The Lustful Young Master is Sinister! - Chapter 277

Chapter 277: Attack on empire -3
As the Ching Chong family’s patriarch dissipated into smoke, the battlefield fell silent, momentarily stunned by Bai Lung’s power.

It felt like time has stopped in those dramatic indian tv series.

The men who had charged toward him moments earlier now froze in place, fear gripping their hearts as they realized just how outmatched they were.

It wasn’t a ant they were facing, it was the fucking dragon.

Bai Lung slowly lowered his hand, the red glow fading from his fingers, and surveyed the battlefield with cold, calculating eyes.

He didn’t need to speak; his presence alone demanded respect, or, at the very least some submission.

Even the Queen, who had seen his somewhat power before, couldn’t hide the glint of awe in her eyes as she witnessed him decimate an entire force.

Well she had seen his powers but not to this extent.

Perhaps her husband was correct, this man was truly born to change the cultivation world and achieve the godhood.

At least the fucking cuck knows something.

…

Anyway,

A murmur ran through the enemy ranks, voices whispering in a mixture of horror and disbelief, that far surpass the surprise of when will smith got slapped on Oscar.

“Did… did he really kill the patriarch with a snap?”

“Impossible… The Ching Chong family has been undefeated for centuries!”

“Who is this monster?”

Yet, amid the stunned silence, another figure stepped forward from the crowd.

He was a towering man with a presence that seemed to radiate darkness itself.

His eyes gleamed with a dangerous intelligence, and his movements were as calculated as a predator sizing up its prey.

“Bai Lung, I presume,” the man said with his voice deep and resonant.

“You’ve caused quite a stir, killing one of our elders with such arrogance. But I am no patriarch. I am the Grandmaster of the Ching Chong family…”

The Queen stepped back slightly, glancing warily at Bai Lung.

This Grandmaster was unlike the others; his aura pulsed with an ominous energy that felt different from the common cultivators on the battlefield.

She could feel the weight of centuries of cultivation emanating from him, a stark reminder of the depths of the Ching Chong family’s power.

Then again, was it a threat?

Meh!

Bai Lung remained unfazed.

Instead, he cocked his head, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Oh, a grandmaster, is it? Perhaps now this might get interesting,” he said, crossing his arms, showing no hint of fear.

This grand master bitch really thinks he is some sigma chad.

The Grandmaster sneered. “Your confidence borders on delusion, boy. You’ve insulted my family, killed one of my kin, and you think that you’ll walk away unscathed?”

Then again, if you want smoke then you get smoke.

Bai Lung let out a small laugh.

“I don’t think; I know. If this is the extent of your family’s might, I would say the world will be better off without your outdated traditions and inflated egos,”

Truth was never spoken before.

The Grandmaster’s face twisted in fury, his aura flaring up as he prepared to attack.

The surrounding soldiers, sensing the impending clash, hastily stepped back creating a wide circle around the two men.

“Enough talk,” Bai Lung said, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

“Show me if you’re worthy of your title,”

A ant doesn’t deserve title such as grandmaster.

Without warning, the Grandmaster’s figure blurred, vanishing from sight only to reappear directly before Bai Lung, his fist blazing with a dark, smoky energy.

He struck with the force of a collapsing mountain, aiming straight for Bai Lung’s heart.

But Bai Lung, calm as ever, twisted his body slightly to evade the punch, the air around him sizzling from the sheer force of the attack.

In response, Bai Lung summoned a crimson blade of blood energy, forged from his own life force and the essence of the Blood Dao.

With a single sweep, he unleashed a wave of power that cut through the air toward the Grandmaster.

The old man countered with a barrier of shadowy energy, blocking the attack but shuddering under its impact.

The Grandmaster’s eyes narrowed as he glanced at his trembling hand.

“This… blood energy. How are you able to harness it so flawlessly?”

Bai Lung shrugged, the hint of a coldness still on his face.

“Some things aren’t meant to be understood by weak minds.”

By no means he is badass tho.

