My Cultivation Prowess Peaks after I Buried the Great Emperor's Corpse Chapter 192 - Chapter 192: Zhao Tianxiong Dies of Anger!

Chapter 192 - Chapter 192: Zhao Tianxiong Dies of Anger!

Chapter 192: Zhao Tianxiong Dies of Anger!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio | Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Qin Daofu, how dare you destroy our ancestral shrine!”

The ancestral shrine that the Panlong family had wors.h.i.+ped for thousands of years was destroyed. This scene made Zhao Xuanming and the others’ eyes almost pop from glaring too hard. Their eyes revealed intense anger and hatred.

If looks could kill, Qin Daofu would have died a million times over.

However, just as they were feeling resentful over the destruction of the ancestral shrine, they suddenly saw an unforgettable scene through the ruins of the ancestral shrine.

Someone was waving a hoe and digging the ancestral grave of the Panlong family!

“This… How could this be? Someone is actually digging our ancestral graves!”

Looking at Zhao Zichen who was waving the hoe, everyone present widened their eyes in disbelief.

Zhao Xuanming and the others were even more furious because all of them knew that the person who was digging the ancestral grave in front of them was the evil sp.a.w.n of the Panlong family.

However, as the other party was wearing a cloak and a ghost mask, no one knew his ident.i.ty.

“b.a.s.t.a.r.d, stop!”

“Insane, simply insane! He even dares to dig up his ancestors’ graves! He’s simply inhumane! The Panlong family has been unlucky for eight lifetimes to have a son like you!”

“My family is unfortunate!”

Zhao Xuanming and the others let out earth-shaking roars.

All of them were extremely furious.

What?

After hearing their words, the hearts of all the clan members present churned with monstrous waves.

What was that? The person who dug up the ancestral grave was actually someone from the Panlong family?

Numerous gasps sounded from the crowd.

This news was too explosive.

They could not believe it. They didn’t even dare to think about it.

Who would be so crazy as to dig up their ancestors’ graves?

“Who is that person?”

Cras.h.!.+

In an instant, everyone’s eyes were fixed on Zhao Zichen.

“I’ve been discovered?”

Looking at this sudden change, Zhao Zichen was surprised at first, but then a smile appeared on his face. He did not care about the anger and hatred of the crowd. After a cold glance, he continued to wave the hoe and dig crazily.

With Qin Daofu blocking in front, no one would be able to affect him. Unfortunately, his planning was great, but the reality was not like that at all.

“Emissary Dongfang, please take action and protect the ancestral grave of the Panlong family!”

Suddenly, Zhao Xuanming and the others roared in unison.

After saying that, they knelt and prayed.

Hmm? Emissary Dongfang?

Seeing the sudden actions of Zhao Xuanming and the others, Zhao Zichen, who was frantically digging the grave, frowned.

Whoos.h.!.+

Just as he was pondering who Emissary Dongfang was, a strange figure suddenly appeared behind him out of thin air.

“Emissary Dongfang?”

Seeing that figure, Zhao Xuanming and the others were immediately overjoyed.

Compared to them, Zhao Zichen felt an unprecedented chill and uneasiness. When the voice sounded, he suddenly turned around and saw a mysterious figure.

“You are…”

He was about to say something, but Lin Wudao didn’t give him that chance. He raised his hand and used the Heaven-Stabilizing Spell to imprison the other party’s body and soul.

Immediately after, under the expectant gazes of Zhao Xuanming and the others, Lin Wudao pulled off Zhao Zichen’s black cloak and the ghost mask.

In an instant, his figure and face were reflected in everyone’s eyes.

“This… How is that possible?”

“He… He’s actually… Zhao Zichen?”

“Seventh Young Master?”

“Oh my G.o.d, it’s actually him? How is this possible?”

All the members of the Panlong family were stunned on the spot. All of them stared fixedly at Zhao Zichen, who was holding a hoe, in disbelief.

They did not expect the person who dug the ancestral grave to be Zhao Zichen.

That was the Seventh Young Master!

“How could it be Zhao Zichen? He’s not that kind of person…” Someone mumbled absentmindedly. Obviously, he couldn’t accept the reality in front of him.

This was especially so for Zhao Tianxiong.

Boom!

The moment he saw Zhao Zichen’s face, he felt like a bolt of lightning had struck his head, and his mind went blank. Even his body began to tremble wildly.

“Zhao… Zhao Zichen? How is this possible? How could it be him?”

His eyes were about to pop out. Zhao Zichen was not only the Seventh Young Master of the Panlong family but also the son he was proud of. How could he be so immoral as to dig up his family’s ancestral graves?

Zhao Tianxiong couldn’t believe this result, much less accept it.

He wasn’t the only one.

At this moment, anyone who saw Zhao Zichen was unwilling to believe that this was true.

The pride of the Panlong family and the prodigy they had high hopes for had actually betrayed their family? And now, he wanted to dig up his ancestors’ graves?

Thinking of this, Zhao Tianxiong, who could not withstand the blow, immediately spat out a large mouthful of blood in hatred. His face was ashen.

“Clan leader!”

“Clan leader!”

In an instant, many clansmen surrounded Zhao Tianxiong with anxious and worried expressions.

Only Zhao Zichen had a calm expression.

In fact, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, seemingly very satisfied with this result.

“Zhao Zichen, you d.a.m.ned b.a.s.t.a.r.d! That’s the grave of your ancestors! Has your conscience been eaten by dogs? You even dare to dig up your ancestors’ graves? Are you still human?”

At this moment, Zhao Hanshan’s frenzied roar came from the front of the crowd. His eyes were filled with endless anger and hatred, and at the same time, endless pain.

No matter how he thought about it, he never thought that the person who dug the ancestral grave was the Seventh Young Master, Zhao Zichen. “Isn’t it just digging the ancestral graves? Is it worth making a fuss about?

Since you’ve found out today, I might as well lay my cards on the table. You didn’t see wrongly, I am indeed the Seventh Young Master Zhao Zichen. Today, I came here with only one purpose, and that is to dig the ancestral graves. As for why? That’s because doing so can make me stronger,” Zhao Zichen said calmly.

Digging the ancestral graves could make him stronger? What kind of logic was this?

Everyone became even more resentful.

“Other than digging up the ancestral graves, were you also the mastermind behind the kidnap of Zhao Qinlong and Qi Qingyu, as well as the robbery of the Panlong family’s treasury with Qin Daofu?” Zhao Xuanming questioned. In response, Zhao Zichen nodded.

“That’s right. I was the one who planned all of this. To be honest, according to my plan, I wanted to kidnap Qi Qingyu and sell her off. At that time, you and the Beihai family will definitely redeem her with money. This way, the two families will lose their dignity. Unfortunately, the plan didn’t go as planned since Boss Qin let Zhao Qinlong and Qi Qingyu go. In this case, to become stronger, I can only dig up the ancestral graves. The matter is that simple,” He said casually.

Boom!

Hearing this, Zhao Tianxiong, who was already unable to withstand the blow, felt a bolt from the blue again. The humiliation and hatred in his heart instantly rose to the extreme.

“Unfilial son… Unfilial son!”

Suddenly, he roared at the sky with all his might.

“Pu!”

Then, he spat out a large mouthful of blood and died.

He had been angered to death!