My Descendants Are My Power

"Damn it, damn it!!!" Felix, while escaping with Elizabeth, was growling lowly.

Drunken Fool had let him go, but it turned out there was never a way out for him—it was just an opportunity for the Blackwoods to slaughter him! Maybe he shouldn't have run; Drunken Fool would have let him die swiftly. But...

"I don't want to die!" discover-stories-on-MVLeMpYr

Behind him came the shadow of a blade; he no longer wanted to see who was striking at him. Drunken Fool was right; he wasn't the type to go mad—he was a coward, seizing any chance to survive!

It was Luna.

She, in her fox form, swung her blade down with all her might, a strike that poured out the empathy of an elder. She could feel it—perhaps when the Boar Monarch Pete died, he must have worried whether the children would be saddened by it.

Lucas and Amelia's powers followed one after another, their blades were the guardians' rage, because of these two scoundrels, the peaceful days of the Blackwoods had come to this fragmentation!

Olivia, despite her old age, still maintained her graceful demeanor. With a single word, 'the masses,' she shattered Felix's shield.

She seemed to be sneering.

Mocking the coward and the madwoman ahead for their reckless actions, mocking their regret after fantasizing about overthrowing the Blackwoods and killing their people!

"Ha ha ha!"

Julian had become an AI Bionic Robot, and on his shoulders stood Mary, her eyes blood-red, her body veined with rage. Julian was laughing wildly, "Why run? Face us, you mongrel!"

His massive fist struck, hitting Felix and Elizabeth on their backs, stripping them of any means to escape. Punch after punch, the two still tried to resist with their powers, Felix holding Elizabeth as they fled!

But where did they have enough power left? Mary, in her frenzy, was chopping at them with the long blade left by the Boar Monarch Pete.

It was chopping their backs to a bloody mess.

Then, looking at their wounded bodies, Mary seemed to lose all her strength and collapsed crying on Julian's shoulder.

This was the cathartic weeping of children avenging their parents.

Then, the third generation of Blackwoods and their offspring leaped up, madly pursuing them.

Seven years.

Seven years of anger and hatred, seven years of dangers encountered in their wanderings, seven years of growth, all unleashed at this moment.

They had truly gone mad.

These children, who had grown up on the back of the Boar Monarch Pete, came with past resentments, unknown what feelings they harbored at the moment. They only knew that when the Boar Monarch Pete returned that day, his body was beyond recognition, and all this should be returned in full.

No, it should be returned a hundredfold, a thousandfold!

They would no longer be smashed to a bloody mess on anyone's back, nor did they need to be carried by anyone anymore, nor did they need the elders to teach them the great truths of life bit by bit, nor did they need to cry out when alone.

Because.

Once in the Silver Iron Forest, there was a pig that had accompanied them through their childhood.

And now they had grown up, weathered from all sides in Cloudview County, facing the enemy with the stories they had shared with the Boar Monarch Pete , avenging the Boar Monarch Pete!

In an instant.

The entire sky was filled with the children's screams of killing, just as they had learned from the intelligence reports, gradually torturing these two once proud D-rank individuals!

The many elders of the Blackwoods came to their senses, standing on the Coffin of Straight Death, watching the children's frenzied slaughter.

At this moment, in Ethan's room, there were no longer any heavenly treasures or elixirs visible. He watched calmly as the children on the screen carried out the most brutal revenge.

As the scene rapidly progressed, it seemed like a cloud in the game transformed into the shape of an Boar Monarch Pete, seemingly content with the children's growth, as if to say that everything he had invested was worthwhile. He had a group of children who were fiercer and more loyal than any psychic beast.

Meanwhile, in Sky Sect, within the Sky Hall, Marcus was experiencing a surge in his psychic powers under the guidance of Daoist Warren, who had been helping Marcus break through to the Developing Skill level.

Daoist Warren wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking up proudly as he witnessed Marcus's extraordinary abilities. Inside the Sky Hall, which originally looked like a magical river of stars, it now seemed as though nine suns had risen. These were Marcus's nine unique psychic fires!

The nine fire lotuses gradually grew larger and bloomed, and Marcus, sitting in the center, appeared like a Fire God incarnate. His flames soared within the Sky Hall, forming a column of fierce fire. The intense heat would have required any ordinary Developing Skill practitioner to defend themselves with their psychic powers immediately.

The fiery air wave spread throughout the entire Sky Hall.

"Ha ha ha, at 69 years old, in the early stages of Developing Skill, possessing the heavenly elixir, and with the Sky Sect's secret techniques—Sky Mystic Abyss Art, Shadowy Heaven Steps, and Thunder Leading Heavenly Script—these three profound techniques, it was not in vain that I spent two hundred years of effort helping you grow to this point over the last twenty-eight years!" Daoist Warren looked at Marcus, a D-level practitioner, with extreme excitement.

In Cloudview County, breaking through to Emerging Ability before the age of 50 was considered genius. But Marcus? He broke through Emerging Ability before he was even thirty.

Not only that, he possessed the unique item, the nine psychic fires, coveted even by D-level practitioners, which could potentially reach the height of a sixth rank if it continued to grow.

Moreover, Marcus's temperament was extremely resilient, and he had experienced things far beyond ordinary people. Now, it seemed that Marcus had indeed lived up to Daoist Warren's expectations.

At 69 years old, a D-level practitioner with nine psychic fires, Marcus was destined to break through to Competent before his life ended. This also meant that for the next two thousand years, Sky Sect would be safe and sound!

Daoist Warren even planned to pass on all his knowledge to Marcus when his life was nearing its end. Marcus might even break through to B-level, leading Sky Sect to new heights!

"Phew." Seeing Marcus still stabilizing his cultivation, showing a slightly pained expression, Daoist Warren, with a face full of joy and anticipation, walked out of the Sky Hall.

But as soon as he stepped outside, he saw a disciple who had been waiting there. Normally, no one would wait outside the Sky Hall without urgent matters.

"What has happened to the sect?" Daoist Warren asked.

The disciple hurriedly reported the events that had occurred outside while Daoist Warren was busy cultivating Marcus over the past twenty-some years.

Starting from the killing of the Blackwood Boar Monarch Pete seven years ago, to the entire Blackwood clan fleeing Forest Town to live incognito, to the construction of a human head corpse landscape outside the Azure Cloud Pavilion, and finally to today's rampant slaughter, people everywhere were seeking help from Sky Sect.

"Supreme Elder, in twelve places, rivers of blood have flowed, including many major families, with an estimated death toll exceeding three hundred thousand."

The disciple's eyes flashed with terror, "In these seven years, the Blackwood's slaughter has already claimed nearly two million lives."