Peerless War God

Everyone stretched their necks and stared at this scene with great force. As the green dragon's cage that had transformed into a wooden cage continued to shrink, Fu Qing became even more dangerous, and he could die at Fu Xue's hands at any time.    

It could be said that Fu Qing's life was already in Fu Xue's hands. She only needed a single thought to kill him.    

"Xue'er, kill him. Kill him to eliminate all future troubles, and he won't be a threat to you anymore."    

Suddenly, Fu Zhenghong's voice entered Fu Xue's heart, reminding her of what she had to do.    

To Fu Zhenghong, killing Fu Qing would definitely eliminate the thought of Fu Yanshan having a second heart. Only then would it be a permanent solution. If it was in the past, she might not have been so radical, and her methods would have been so ruthless. But now, there was not much time left for her.    

The old mistress was extremely clear about her own body's condition.    

"Kill him quickly, Xue'er."    

Fu Zhenghong transmitted his voice once again.    

"But, but…"    

Fu Xue was slightly conflicted and hesitant. She had no enmity with Fu Qing, and they were of the same clan. She really could not bear to use such a ruthless method.    

When Fu Zhenghong saw this, he was infuriated. "What are you hesitating for? He is your enemy. If you lose today, your outcome will only be even more miserable. Kill him, don't hesitate!"    

"I, I understand, Ancestor."    

Fu Xue hesitated for a moment, but she still made up her mind. The Ancestor's words were not unreasonable. If killing one person could stabilize the clan's situation, then killing him might not be a bad idea.    

After thinking through this, she made up her mind and exerted force to pull it back.    

“Retract.”    

The wooden dragon cage in midair started to swiftly retract, pressing down on Fu Qing.    

This sudden change caused everyone present to be greatly shocked, their eyes widened.    

“This, this is going to be a ruthless killing. Fu Qing is finished.”    

“Good, that’s how it should be. Miss Xue er, you’ve killed well. Without Fu Qing, there’ll be less trouble. The clan will be settled.”    

“What a pity. In the end, it was all for naught. Fu Qing and Fu Yanshan, father and son, have planned for so long, but they still lost at this final step. How lamentable.”    

“What’s there to sigh about? Since ancient times, the strong have always been respected, and the winner is king. If Fu Qing wins today, Fu Xue’s outcome won’t be good either. It’s all the same. For the sake of the clan’s stability, that’s the priority.”    

“That’s right.”    

Fu Yanshan’s eyes spat fire, and he roared angrily, “No, don’t kill my son.”    

A boundless amount of magic power surged out from his body like a tsunami, whistling out with shocking might as he pounced towards Fu Qing in midair, attempting to save him.    

At this moment, time seemed to have frozen, and the air was filled with a murderous aura.    

“Fu Yanshan, humph, you’re courting death.”    

Fu Zhenghong’s eyes narrowed, and they were filled with cold light. She didn’t hesitate to make a move, and she absolutely wouldn’t allow anyone to interfere at this moment, interfering with the battle.    

She had already endured Fu Yanshan for a long time. In the past, she had endured it because he had done good for the clan.    

After all, Fu Yanshan was the eldest elder of the Fu Clan, and his status was revered. He could be said to be a person of great importance in the clan, and he had numerous accomplices. If she attacked him, it would be hard to avoid suffering a backlash.    

However, the present was different from the past. Fu Zhenghong had to make a move and completely suppress him.    

A green enormous palm appeared out of thin air and pressed down towards Fu Yanshan who was flying over.    

Even though Fu Yanshan was unwilling to give up and resisted, and he repeatedly punched out in an attempt to break through Fu Zhenghong's attack, it was completely useless. He was slapped flying and heavily smashed onto the ground, and he spat out blood.    

Puu.    

"You…"    

At practically the exact same time, the Wooden Dragon Prison was retracted to its smallest size. Fu Xue's face was cold as she exerted her strength to squeeze, and the sound of bones shattering was emitted. Blood exploded, and Fu Qing died on the spot.    

The cultivators of the Fu Clan who witnessed this scene all gasped, and their hairs stood on end.    

"Too ruthless. He really crushed Fu Qing to death with a single slap."    

"The death was truly tragic. He was crushed to death. Ai, this is the outcome of a battle losing."    

"As expected of Miss Xue'er. Her methods are decisive and ruthless. Good, this is very good. Only then can she inherit the position of Clan Head. The Fu Clan's revival is in sight, hahaha."    

The cultivators of the Fu Clan discussed repeatedly.    

"Phew~ Good Xue'er, well done." Fu Zhenghong let out a long breath of relief. He had also dealt with a great problem.    

As a result, the dust had settled. This battle had finally come to an end. With Fu Qing's defeat and death, it was also a great boost to Fu Xue's prestige.    

The only one who was the most miserable and despairing was Fu Yanshan. "No, my Qing'er, no, damn it, you actually killed him. Fu Xue, you actually killed him. I want revenge, I want revenge for Qing'er. Ah!"    

Fu Yanshan's eyes were filled with tears as he crawled up from the ground with great difficulty. His eyes were filled with hatred as he stared at Fu Xue.    

Fu Xue frowned and sighed in her heart. The wooden dragon loosened its grip and placed Fu Qing's corpse down.    

Although it was very miserable, at least there was a complete corpse left.    

She looked at the members of the Fu Clan around her and Fu Yanshan, whose eyes were filled with grief and hatred. She was at a loss for words and did not know how to say it. In the end, she chose not to say anything.    

There was no point in saying anything. Killing Fu Qing was already done. She should bear the consequences.    

On the mountaintop, Chen Xiao and Zuo Zhao witnessed the entire process. Zuo Zhao opened his mouth and said, "Fu Xue was hesitant at the beginning and did not want to kill Fu Qing. Why did she change her mind later?"    

Chen Xiao thought about it and said, "To become the head of a family, especially a large family like the Fu Clan, this is a path that she must take. A soft heart cannot become the true head of a family."    

Zuo Zhao was a little gloomy as he sighed and said, "If that's the case, I would rather she not be the head of a family."    

Chen Xiao shook his head, "This is not something you can decide. It has to be decided by Fu Xue herself."    

Zuo Zhao scratched his head and said, "That's true. It depends on whether she is willing to do it or not."    

Although he was very close to Fu Xue, he had not crossed the final step. Especially since this matter concerned the entire Fu Clan, even Zuo Zhao was afraid that he would not be able to intervene.    

He had seen Fu Zhenghong's actions.    

Chen Xiao stared at Fu Qing's corpse and said, "Now that Fu Qing is dead, I'm afraid that Fu Yanshan will hold a grudge. What should we do next? Heh, should we kill him or leave him alive?"    

"Is it that cruel? The other party is a strong cultivator of the Tribulation Transcender Realm. If we keep him alive, it should be more beneficial to the Fu Clan."    

Zuo Zhao asked tentatively.    

Chen Xiao did not think much of it and shook his head. He said, "What you said is the best situation. If not, if we keep Fu Yanshan as an unstable factor, it would be better to kill him. It will be a hundred percent done. What we need to do now is to see how Old Madam Fu will handle this."    

Hearing this, Zuo Zhao also took a deep breath of cold air.    

This kind of internal strife was too cruel and bloody. Even he, a bystander, felt a chill run down his spine.    

Chapter 12 – The Dark Side of the Devil