Dual Cultivation God Returns

Chapter 218 Justice? I don't need that

As he asked again the man was shaken out of his terrified stupor. However, there was still no answer from him as his mouth was opening and closing, not daring to make sounds.

Wu Tianshui looked to the Soul Cultivator who seemed to be in a daze from the moment the battle started in panic, seeking a possible way out with his skills. A well-timed attack from a Soul Cultivator could give them that moment of opening that would allow them to kill Wu Long in an instant, ending this nightmare, but the man he was looking at was seemingly not in this place, his eyes lifeless, as if glassy.

"He tried to help you from the very start, no worries, he's not dead, his technique just backfired, so he is going to need some time to return to you"

Wu Long said with a smile, not missing the glance Wu Tianshui shot at the man. The one he was concerned the most about from the very start was the Soul Cultivator, as formation barriers were useless in front of Soul Power.

Had he not targeted Wu Long from the very beginning and waited out to possibly take control of Wu Mengqi in the barrier to take her hostage, Wu Long would have had to target him from the start. But as he made the stupidest move of trying to prove his superiority from the previous blunder when he lost to Wu Long as Wu Mengqi ran to him, Wu Long did not even have to bother with the prideful idiot. The battle would be long over by the time he wakes up from the technique that rebounded from Wu Long back to him.

By this point, everyone understood that there was no one here who could stop Wu Long and that everyone's lives were in his hands. Wu Tianshui started to tremble as his teeth rattled against each other, terror gripping him and shackling all of his movements. He was so terrified that right now he would not be able to move even if a common mortal man were to come and stab him.

"W-Wu Long... yo-... you were raised-..."

"Oh don't give me that bullcrap"

Wu Long rolled his eyes as he did not expect such lines at this point no matter how pathetic the man in front of him was. There was also irritation on the current family Patriarch's face as he too preferred to at least save some dignity if he was to die today.

Wu Tianhuo's face was in intense fluctuations as Wu Long could see his mind racing, thoughts flashing in his eyes. It seemed that since Wu Long did not specifically name him among the ones he wanted retaliation against when he made his speech before the battle, he was now harboring hope to get through this.

"State your demands, if it is justice that you want..."

"Justice? I don't need that"

As the oldest ancestor spoke up Wu Long interrupted him with no ceremonies.

"I am no saint or justice warrior. And I do not have any intention of having you repent or reform you"

As Wu Long cut off the ways of survival of the members of the Wu Family, the seven surviving elders started to despair, falling to their knees, and splashing the blood around.

Wu Tianshui's eyes and nose began to redden, as he was about to start wailing. Wu Long clicked his tongue in annoyance and decided to get rid of him first since he really did not want to see the sight that was about to transpire.

Any pain he would give him was meaningless at this point, and he would not mentally endure much pain anyway. Torturing someone who has lost his mind was not any different than kicking a bucket in irritation, holding no meaning whatsoever.

What Wu Long did, as a final measure of punishment, simply for his own satisfaction, was using a Soul Cultivation technique to make Wu Tianshui feel time differently. His mind suddenly accelerated until his surroundings became unbearably slow for him, but his body could not move, as it did not catch up to the new speed of his mind.

Wu Long then sent a single steel needle right at the center of the man's forehead, for whom this needle traveled for weeks worth of time, and very slowly penetrated his head as he felt every bit of pain on his way out.

"Don't bother"

The ancestor said as the current patriarch reacted to the needle, and he froze without taking action in the end.

This whole process in reality took moments. The Patriarch also understood that it was meaningless to stop Wu Long from killing anyone here, the one who tried would just die as well. But he still gritted his teeth as he now became a clown. The ancestors were also dissatisfied with this outcome. It was one thing for them to administer a punishment or even kill someone, but it held another meaning altogether when Wu Long forcibly removed a family member when they had already shown up to interfere.

But the people present also knew that Wu Long's biggest hostility had to be pointed at this man and Nie Changsheng, so they had the least chance of getting out of this alive even if there was a miracle that somehow allowed others to escape with their lives intact.

"You may be able to trample on us, but do you really think yourself undefeatable? Did you forget that this Empire has rulers, and they are within this very city?"

The eldest ancestor decided to take a different approach, and Wu Long smiled at this attempt to scare him away.

"Do you think I am so gullible? The Imperial Family does not interfere in the internal matters of the Two Noble Houses of Wu and Fan"

"What about the prince then?"

The ancestor looked at the still convulsing in agony Nie Changsheng who was lying on his back, splashing the blood that soaked his clothes and hair around with the contortions of his body.

"What about him?"

Wu Long chuckled as his figure disappeared and he appeared at a far corner of the manor, behind a man in gray who tried to retaliate, but was quickly and easily subdued, having several steel needles inserted into his neck and back to immobilize him, grabbed by the sash on his waist, and then brought like a sack of potatoes back to Wu Long's original position.

"You know full well who his benefactors are and that he would be considered to have committed treason"

Wu Long smiled and the eldest ancestor narrowed his eyes as Wu Long to his surprise knew far more than someone of his humble origins should. Though it was not as surprising as his combat prowess.