Alex casually picked at his ear as Wang Ai hurled insults at him. He remained silent throughout the tirade, allowing Wang Ai to vent for several minutes until his voice finally gave out.
When Wang Ai eventually fell silent, his hatred still burning in his eyes, Alex flashed a bright smile and said:
"Any regrets?
"Being ignorant of your limits comes with a price. Look at this—you dared to challenge the Immortal Lord, and now you're facing the consequences.
"A family with a legacy spanning hundreds of years, wiped out just like that. What a tragedy."
At this moment, Wang Ai's body was covered in blood. Alex had deliberately spared his life but hadn't shielded him from injuries.
Wang Ai's limbs were severed, his three main energy centers—upper, middle, and lower—were shattered, his soul was damaged, and his wounds were so severe that no ordinary person could have survived. However, as a deeply cultivated oucast individual, Wang Ai's vitality was extraordinary. Despite his ruined powers, he still clung to life. With timely medical attention, he might even recover someday.
Hearing Alex's words, Wang Ai's barely stabilized emotions flared up again: "Damn bastard! You call yourself an Immortal Lord? You're just a trickster with some flashy methods. There's no such thing as immortals or an immortal realm in this world!
"And as for destroying the Wang family, you're delusional! Our influence stretches across the globe. Even abroad, there are descendants and legacies of the Wang family.
"And don't think I didn't anticipate your revenge—I already dispersed most of our clan members long ago.
"Mark my words: the Wang family will rise again in the future, and we'll kill you, the so-called Immortal Lord, and obliterate Taoist Master Hall!"
Alex flicked the dirt from his fingers, sending it directly onto Wang Ai's face. He replied calmly:
"Oh? So the Wang family still has such a vast bloodline?
"Thanks for reminding me—I almost forgot! Well then, let's play a little game, shall we?"
Hearing Alex mention a "game," Wang Ai felt a deep unease creep into his heart. Despite this, he forced a defiant tone and said: "Heh, what kind of game? I'll play along."
Alex's lips curled into a mysterious smile. With a snap of his fingers, a member of the Wang family suddenly appeared by his side.
Wang Ai's expression immediately darkened when he saw who it was—one of his illegitimate children!
This illegitimate son had been hidden overseas, kept secret even from Wang Ai's own wife and legitimate children. How had Alex not only found him but also transported him here in an instant?
Realizing the implications, Wang Ai's arrogance disappeared, and his entire body began to tremble. He couldn't help but wonder if Alex possessed some sort of divine ability to trace bloodlines.
If that were true, then today might truly mark the complete annihilation of the Wang family!
The illegitimate son, upon being transported, initially appeared bewildered. When he saw Wang Ai, confusion flickered across his face before he tentatively asked in a small voice: "Father? Is that you?"
Suddenly, the illegitimate son felt something beneath his foot. Looking down, he saw a severed hand lying there, still oozing blood from its stump.
Although he was Wang Ai's son, the illegitimate child had lived a pampered and sheltered life. He knew little of the world of outcast individuals and had never encountered such gruesome scenes. Instantly, he screamed in terror:
"Ahhhhhhh!"
As he took in his surroundings—the broken corpses, the collapsed buildings, and the man standing nearby with a cold, detached gaze—his panic only intensified.
Scrambling to Wang Ai's side, he cried out: "Father! What happened? Why am I here all of a sudden? What's going on?!"
Wang Ai's face darkened. He clenched his jaw tightly and said nothing.
At this moment, Alex spoke:
"Well, Wang Ai, and… Little Wang. I trust you're both acquainted. Now, let's begin the game!"
Alex conjured a long, illusory blade and handed it to the illegitimate son. With a chilling smile, he said:
"Take this weapon and kill your father. If you don't, I'll kill you instead.
"All right, the game begins now. The rule is simple: only one of you will survive!"
The illegitimate son instinctively gripped the blade, his eyes reddened with panic. His gaze darted back and forth between Alex and Wang Ai, realizing that this was no joke or movie set. It was real.
Though only an illegitimate child, he had heard fragments of stories about the extraordinary world. Now it was clear to him: his irresponsible father's enemy had come seeking revenge and dragged him into the chaos.
As this thought crossed his mind, he considered the lack of real familial affection between himself and Wang Ai. Resolving to save his own life, he raised the blade and charged at his father: "Father, your enemies are not my enemies! I'm sorry, but I have to sacrifice you to survive!"
