Liu Yunxuan's Secret Barrier!

"Little fellow, don't forget what we agreed upon." "If you forget... the consequences will be dire." With that, Youming actually refrained from pressing the Liu clan any further regarding their release of the Abyss Demon, turning and departing. Leaving behind only three people at the edge of the altar, looking at one another in dismay. Liu Yunxuan alone kept his head lowered, an enigmatic look in his eyes. Once Youming's silhouette vanished, the people in the room slumped limp to the floor one after another, gasping for breath in great gulps. All three felt, without exception, that they had barely escaped death. Youming hadn't even interrogated them about how the Demon-Suppressing Altar had been damaged. Liu Xiaochen mumbled blankly, "He's... he's gone?" By now, Liu Xiaochen's limbs had barely managed to regenerate, yet he remained in a state mangled beyond recognition. It was not that he had no way to recover, but rather that he did not dare... Beside him, Liu Yunxuan was still in a daze, slumped on the ground and staring blankly into space. He seemed not yet to have snapped back to reality from what had just occurred. No one knew what Youming had said to Liu Yunxuan when he kept him alone. Yet at this moment, rage blazed in Liu Peiyuan's heart. Sullen-faced, he slowly rose to his feet. Primal energy surged tumultuously around the old man, his eyes glaring wide with towering fury. *Boom! Boom! Boom!* The terrifying pressure caused the void around him to suddenly fracture! Feeling the horrifying pressure radiating from the elder, the father and son before him finally snapped out of their stupor. Only now, after witnessing the terror of Blood Venerable Youming firsthand, did the two of them profoundly realize what catastrophic trouble they had brought upon themselves. Liu Xiaochen swallowed hard, hurriedly scrambling to kneel on the ground with his head down to stammer an excuse. "Ancestor... I..." *Bang!* The old man kicked him flying hundreds of zhang away, sending him crashing clean through the grand hall until he slammed into the mountain peak behind it before finally coming to a halt. Before Liu Yunxuan could even react, the elder appeared before him in a flash. With a swipe of his hand, a slap sent the youth flying, his body spinning uncontrollably in midair. Liu Yunxuan felt the world spin wildly before his eyes. His cheek swelled up drastically, completely numbing half his face. *Spurt!* He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with half a mouth of shattered teeth. *Swish!* Liu Peiyuan appeared before Liu Yunxuan once more. Trembling to the depths of his soul, Liu Yunxuan looked at the furious elder before him and tried to plead for mercy. "Ancestor! I—" Yet his words were cut short by the elder's raised hand. The elder struck the spinning youth with yet another slap. *Smack!* Laced with majestic primal energy, the force behind this blow was terrifying. With just this one hit, golden stars burst across Liu Yunxuan's vision, the cheekbone on the other side of his face shattered to pieces. The remaining half of his teeth did not survive either... Immediately after, the entire Liu clan domain watched as the old man split himself into two avatars, mercilessly thrashing both father and son. Moreover, the violence of this beating was even more direct than Youming's. Even the surviving disciples of the Liu clan looked on in dread... Brutal... it was simply too brutal... Their own ancestor was striking far too savagely. Different from Youming's cold cruelty, the old man was venting pure, unadulterated fury! For a full fifteen minutes... Nearly all of the Liu clan's mountain peaks were smashed through, the ground densely riddled with deep craters. Virtually all the pavilions, terraces, and towers across the domain were reduced to ruins. When the spiritual avatar finally dissipated, the blood-spattered Liu Peiyuan's heavily heaving chest gradually slowed to a calmer rhythm. At the bottom of the hundred-zhang-deep crater beneath his feet lay two half-dead figures, neither retaining any semblance of human form. Their limbs were completely torn off, and hardly a single bone in their bodies remained unbroken. With their faces caved in, it was impossible to tell who was who. Liu Peiyuan's face was coated in splattered blood, his originally gaunt features now brimming with killing intent. If not for the fact that these two were his direct descendants, he would have long since ground their bones to dust, flayed their skin, and ripped out their sinews. They had merely witnessed a superficial taste of Youming's methods and were already scared witless. If that man truly wished to slaughter them, not a single living creature would remain in the entire Liu clan! And... that man's methods of killing were thousands of times more ruthless than his! "Hah... Worthless trash, unable to accomplish anything but skilled at ruining everything!" The old man snorted coldly, then turned and walked away. As for the ruined buildings, peaks, and pavilions, they were worthless in his eyes. The two in the crater were scarcely drawing breath now... The old man flapped his sleeve and departed, flickering back into the heavily battered grand hall. A grey-haired elder flickered into view at the edge of the crater, looking toward Liu Peiyuan with concern. "Ancestor Liu, they... how... how do we treat them?" Liu Peiyuan glanced at the elder and snapped irritably: "Treat them? Treat what?!" "Let them die! Saves me the damned trouble! A bunch of useless trash! Good-for-nothings!" "Pass down the order: effective today, strip him of his position as Patriarch and tell him to get the hell out of my sight!" "Piss off! Let them die if they want to!" With a sweep of his broad sleeve, Liu Peiyuan blasted the grey-haired elder flying hundreds of zhang. The grey-haired elder steadied himself, standing there stunned and completely at a loss. *Whoosh! Whoosh!* Sounds of rushing wind rose one after another as many Liu clan elders gathered around the grey-haired elder, looking at him inquiringly. The elder snapped in frustration, "What are you looking at? What good is looking at me?!" The group exchanged bewildered glances, none knowing what to do for a moment... Seeing them like this, the elder cursed resentfully: "No wonder the Ancestor cursed you—you really are a bunch of damned good-for-nothings!" "What are you standing around for? Save them! They're barely drawing breath, and their dantian and origin spirits are about to disperse!" At those words, the crowd scurried into action, frantically beginning treatment. The elder sighed and vanished from the spot. This Liu clan... was sick. That everyone had survived today and that the Liu clan had not been exterminated was purely due to the accumulated virtue of their ancestors! While the crowd busied themselves in frantic disorder, the old man sitting upright in the center of the hall looked out at the once-splendid hall with helplessness written across his face. His mind raced through countless thoughts. Since Youming had not annihilated the Liu clan, it meant Liu Yunxuan had struck some sort of deal with him. Or rather... Liu Yunxuan had agreed to certain conditions! He had not struck Liu Yunxuan to kill, or rather, he had spared both their lives. Yet the lesson today was definitely enough to be etched into their bones for a lifetime. The old man sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing his throbbing temples. His divine sense spread out in all directions like a tide, and soon, he detected an anomaly! That was... Liu Yunxuan's residence, its rear courtyard shrouded beneath a glowing barrier. In one of the rooms, a spatial fragment lay concealed! The old man's eyes narrowed. With a cold snort, he vanished on the spot. The moment he breached the barrier and tore open the spatial fragment, laying eyes upon what was inside... Even with a temperament tempered through several millennia of cultivation, he could not help but suck in a sharp breath of cold air! A glint of cold fury flashed in his eyes, and he cursed through gritted teeth in a low voice: "The Liu clan... has truly rotted to the core!! Animals!!"