go! We’ll go right now!”

He dared not provoke the man any further, knowing that doing so would be a fatal mistake.

The warrior turned and began walking, leading the way. 

Liu Zhong hurriedly followed behind, while Xiao Fan moved closer to Liu Xinyao. He gently held her shoulders, asking with concern, “Xinyao, are you okay?”

Liu Xinyao snapped out of her daze, her fear giving way to anger. Her voice was filled with indignation. “How dare a mere servant of the Qin family threaten me like this? I’ll tell Qin Yan to destroy him, break his legs, and make him kneel in apology!”

The warrior in front paused for a moment but continued walking without responding.

When Liu Xinyao and the others arrived at the front yard, they saw a group of Liu family members being herded into the lobby by warriors from the Qin and Yun families. Many of them had swollen faces and bruises, evidence of the beating they had endured.

At the center of the lobby sat Qin Yan, his expression cold and impassive. Beside him, two armored men sat on either side, their faces stern and commanding.

Before Qin Yan, a woman in her forties, dressed in lavish gold and silver attire, was shouting furiously.

“Qin Yan, you little bastard! How dare you treat us like this?!”

Yan Zhenqiao’s voice was shrill as she pointed an accusing finger at him. “You’d better release us right now and compensate us! Otherwise, Xinyao will never forgive you!”

Yan Zhenqiao, Liu Xinyao’s mother, had always been the one behind the scenes, teaching her daughter how to manipulate and test Qin Yan. She knew better than anyone how deeply Qin Yan once cared for Liu Xinyao.

But today’s Qin Yan was no longer the infatuated man she remembered. His eyes were icy as he glanced at her and asked coldly, “Who do you think you are to yell at me?”

Yan Zhenqiao’s face twisted in rage. “What did you just say, you little bastard? I’ll teach you a lesson!”

She raised her hand to slap Qin Yan across the face.

Qin Yan remained motionless, sitting like a statue, his cold gaze fixed on her.

Just as her hand was about to strike, a chilling snort echoed through the room. 

Yan Zhenqiao was suddenly flung backward, as if struck by an invisible force. She crashed to the ground with a pained groan.

Qin Yan’s voice was calm but commanding as he addressed a nearby warrior. “Cut off the arm she was going to hit me with.”

“Yes, young master,” the warrior replied without hesitation.

He stepped forward, raised his blade, and brought it down in a swift, decisive motion.

Pfft!

Blood spurted as an arm fell to the floor.

“Ahhh!” Yan Zhenqiao screamed in agony, rolling on the ground before fainting from the pain.

“Mom!” Liu Xinyao cried out, rushing to her mother’s side. She turned to Qin Yan, her face filled with fury.

“Qin Yan! How dare you do this to my mother?!”

Her voice rose as she commanded, “You will immediately use the best medicine to reattach her arm! Then you will kill that guard and kowtow to my mother a hundred times to apologize!”

Qin Yan’s eyes narrowed, a flash of anger crossing his face. He stood up abruptly and delivered a stinging slap to Liu Xinyao’s face.

“Who gave you the audacity to speak to me like that, you b**ch?”

The force of the slap sent Liu Xinyao sprawling to the ground. Her face was red and swollen, blood trickling from her nose. She looked nothing like the haughty woman she had been moments ago.

From nearby, Xiao Fan rushed over and knelt beside her. “Xinyao, are you alright?”

Liu Xinyao was stunned, her mind reeling from the slap. When she regained her senses, she glared at Qin Yan and shouted hysterically, “How dare you hit me?! I’ll never forgive you! This is the end, Qin Yan! I’ll never care about you again!”

Xiao Fan stood up, his eyes blazing with anger. “Qin Yan, what kind of man are you to hit a woman? If you have any courage, fight me one-on-one. If you lose, you’ll leave with your people immediately!”

