Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

"How dare you!"

The man in white robes roared, coldly glaring at White Crane King. "Do you think I don't dare to kill you?"

White Crane King remained silent.

Throughout his life, White Crane King had stood firm with unyielding pride. Though in a difficult situation now, he would never betray his friends.

"Stubborn fool!"

The man in white's face darkened as he stretched out his hand, directly grabbing toward White Crane King.

Whoosh!

The space around White Crane King began to crack and collapse under the force of the grasp, threatening to crush him into dust.

"White Crane Splits the Sky!"

White Crane King let out a roar, radiating a brilliant silver light. Massive white wings unfolded from his back, trying to hold up the heavens.

Yet under the terrifying power of the man in white, White Crane King's resistance was futile, utterly meaningless.

Crack!

Thud, thud, thud!

The space continued to collapse, shattering the white light White Crane King had unleashed, even breaking his wings, leaving them bloodied and mangled.

"I am not willing!"

White Crane King let out a desperate howl toward the sky.

The man in white continued to close in with his hand, his heart filled with cold mockery. If you had known this would happen, you should have acted differently from the start!

"Not good!"

Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply. Instinctively, he attempted to withdraw his hand, but it was too late.

Whoosh!

A scorching white streak of light shot from the horizon, carrying an overwhelming power. It struck his hand.

Boom!

His hand exploded, blood and flesh flying everywhere, with fragments of bone exposed and scattered.

"Ah! Who did this?!"

The man in white let out a beastly roar, violently scanning the direction from which the light had come.

There, standing on a distant peak, was a figure dressed in white. The figure held a radiant bow in his left hand, his right hand still poised in the act of shooting. His snow-white robes fluttered elegantly in the wind.

"Qin Chuan?!"

The Black Dragon King gasped in horror, as if he had seen a ghost. Remembering how he had betrayed Qin Chuan earlier, anxiety flooded his heart.

"Die."

Qin Chuan's right hand pulled back the bowstring, and a white light gathered on the string. In an instant, it shot forth, cutting through the sky.

"No!"

The Black Dragon King howled in despair. Though his power surged, it was all in vain before the incoming white light.

Boom!

With a loud explosion, his body was blown to pieces, just like the hand of the man in white, shattered to bits!

The Beast Clan did not have divine souls, but even if they had, they would have been annihilated by that arrow.

Crack.

At the same time, the radiant bow in Qin Chuan's hand made a crisp sound as cracks spread across its surface.

The cracks extended like vines, quickly covering the entire bow until it shattered into countless fragments, falling to the ground.

"Ah, as expected, it was a consumable."

Qin Chuan sighed regretfully, his tone tinged with pain.

"So, you are Qin Chuan? I was just about to seek you out, and here you are, delivering yourself to me!"

The man in white glared darkly at Qin Chuan, his aura surging violently like a storm.

"Looking for me?" Qin Chuan smiled lightly. "What for?"

"To kill you, of course!" the man in white growled coldly.

"Kill me? I'm afraid you aren't capable of that," Qin Chuan replied with a serene smile, completely at ease.

"Haha, what gives you such confidence? Was it that broken Lingxiao Divine Bow? Unfortunately, it has already shattered."

The man in white sneered.

His wrist glowed, and the blood and flesh around it writhed, rapidly regenerating a new hand.

"The heavens once buried everything; all the strong and their treasures were reduced to dust. Finding one such weapon is already a miracle. I don't believe you have another!"

Qin Chuan grinned brightly. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I have a lot more where that came from."

Whoosh!

With a wave of his hand, seven or eight treasures flew out from his body, each one heading toward the man in white.

There were giant swords, divine axes, heavenly blades, ancient hammers—each one radiated destructive power.

Every one of these treasures bore red cracks on their surfaces, like they were filled with molten lava.

These cracks were signs of imminent collapse, and once they exploded, the force would far surpass the treasures' usual power!

"This is impossible!"

The man in white paled in horror. In a panic, he waved his hands and shouted, "Feixian Waterfall!"

Whoosh!

Immediately, a blinding white waterfall appeared, descending from the heavens and standing between him and the treasures.

The waterfall gleamed with divine light, seemingly impervious to all attacks, boasting incredible defensive power.

However, the ancient hammer, riddled with cracks, came crashing down on the waterfall. It disintegrated on impact, triggering a deafening explosion.

Boom!

The waterfall was obliterated, and even the water droplets were instantly vaporized, leaving nothing behind.

The remaining treasures continued to hurtle toward the man in white like explosive grenades!

"Dodge!"

The man in white dared not take the brunt of the attack. He quickly shifted his body, trying to escape the radius of destruction.

In his calculations, a swift sidestep would allow him to narrowly avoid the blast zone, escaping the fatal strike and turning the tables on Qin Chuan.

However.

Just as he moved through the blind spots of the attacking treasures, he realized with horror that the weapons began to expand...

"No!!!"

He let out a blood-curdling scream as the treasures detonated simultaneously, their explosive energy enveloping him completely.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sky was filled with explosions, as if countless nuclear bombs had gone off, mushroom clouds blooming one after another.

"This…"

"Even a True God…"

"Hiss!!"

The extreme powerhouses, who had retreated far away, were left speechless, their eyes wide in disbelief as they sucked in cold air.

The Devil Qin was too fierce! Judging by the terrifying magnitude of the explosions, that envoy from the Feixian Sect was either dead or barely hanging on.

"Die!"

Moments later, a bloodied figure, looking ragged and battered, emerged from the mushroom clouds, charging toward Qin Chuan with ferocious intent.

The man in white was now a pitiful sight, his clothes completely incinerated. His body was covered in deep, blood-red cracks, as if he were a porcelain vase on the verge of shattering.

He had suffered an unprecedented blow.

But this only fueled his bloodlust, his body enveloped in a scarlet flame, like a lion leaping out of the fire, lunging at Qin Chuan.

"You… you actually…"

Qin Chuan's face showed a trace of fear, as if he couldn't believe the man had survived the blast.

Seeing this, the man in white flashed a savage grin. He was already planning how to torture Qin Chuan once he subdued him...

However, before he could finish his thoughts, Qin Chuan suddenly grinned. "You actually… walked right into this!"

Whoosh!

With a flick of his right hand, a golden net shot out, rapidly expanding and enveloping the man who had flown toward him like a "living work of art."

"No!!"

The man screamed in despair as he became entangled in the net, naked and utterly trapped.

This net was a True God-grade treasure, only slightly damaged but of extremely high quality. There was no way he could escape!