But just as the blade was about to strike Wang Ai, a massive black tiger, formed entirely of smoke, appeared out of nowhere. Without hesitation, it clamped its jaws around the illegitimate son's neck, severing his head in a single bite.
Even gravely injured, Wang Ai could still manipulate spirits using his family's secret technique. How could he, the head of the Wang family, allow himself to be killed by a mere mortal?
The moment his illegitimate son raised the blade, Wang Ai had already decided to strike first. Without hesitation, he ended the boy's life.
Watching the entire scene of father killing son, Alex's smile grew even broader. With mockery dripping from his voice, he said: "Excellent. Truly fitting for the head of the Wang family—decisive and ruthless, even toward your own child!"
Wang Ai, struggling to hold on to his last breaths, replied hoarsely:
"Heh… just an illegitimate son. I, Wang Ai, have one thing in abundance: illegitimate children. Let's see how many you can find!
"And even if all my sons are dead, there are still my grandsons… and great-grandsons! Let's see if you can track them all down!"
Glaring at Alex with venomous hatred, Wang Ai refused to beg for mercy. Instead, he defiantly provoked him further.
Alex, still smiling, responded with chilling delight: "Very good. Let's continue—one by one!"
Alex casually gestured, summoning yet another member of the Wang family into the scene.
Despite his overwhelming power, Alex wasn't one to kill indiscriminately. However, the Wang family was an exception. He discovered that every single member of their clan carried a history of heinous crimes—be it murder, assault, or worse. To Alex, their deaths were justified.
One by one, Alex transported the Wang family members to the scene, forcing them to make a choice: either kill Wang Ai and save themselves, or take their own lives to let Wang Ai survive.
To Alex's surprise, not a single one chose self-sacrifice. Without exception, every family member met their end at Wang Ai's hands—even his closest sons and his beloved grandchildren.
The slaughter continued. Alex had plenty of time to play this grim game with Wang Ai. After hours of carnage, hundreds of lifeless bodies surrounded them.
The relentless killings left Wang Ai numb. The once-calculating and ruthless patriarch was now a hollow shell, his eyes vacant, his actions reduced to the mechanical reflex of killing.
Suddenly, he stopped. Noticing that Alex hadn't summoned another victim, Wang Ai's spirit flickered to life. He laughed maniacally, his voice tinged with desperation: "Ha! You've finally reached your limit! You can't summon any more of my descendants! You have a limit, don't you? YOU HAVE A LIMIT!"
Seeing Wang Ai's crazed delight, Alex, concerned the man might perish from sheer overexcitement, offered a calm, mocking reply: "No, old Wang, you've misunderstood. Look around you. Every descendant of yours is already here—every single one. Even those distant relatives who've committed atrocities have been dealt with.
"You have no family left. And, might I remind you, you're the one who killed them all. Surprised? Delighted?"
"What?" Wang Ai froze in place, his mind reeling. His gaze turned hollow once more before he suddenly screamed at Alex: "No! You're lying! The Wang family could never be destroyed!"
Driven by blind rage and despair, Wang Ai dragged his broken body toward Alex, his mangled limbs barely functional. He crawled like a feral beast, intent on sinking his teeth into his tormentor.
But Alex had no intention of continuing the game. He had entertained himself enough and had other matters to attend to.
A brilliant white energy gathered at Alex's fingertips, forming a tiny singularity. The concentrated energy radiated an overwhelming, destructive force.
With a flick of his hand, Alex unleashed the white singularity, directing it at Wang Ai. The resulting explosion unleashed a boundless wave of force, consuming everything within a kilometer's radius.
When the blinding light faded, all that remained was a massive crater. One of the four great families of the outcast world, the Wang family, had been completely annihilated.
For other powers, the Wang family had been an insurmountable giant. But to Alex, they were nothing more than ants—easily crushed. Their eradication was a trivial task, barely worth his attention.
As news of the Wang family's destruction spread like wildfire among the extraordinary factions, Alex had already set his sights on his next destination: Mount Longhu.
Unhurried, he traveled leisurely, taking time to enjoy the scenery while refining his teleportation skills. After long hours of practice, the skill's experience bar was nearly full, and an upgrade was imminent.
