Chapter 80: Echoes of Fury and Legacy

The sound of tearful, bitter laughter carried an overwhelming anger.

But far more terrifying were the inexplicable, chilling screams that sent emotions spiraling out of control.

Insane, frenzied, and soul-shaking screams!

They echoed, sometimes near, sometimes far.

They crashed against the ears like a deafening thunderclap!

Then, suddenly, from afar, a scream erupted as if from a ghostly encounter!

A strange sensation filled the air; the atmosphere between heaven and earth felt heavy and scorching, as though a giant hand had seized all the air, compressing it into a mountain of weight that slammed down relentlessly.

“Yang Family Old Deng…”

Li Che’s eyes lifted slightly, his gaze clear and radiant.

“As expected, he’s here. For those high-profile figures who dominate Feilei City, a mere suspicion is all it takes…”

Perhaps some might guess the true identity of Ogre, but none could be sure it was Li Che.

Because it’s just too outrageous…

What kind of power does Ogre even possess?

He could easily slaughter divine cultivators of the Yangxing Ruhe technique.

And what about Li Che?

Though a master woodcarver, his martial prowess amounted to nothing more than perfected Bone Tempering and rudimentary divine cultivation, honed over just three years.

The difference was astronomical, making any comparison with the vicious Ogre utterly meaningless.

More often than not, a single suspicion was enough reason to strike.

Using the Chess Sage Dao Fruit, a net contracted to envelop the entire courtyard, shutting out the piercing screams so that the elusive divine aura of Xin E Jing Gang drifting between heaven and earth wouldn’t affect those inside.

Zhang Ya, XiXi, and… Old Chen.

They were all too weak now.

Facing the overwhelming divine aura of a Base God cultivator, one’s mind could easily spiral into chaos, inviting disaster.

Li Che rose, taking down the hat from the study wall. With a tug on his black battle attire, his elastic inner garment was revealed. Then, with his fingers coming together, he tore open a rift in space, causing a Cute Cow Mask to drop onto his face.

Old Deng of the Yang Family was a Base God cultivator, so Li Che naturally felt the pressure.

Could he really contend with a Base God cultivator at this stage?

Bolstered by his immortal-class Dao Fruit, his hidden mechanical weapons entered an enraged Vajra Transformation state—enough to rival even the mightiest of Xuanmai warriors, harnessing three types of divine power and two tiers of Yangxing Ruhe.

Is that enough?

Xu You once said that the gap between Base God and Yangxing Ruhe was one of rank—a difference too vast to bridge.

Unless your cultivation technique and accumulated divine essence are of the highest rank!

Otherwise, no one would have the right to challenge a Base God.

He collected his thoughts.

He exhaled a torrent of breath like thunder.

In his Ogre form, Li Che’s body blurred and disappeared.

Then he reappeared outside the courtyard.

With a booming ‘thump,’ Li Che’s body expanded, his blood churning. He glanced toward the distance to see Li Qingshan, clad in a flowing green robe, stationed at the alley entrance, giving him a slight nod.

At last, Old Deng from the Qingshan lineage had returned…

Knowing an Old Deng was guarding the rear, Li Che instantly felt a significant relief.

He no longer needed to worry about the safety of Zhang Ya, XiXi, and Old Chen.

He was free to act with abandon now.

In his Ogre form, Li Che towered at two meters; under Vajra Transformation, his blood boiled continuously.

He bowed, saluting Li Qingshan with clasped fists, then bent his legs—and when he straightened again…

In an instant, he shot off like an arrow from a bow.

……

……

After the Ogre had left,

Lu Chi poked his head out of the courtyard and dashed over to Li Qingshan.

He patted the large head, its hair tied in a style reminiscent of Nezha’s braid, and looked at the old man in puzzlement: “Master, aren’t you going to take action?”

“You’re really letting the Ogre handle Old Deng of the Yang Family by himself?”

“But that’s a Base God cultivator…”

Li Qingshan patted Lu Chi’s head, the familiar touch soothing him. “It’s alright; if he wants to try, let him do so.”

“After all, I’ve got your back…”

“Besides, the Yang Family’s Base God isn’t among those genius figures on the Yunzhou rankings of Lingnan Path. Though he practices the Jiuyiao Yangxing Method, his foundation barely reaches the Ten Capital level—his rank-suppressing force is weak…”

“And besides, that Yang Family patriarch, who took part in the ambush against me and got a beating, now bears injuries that Ogre can’t overcome… With his Breath Convergence skill, he could easily make an escape.”

Li Qingshan stretched lazily and remarked,

“Huh? They actually dare to ambush you, Master? How dare they… Why not just wipe them out?”