Qin Yan looked at him as though he were a fool, a mocking smile on his lips. “Xiao Fan, are you an orphan? Do you have no family at all? Is that why you keep shouting for one-on-one fights like it’s all you’ve got?”

Xiao Fan’s face turned red with fury. “Qin Yan! How dare you insult me! I’ll fight you to the death!”

He roared as a surge of energy burst from his body, and he charged at Qin Yan with all his strength, determined to destroy him.

Qin Yan, still sitting, didn’t even flinch. His eyes were filled with nothing but disdain.

As Xiao Fan attempted to charge past Qin Zhan, Qin Zhan’s eyes narrowed, and an overwhelming pressure struck him like a massive wave. It was as if an unmovable mountain had slammed into Xiao Fan, hurling him to the ground with tremendous force.

The impact created a crater in the hardened floor. All the bones in Xiao Fan’s body shattered instantly, and his internal organs suffered severe damage. He coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood as his strength waned completely.

[The Son of Luck has suffered a heavy blow. Luck decreased by 300.]

Hearing the system prompt, Qin Yan frowned slightly. “Don’t give me real-time updates like this. Just summarize everything once every night.”

[Understood, Host. The system will change its reporting time to 10 PM nightly.]

“Good.”

Ending his brief conversation with the system, Qin Yan turned his attention back to Xiao Fan. Standing over him, he looked down with an expression of cold disdain.

“Xiao Fan, I’ll give you one chance. Call Gao Wei here immediately. Otherwise, I’ll destroy you completely.”

Even in his dire state, Xiao Fan’s defiance remained. His bloodshot eyes glared at Qin Yan. “Qin Yan, you’re just a second-generation scion who leeches off your family. I will never bow to you!”

Qin Yan’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “Oh? Really? Let’s see how long you can keep that up.”

Turning to his warriors, Qin Yan called out, “Qin Kuang, head to Xiao Fan’s hometown and bring his parents and sister here. Make sure no one is left behind.”

Qin Kuang stepped forward, cupping his fists in acknowledgment. “Yes, young master.” He turned and marched out of the hall.

Hearing this, Xiao Fan’s composure cracked. 

Panic filled his eyes as he struggled to get up, his body trembling with effort. But his severe injuries made it impossible to move.

“Qin Yan!” Xiao Fan roared. “If you have any honor, come at me alone! Leave my family out of this!”

Qin Yan sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “It seems you’re unwilling to cooperate. Congratulations—you’ve just lost the chance to save your family.”

Xiao Fan’s face turned deathly pale. Fear consumed him, and his voice trembled. “No! Wait! I’ll do it! I’ll fight!”

But Qin Yan’s eyes were cold as ice. “Too late.”

Without hesitation, Qin Yan raised his foot and stepped firmly on Xiao Fan’s head, pressing it into the ground. He walked forward without a second glance, his full weight on Xiao Fan’s skull.

Xiao Fan could do nothing. His body was too weak to resist. His face was crushed against the ground, deformed by the pressure, while sharp pain coursed through his head as if it were about to explode.

Liu Xinyao, watching her lover humiliated and threatened, felt a burst of anger and desperation surge through her. Summoning her remaining strength, she stood up, trembling with indignation.

“Qin Yan, you’ve gone too far!” she shouted. “I misjudged you completely. I never thought you could be so vicious and cruel.”

Her voice wavered as she continued, “This is your last chance. Kneel down, apologize, and leave with your people. If you don’t, then we’ll be strangers forever.”

Qin Yan turned to her, his expression unreadable. “How many times have you used that same threat on me?”

Liu Xinyao blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

A cold sneer formed on Qin Yan’s lips. “It’s simple. Count the number of people in your Liu family, and you’ll know how many times you can use this threat.”

A wave of dread washed over Liu Xinyao as a terrible premonition struck her. “You… what are you going to do?”

Qin Yan ignored her, addressing the Qin family warriors instead. “From this moment on, kill ten members of the Liu family every minute. Continue until none are left.”