ACSP: Chapter 224: If You Hurt My Dear Grandson, I Will Surely Exterminate Your Entire Clan!
Boom—!
Boom—!
Boom—!
A series of deafening, apocalyptic roars shattered the square.
The dozens of elite Zhao family guards who had lunged forward like a pack of ravenous wolves were instantly swallowed whole by a sudden, violent eruption of blinding flames. The fire expanded like a predatory beast, clawing and tearing through the air, submerging the entire vanguard in a raging sea of crimson heat.
Blasting outwards with the shockwaves, a rain of blood splattered across the plaza, staining the cracked earth a gruesome crimson. The thick, billowing black smoke interwined with the spray of gore, painting a picture of absolute horror.
As the dust gradually settled and the residual firelight flickered out, the square was revealed to be an absolute wasteland of mangled flesh. Charred, broken corpses lay scattered across the scorched ground; some were missing limbs entirely, while others had been burned into unrecognizable black husks, emitting a sickening, heavy stench of roasted flesh and ozone.
Every single member of the Zhao assault force was dead. In a single second.
The surrounding spectators stood wide-eyed, frozen in place as if a collective paralysis spell had been cast over the entire square. Their faces twisted into expressions of pure terror and utter disbelief, looking exactly like people witnessing the end of the world.
A deathly, suffocating silence fell over the area. It was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.
It took several agonized moments before the crowd's collective shock finally broke, shattering the quiet with frantic, panicked screams.
"No... no way! How are they all dead?! The entire squad?!"
"What the hell was that explosion just now?!"
"I don't know! I didn't even have time to blink before they were blown into a bloody mist!"
"Could it be... could the explosive tags on their own gear have accidentally misfired? Did they blow themselves up?!"
"Are you a absolute idiot?! Those were core elites of the Zhao family! How could they possibly commit mass suicide with their own tags? Use your damn brain!"
"It's Explosion Release... Someone definitely unleashed an Explosion Release ninjutsu just now!"
"It's that yellow-haired guy! I saw his hands move—he activated an Explosion Release skill!"
"Damn it, what kind of broken, overpowered Explosion Release can remotely detonate a person's body from a distance?!"
It wasn't that these Contractors had never seen an Explosion Release user before. But a variation that could bypass physical contact and detonate a target's internal network entirely from afar?
Today was the absolute first time they had ever witnessed such a catastrophic ability. It was nothing short of terrifying.
It was as if that man could harvest anyone's life with a simple wave of his hand. This kind of ability was nothing short of a walking nightmare!
By now, Zhao Quan was completely scared witless. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and thick, bean-sized beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
One had to realize the sheer weight of what had just been obliterated. The operatives he had brought with him today were all core Zhao family elites, every single one of them well above Level 60. On top of that, they were a perfectly optimized, fully equipped tactical team. Their coordination was seamless, and their combined combat power was staggering! Even if they were pitted against a high-tier, Kage-level Contractor, they would have been more than capable of holding their own.
These were the protectors his grandfather had personally handpicked to guard his life. It was precisely because he had such a lethal vanguard shadowing his every move that he dared to run rampant through Magic City without a care in the world.
He had originally thought that the moment these elites stepped in, crushing Jiang Chen and his group would be as easy as turning over his hand. But who could have possibly imagined... that a unit with combat power comparable to a Kage-level powerhouse would be mysteriously blown to pieces without even touching a single thread of the enemy's clothes?
If he hadn't witnessed the carnage with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed in a hundred lifetimes that a skill capable of such effortless, remote detonation existed in this world.
"Boss, how was that? My little trick just now wasn't half bad, right?" Li Dala glanced back at the smoking crater of Zhao family remnants, turning to Jiang Chen with a wildly smug, toothy grin.
"Yeah, it was alright," Jiang Chen nodded nonchalantly.
Others might have missed the microscopic sleight of hand, but Jiang Chen had seen it with perfect clarity. Li Dala had secretly sown miniature Clay Spiders onto those Zhao family operatives the moment they lunged.
Furthermore, Jiang Chen knew that if he hadn't secretly intervened just now, Li Dala's clay creations would never have achieved such an outstanding, flawless result. Because even though those miniature spiders were exceptionally small and completely undetectable to the naked eye, clay bombs were still clay bombs! Their core structures inherently contained the caster's distinct Explosion Release Chakra.