The Queen watched in silence, her hands clenched as she took in the exchange between the two titans.

She never expected to see such power firsthand, but the depth of his skill with the Blood Dao was astounding.

Patriarch of ancient family and Grandmaster are no match to him?

Gosh! What power is this.

Like what exact? Even the Grandmaster, with his centuries of experience, seemed outmatched.

The Grandmaster snarled, and with a surge of dark energy, his aura expanded, causing the ground beneath him to crack and split.

Shadows rose from the earth, forming the silhouettes of grotesque creatures that hissed and writhed, a deadly swarm poised to attack.

“Face the wrath of the Ching Chong family’s Shadow Beasts!” he roared.

But Bai Lung merely raised an eyebrow. “You call these pitiful things ‘beasts’? Let me show you what true terror looks like.”

With a wave of his hand, Bai Lung summoned his Blood Prison once again. T

his time, the crimson energy coalesced into a towering wall of blood spikes, trapping the shadow beasts within. As they writhed and screeched, Bai Lung clenched his fist, causing the spikes to close in, impaling the creatures one by one until nothing but black smoke remained.

The Grandmaster took a step back, his confidence visibly shaken. “You… you’re a monster.”

Bai Lung’s smile grew, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.

“Took you long enough to realize,”

Once again, he is no badass.

The battlefield once again fell silent, every soldier, ally and enemy alike, staring at Bai Lung in awe and fear.

The Grandmaster was visibly struggling to maintain his composure, his pride and family legacy torn asunder by this young upstart.

This piece of fresh meat looks like age below 50, a raw age in cultivation world.

Logically thinking no one is talented as him.

He is HIM.

“You’re right,” the Grandmaster finally said, his voice barely a whisper, “I underestimated you. But I won’t make that mistake again.”

With a final, desperate surge of power, he unleashed his ultimate technique!!!!

Swoosh!

A dark vortex that began to pull everything within its radius.

Rocks, debris, and even soldiers were sucked toward the swirling mass of energy, their screams filling the air as they struggled against the pull.

But Bai Lung stood firm, unaffected by the vortex’s pull. He lifted a hand, summoning his own energy to counteract the force.

“Is this really your final move?” he asked, almost disappointed. “Because I was hoping for more,”

Channeling his Blood Dao to its fullest, Bai Lung extended his arm, reaching into the heart of the vortex.

His fingers glowed with crimson light as he touched the core of the Grandmaster’s technique, his energy seeping into it like a poison.

Slowly, the vortex began to dissolve, shrinking until it was nothing but a wisp of smoke.

The Grandmaster fell to his knees, exhausted and defeated.

His once powerful form now looked frail, his face gaunt and pale as he stared up at Bai Lung in horror.

“You… you’ve won,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“But know this: the Ching Chong family… will not… forget this.”

Bai Lung knelt down, his eyes cold as he gazed at the broken man before him.

“Your family can remember all they want. It won’t change the fact that they’re weak. And weakness has no place in this world,”

With a swift motion, he placed his hand on the Grandmaster’s chest, his energy flaring one last time as he drained the man’s remaining life force.

The Grandmaster’s body turned to dust, scattering in the wind, leaving nothing but silence.

Bai Lung rose, dusting off his hands as if he had merely finished a chore.

The Queen approached him, a look of admiration mixed with unease on her face.

“You’ve done it, Bai Lung,” she said softly. “The battlefield… it belongs to you now.”

Bai Lung nodded, glancing over the scattered enemy forces, their morale shattered with their leaders defeated, nothing new to be honest.

“It was inevitable,” he replied simply.

“When faced with true power, the weak must fall,”

Wise words were never spoken before.

The Queen shivered at the coldness in his voice but forced a smile.

“The empire will be grateful for your strength. This victory… it will be remembered for generations.”

Bai Lung shrugged. “Let them remember what they want. I didn’t do this for their gratitude,”

Meh! He doesn’t care if someone remembers or not.

But he does care about the reward he will be getting now.