Lu Chi’s head snapped up in surprise as he looked at Li Qingshan, puzzled by the unexpected gentleness in his approach.

“That Cao Guang… he’s got a problem—a really big one…”

Li Qingshan’s eyes flickered with a hint of mortification as he murmured.

“But that’s fine—I’ve already synced with my divine essence, and it’s racing over as we speak.”

“Once my divine presence is restored, I’ll immediately…”

“Crush him.”

……

……

Feilei City, Inner City.

Under a murky, overcast sky, silence reigned until a winter thunderclap suddenly shattered the calm.

A fine winter rain, thin as cowhair, began to fall again, interspersed with flakes of snow amid the storm.

As it drifted down, the world was cloaked in a hazy veil, only to be abruptly torn apart by piercing, agonized screams.

It was as if an unseen sword were wildly slashing through the cosmos.

A figure with flowing white hair, massive and burly, lumbered along Long Street like a heaving mound of muscle.

With every step, the entire Bluestone Street shook fiercely, each pulse of flesh accompanied by a chorus of twisted, shrill gasps and cries.

The newcomer, face unmasked, sported unruly white hair and a body as formidable as a mountain.

His blood and qi intertwined, resembling a roaring flood serpent.

Scarlet eyes, as if weeping blood, revealed agony, sorrow, and above all, murderous intent…

The Yang Family… was nearly wiped out.

His promising grandson, Yang Kaihe—poised to become a Base God—was slain.

Every top cultivator in the Yang Family had been cleanly exterminated!

The Yang Family’s century-long legacy had crumbled to dust…

The pain was unbearable!

He had only sent Yang Kaihe to the Xu Family to capture a Prodigy—so how did he end up dead?

How could the Yang Family’s top experts all be wiped out so completely?

What happened to that once-solid century-long legacy? It had simply vanished into thin air.

Only he was left—a lone old man with his family gone.

“Ogre… Ogre!!!”

A low roar erupted from the throat of the Yang Family Patriarch, and his body swelled like an inflated balloon—growing larger and larger!

Suspended behind him, a grindstone-like manifestation of his Base God essence exuded the divine aura of Xin E Jing Gang in all directions!

The divine aura nearly solidified, descending like the grasp of an octopus onto the elderly man’s robust, mound-like body, plunging into his flesh and driving his mind to madness.

Boom…

Every step pressed into the Bluestone Street, forming sunken footprints and spiderweb cracks.

Step by step, he advanced.

He left a trail of countless imprints and fissures.

Suddenly,

The impact of that step suddenly halted, as rainwater ripples exploded, spreading outward as if frozen in time, suspended in midair.

The Yang Family Old Master, Yang Jing, a Base God Initiate, suddenly raised his head.

His white hair flew about as his scarlet eyes fixed intently on Long Street.

There…

A massive figure in black, wearing a hat, stood quietly amid the rain on Long Street.

When the hat shifted, it revealed a drenched yet endearing Cute Cow Mask.

“Ogre…”

“Ogre——!!!”

With wild white hair and a body as massive as a mountain, Yang Family Patriarch Yang Jing let out an ear-splitting, anguished scream!

Countless raindrops and splashing puddles echoed amid the high-decibel, terrifying scream…

Bursting into a hazy spray of water droplets!

“Hmm… it’s me.”

With his hat, mask, and black attire, the mighty Ogre, his blood and qi interwoven, faced the hoarse, frantic roar of the Yang Family Patriarch.

Calmly, he answered.

It was as if neighbors were exchanging a casual greeting.

In an instant, the frantic scream fell silent.

Yang Jing’s scarlet gaze, his mind seemingly ensnared by the power of Xin E Jing Gang, momentarily froze.

But soon, piercing screams erupted all around, sending a brilliant shockwave through the air that shattered the torrential rain like a crashing dragon.

“You are the Ogre!”

“Ogre who slaughtered my entire family!”

The air itself seemed to warp and blur.

Rising behind him was a manifestation of Yang Jing’s divine power—a grindstone-like presence, his disheveled hair and brutal aura as towering as a mountain obscuring the sky.

Blocking out all light, it suddenly hovered above the Ogre.

Thud——!

A massive, meaty fist crashed against the Ogre’s interlocked arms!

Tearing and ripping…

The elastic sleeves of his outfit burst apart, revealing glistening, densely carved steel muscles like twisting dragons!

But…

Yang Jing, teetering on the edge of madness, was momentarily stunned; the divine surge sent shivers through his nerves, causing his blood-red eyes to widen slightly…

Because this Ogre, who had clearly not yet attained Base God status,

had defied his punch.

Astonishingly…

not budging at all!