If they had encountered any Contractors with exceptionally strong sensory abilities, it would have been absolutely impossible to avoid detection.
And just a moment ago, when Li Dala was secretly deploying those miniature spiders, one of the sensory Contractors among the Zhao family vanguard had actually caught a vague, instinctive trace of the incoming threat. It was Jiang Chen who had subtly activated the genjutsu of his own [Sharingan] at that exact, critical millisecond, ensnaring the tracker's perception and completely scrambling his senses.
That was the sole reason the opponent failed to raise the alarm in time. Otherwise, even if Li Dala's clay bombs had managed to detonate, the tactical surprise would have been lost, and the results would have been greatly diminished.
"Sister, what do we do? Jiang Chen and the others have killed so many Zhao family members... we've brought down a catastrophic disaster on our heads this time..." Nangong Hong whispered, her voice trembling violently as she clutched Nangong Fei's arm, her face pale with mounting dread.
"We are truly finished this time..."
Nangong Fei was completely hollowed out by despair, her eyes clouded with profound sorrow.
Earlier, when Jiang Chen and his group executed Wang Mang, the sisters still held onto the faint hope that if their family offered enough exorbitant compensation, they might still be able to smooth things over. After all, Wang Mang was just an outsourced dog, not a true-blooded member of the core clan. In a brutal world where material interests dictated every law, as long as the price was high enough, there was always a chance to turn things around.
But now?
Jiang Chen and his men hadn't just crossed a line—they had slaughtered an entire tactical squad of true-blooded Zhao family elites in broad daylight. This was no longer a dispute; it was an open, unmitigated declaration of war against the entire Southern Pavilion.
At this point, let alone the two of them, even if their own clan patriarch, Nangong Lifei, were to crawl here on his knees with all the treasures of their family, it would be absolutely impossible to resolve the blood feud.
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"Boss, there's still one more left over there. Do we take him out too?" Ronan pointed a lazy finger toward Zhao Quan, who was standing paralyzed a short distance away, and turned to Jiang Chen.
"Yeah, kill him," Jiang Chen nodded with total, chilling indifference. He cast a detached glance at the trembling young master. "You're Zhao Quan, right? I heard you're one of the frontrunners participating in the upcoming Zhao family succession race. If I erase you from the board right here, does that mean your Southern Pavilion is fresh out of candidates?"
"What did you say?! You actually dare to think about killing me?!"
The muscles on Zhao Quan's face twitched violently. The invisible, crushing pressure radiating from Jiang Chen's silhouette was so immense that he subconsciously took two staggered steps backward, his boots scraping against the blood-stained dirt.
However, in the very next millisecond...
The bite of a razor-sharp steel blade was suddenly pressed tight across his jugular.
The icy sensation caused a fresh wave of cold sweat to stream down Zhao Quan's neck instantly. His entire body froze solid in place, not daring to move a single muscle. He could feel the fine edge of the weapon biting right into his skin; if the phantom behind him applied even an ounce of pressure, his throat would be cleanly slit open.
"Hey, kid. Weren't you acting incredibly arrogant just a few minutes ago?" Ronan whispered right into his ear, his voice laced with mocking amusement. "Why did you stop? Keep that same energy."
Ronan tightened his grip on his custom three-pronged Flying Raijin Kunai, his wrist tensing as he prepared to effortlessly slice Zhao Quan's throat wide open.
—Boom!
Right at that critical juncture, a violent beam of scorching fire suddenly tore through the void, erupting onto the plaza with an absolutely devastating, apocalyptic pressure.
The pillar of flame morphed into a colossal, raging fire dragon, its massive maw stretched wide open as it roared, lunging directly at Ronan with lethal velocity. Wherever the crimson light path sliced through, the ambient temperature skyrocketed instantly, turning the sky itself into a burning, suffocating sea of absolute magma.
"Audacious scoundrels! If you dare to harm so much as a single hair on my grandson's head, I will personally slaughter your entire lineage, exterminate your nine clans, and ensure ten generations of your kin are wiped from the face of this earth!"
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