This upgrade was crucial to Alex's plan to create a Multiverse Traversers' Alliance. Once the teleportation skill reached level 6, it would allow him to create stable, long-lasting portals between worlds—a cornerstone for establishing an interdimensional organization.
While Alex secluded himself in quiet preparation, the news of the Wang family's destruction sent shockwaves through the extraordinary world. Some of the more capable factions even managed to obtain photographs of the ruins that had once been the Wang family's stronghold.
The head of the Lü family, Lü Ci, sat silently in his ancestral chair, staring at the photos in his hand.
The images depicted the aftermath of what had once been the Wang family's stronghold—a massive crater, a kilometer in diameter, marking the place where the estate once stood.
Other photos showed the ruins of battlefields where Alex had fought assassins and even snapshots of Wang family members vanishing without a trace.
Gazing at the evidence of his old friend's demise, Lü Ci sighed softly. Yet, he had no intention of seeking revenge for Wang Ai.
Instead, his heart was filled with a mix of melancholy and relief. He felt fortunate for having refused Wang Ai's earlier proposal to join forces against Alex. Had he agreed, the Lü family would likely have shared the same fate as the Wangs—erased from history.
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At Taoist Hall, Feng Xingtong, Zhang Chulan, and the others were still waiting for Alex to return. None of them had forgotten Alex's promise to let them join the organization he was creating.
The prospect of joining the Multiverse Traversers' Alliance was like stepping into the plot of a novel. They couldn't afford to miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Even after weeks had passed since Alex's disappearance, they stubbornly remained at the Mansion, unwilling to leave. Even the typically carefree Feng Baobao stayed put, determined not to miss his return.
One day, a disciple came rushing into the mansion, clutching several photos, and hurried into the room of the Old Taoist Master. This immediately caught everyone's attention.
When the disciple emerged from the room, the group quickly surrounded him, demanding to know what had happened.
Without hesitation, the disciple explained: "Lord Alex has annihilated the entire Wang family. Every direct member of their bloodline has been eradicated by him.
"In addition, employees of the Express Company discovered a trove of evidence in the hands of the Wang family's branch members, exposing their numerous crimes.
"As a result, the Wang family is now a pariah in the outcast world. Everyone in the community is praising Lord Alex's actions as righteous and just!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment. Then Zhang Chulan, leveraging his close relationship with the Old Master, entered his room and glanced at the photos on the table. His eyes were immediately drawn to the massive crater where the Wang family's estate had once stood.
Surprisingly, Zhang Chulan wasn't shocked by Alex's actions. The destruction of the Wang family seemed all too easy for someone like the Celestial Lord!
What truly excited Zhang Chulan, however, was what this meant: with the Wang family gone, Alex would surely return soon.
And that meant one thing—they'd finally be able to explore other worlds!
The One Piece world, the Naruto world, the Marvel universe, the DC universe…
Just imagining traveling to these fantastical realms, meeting iconic characters, and experiencing legendary events firsthand filled Zhang Chulan with excitement. He could barely contain his anticipation for Alex's return.
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In a dilapidated courtyard, scattered figures from the Quanxing organization sat quietly, each holding a few photos.
Lü Liang stared at the images of the enormous crater where the Wang family's estate once stood. He drew a sharp breath, recalling his first meeting with Alex alongside Xia He. Back then, he never imagined they had encountered a being as extraordinary as the Celestial Lord.
Looking at the kilometer-wide crater and the battlefield ruins stretching several kilometers, Lü Liang finally accepted the truth—Alex wasn't just anyone. He was truly a Celestial Lord.
At that moment, a man stood up, drawing the attention of everyone in Quanxing.
San Shi Tujunfang cleared his throat and said in a solemn tone:
"Starting today, I officially withdraw from Quanxing.
"During the battle at Mount Longhu, our organization was decimated by the Celestial Lord. Now, aside from a few remnants, all that's left are broken and scattered individuals.
"I have no desire to stay in Quanxing any longer. One day, we might suffer the same fate as the Wang family, hunted down and destroyed by the Celestial Lord."
With that, he said no more and left the courtyard.
Seeing this, Lü Liang's eyes flickered, and he silently followed.
One by one, the remaining Quanxing members sighed, rose, and departed. The centuries-old Quanxing organization was no more.
And its demise came not through war, betrayal, or internal strife, but from the sheer fear of a single individual.
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