Eternal gate

ah...!

At night, the Zhao family heard screams.

It was Zhao Yuan, going on a killing spree.

Tonight's assassination wiped out his last trace of compassion for certain clan members. Whether it was the Great Elder or those who were colluding with the Great Elder, they all became dead souls under his sword.

Corpses were scattered everywhere.

The blood dyed the ancestral hall red.

Not to mention the neutral elders, even the elders of his faction gasped.

Is Zhao Yuan crazy tonight? No matter where you looked at it, he looked like an inhumane demon who didn't even spare children. Moreover, he slaughtered all the great elders in front of the ancestral tablets.

"Retribution in this world?"

Too many people murmur, too many people sigh, and the last thing they want to see is fratricide.

But this day finally came.

No mercy.

Thinking about Furong, thinking about Zhao Yun, thinking about Zhao Yuan's years, there would be no sympathy. If the six-fingered man hadn't confided it himself, who would have thought that the great elder of the clan... had committed so many evils.

Even if the same clan kills each other, it is his humanity that he lost first.

The screams finally stopped.

Zhao Yuan was covered in blood, the hand holding the sword was trembling, and his back, which was originally straight, was quite rickety.

Are all the ancestors watching? It was his fellow tribesmen who watched how he slaughtered them.

Whoosh!

A black shadow, like a startling roar, passed through the gap between the figures.

It was Zhao Yun who ran out secretly.

Afterwards, there were two uncles guarding him, looking embarrassed.

Without paying attention... Zhao Yun jumped out.

It was Zhao Yuan's intention to put Zhao Yun under house arrest in the small garden tonight. After following Zhao Yuan for so many years, they could still guess a thing or two about the family master's meaning. The leader of the clan started killing, not only to settle the grudges, but also for the sake of his subordinates. A generation of family heads... clearing away obstacles and threats.

The scene was too bloody, so Zhao Yun was not allowed to come over.

She didn't want him to see how cruel and inhuman his father... was.

If someone insists on being the devil, as a father...it is his duty to do so.

Also coming is Hibiscus.

She was not surprised by this scene, and she knew her husband.

She was the only one in the entire Zhao family who knew that Zhao Yuan's move had a third meaning.

Zhao Yun stood quietly. The blood and corpses on the ground were shocking. Even though he had been on the battlefield and seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he still couldn't help but feel his heart tremble. These were all clan members, and there were too many of them who were unknown to him. He was ruthless, but his father was killed completely.

"Come."

Zhao Yuan said calmly, speaking to Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun said nothing, stepping forward step by step through the blood.

To be honest, today's father makes him feel strange like never before.

"Kneel down."

Zhao Yuan's words were full of the majesty of a father and a clan leader.

boom!

Zhao Yun bent his knees and knelt in front of the ancestral hall. Inside... were the tablets of his ancestors.

"From today on, you are the patriarch of the Zhao family."

"Father."

"kowtow."

Zhao Yuan gave a sonorous voice and his words were not as kind as his father's.

Zhao Yun did not disobey, but bowed his head three times, as the head of the family.

Except for Zhao Yuan, everyone present, including Furong, all knelt down. This was the rule. Whenever a new generation of family heads came to power, the whole family would worship them, as witnessed by their ancestors.

boom! boom!

After the ceremony, I heard two roars.

Looking from a distance, I saw two black shadows flying across.

After taking a closer look, I realized that they were two door panels. To be precise, they were the main door of the Zhao family's residence. It looked like it had been broken by someone's palm, and it had fallen all the way from the main door to here.

Someone ruined the place?

The entire clan stood up and looked over there with frowns.

Zhao Yun also stood up, feeling that a powerful existence was coming here.

As he expected, everyone felt a ghost appear in front of them, and a figure appeared in front of them. It was a young man in purple clothes. He had a leisurely temperament and long flowing hair. He was like a banished immortal, unstained by the dust of the world, especially those purple eyes. , as if made by nature, every glance in his eyes seemed like an unparalleled divine sword. Standing there, he looked like a king, overlooking the world.

"Quasi...quasi-heaven realm?"

Too many elders' voices were trembling, and their faces were pale and bloodless.

Only half a step away...he is a peerless expert in the Tianwu Realm.

The terrible pressure made them have the urge to kneel down.

"So strong."

Blood was bleeding from the corner of Zhao Yun's mouth, and he was unable to move under the pressure of Zhun Tian's power.

He had reason to believe that the man in purple was more terrifying than the handsome lady Chi Yan.

"What was supposed to come has come."

Furong and Zhao Yuan looked at each other, and there was a bitterness in their forced smiles that only they two understood.

The ominous premonition is always so accurate.

It was precisely because of this premonition that Zhao Yuan went on a killing spree. Before leaving, he wanted to leave a threat-free Zhao family to his children, even if he suffered infamy.

Soon, he will personally go to apologize to his ancestors.

"I...should have missed a wonderful show."

The man in purple smiled and said, standing sideways, with his hands behind his back, leisurely admiring the moonlight. From the beginning to the end, he did not even look at the Zhao family. It was a kind of ignorance, a kind of naked ignorance.

Zhao Yuan and Furong stepped forward side by side.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun wanted to squeeze out of the crowd, but someone behind him... reached out and hugged him, sealing his true energy in an instant and covering his mouth.

This was also explained by Zhao Yuan.

"It's been ten years. It's really easy to find me." The man in purple said lightly.

"No... it's none of the Zhao family's business." Furong said with unprecedented humility.

"It's up to you to decide whether it's okay or not." The man in purple raised his hand slightly, and Fu Rong was sucked in on the spot and pinched by the neck. With just a little force from him, Fu Rong could be sent to hell.

Well...!

Zhao Yun, who was blocked from behind, struggled fiercely but could not break free.

"It's all my fault, let her go, let the Zhao family go."

Zhao Yuan knelt down with a bang, crawling like a dog. He was as humble as Furong was. It was no longer a hope, but a plea from the soul.

"This little sincerity is not enough." The man in purple smiled faintly.

Zheng!

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Zhao Yuan pull out a dagger and inserted it into his chest without thinking.

"The head of the family."

Well....!

The entire clan trembled, and Zhao Yun, who was restrained, even had tears in his eyes.

Well...!

Also speechless was Fleur, with tears in her eyes.

The flash of blood was so dazzling.

Zhao Yuan's self-inflicted knife did not leave him any room, and he was certain to die.

"Please, let them go."

The head of the Zhao family looked like a dog before, but now, he really is a dog, crawling step by step, crawling inch by inch to the feet of the man in purple, leaving a bloody road.

"Please, let them go."

The sound of Zhao Yuan's forehead hitting the ground was a thumping sound.

He was already dead, and it was time for his last bit of obsession to support him in his last plea.

The Zhao family members all cried and could not move.

The tears in Zhao Yun's eyes have also turned into blood, with streaks of blood... carved out one by one, dyeing his tear-filled eyes scarlet. Those are his parents, one like a dog. Begging for mercy, one has his neck pinched, and has no power to restrain the chicken. The humble one cannot be humble anymore.

"Boring."

The man in purple finally turned around, coming like a ghost and leaving like a ghost.

Also taken away was Fu Rong, who was already crying. The moment she disappeared into the darkness, she tried her best to look back at her husband and her children.

This look is the last look.

This farewell is also an eternal farewell.

"Father."

Zhao Yun was finally let go, stumbled over, fell to the ground in one step, hugged the bloody Zhao Yuan, and poured the rolling true energy into his father's body desperately.

However, Zhao Yuan's heart was broken, and no amount of real energy was useless.

"Take...take your mother...home."

Zhao Yuan's voice was hoarse and he showed his last gentle smile.

No matter how reluctant he was, the father was still weak and fell into his child's arms.

ah...!

Zhao Yun looked up to the sky and roared, his face covered with blood and tears.

Perhaps God was merciful, a thunder boom filled the sky, and heavy rain poured down to pay homage to him.

When the rain came, he fainted in a pool of blood.