Ascending to Godhood: I Can Foresee All Futures

If the Patriarch, Huang Dongchun, still had the strength to fight, he might have been able to contend with Yang Yi.

But unfortunately, Huang Dongchun’s arms were already crippled, and he had long since passed out.

Although Elder Huang Ke was also at the Marrow Transformation Realm, his strength was clearly inferior to the seasoned Yang Yi. After only a few moments of fighting, he was already struggling to hold his ground, completely outmatched. His defeat and death were only a matter of time.

The Huang Family Great-Uncle, however, showed astonishing resolve. By burning what little remained of his qi and blood, he unleashed a burst of formidable power, managing to fight both Li Huai Sheng and one of the Yang Clan Elders to a standstill—and even gaining a slight advantage.

However, any discerning eye could see this was merely a final, desperate surge.

He was old and his body was failing. He had forcibly unlocked his potential; if he couldn’t secure a swift victory, he would die the instant his qi and blood gave out.

The Huang Family’s position had utterly collapsed.

Everywhere one looked, soldiers from the Military Preparation Camp swung their blades, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the Huang Family members. Huang Ke’s eyes burned with fury, but he was powerless to intervene, able only to let out a roar of frustration.

SQUELCH—!

The sickening sound of a blade sinking into flesh.

In his emotional turmoil, Huang Ke revealed a fatal opening. Yang Yi seized the opportunity, viciously running him through the torso with his sword.

Immediately after, Yang Yi showed no mercy, gathering his full Force into a palm strike that landed squarely on Huang Ke’s heart.

The immense and domineering Force penetrated his body, instantly destroying his internal organs.

PTOO—!

Huang Ke violently spat out blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs. His body flew backward like a broken sack, smashing heavily onto the ground. After just two twitches, he went still.

"Huang Ke!!!"

The Huang Family Great-Uncle, currently locked in battle with Li Huai Sheng and the Yang Clan Elder, caught sight of the scene from the corner of his eye. He was shaken to his core and cried out in anguish.

He was frantic, wanting to break away from his opponents to help, but he couldn’t even protect himself. In that moment of distraction, he took a heavy blow from the Yang Clan Elder, sending a spray of blood from his mouth.

Using the force of the impact, the Huang Family Great-Uncle ignored his own injuries, abruptly changed direction, and fixed his eyes—bloodshot and filled with endless hatred and despair—firmly on Chen Sheng.

’The Huang Family’s calamity today is all because of this fiend.’

’Since the destruction of the Huang Family is inevitable, I’ll drag this monster down with me to be buried alongside them!’

"HNGH... AHHH!!!"

The Huang Family Great-Uncle let out a roar that seemed to come from Nine Nether Hell, igniting all of his remaining qi, blood, and Life Force. He turned himself into a crimson meteor of pure desperation, throwing himself at Chen Sheng without a care for anything else!

He was intent on mutual destruction.

"How dare you!" Li Huai Sheng roared, trying to intercept him.

However, the Huang Family Great-Uncle was like a madman now. He blasted Li Huai Sheng aside with nothing but his tragic, overwhelming presence, his speed actually increasing.

Chen Sheng coldly watched this dying blow, his gaze flickering slightly.

The next moment, his saber-wielding right hand gave a sudden jerk.

WHOOSH—!

His Treasure Saber, Shehan, transformed into a deadly, spectral gleam and flew from his hand. With a piercing shriek that tore through the air, it shot toward the Huang Family Great-Uncle with the force of a thunderbolt.

THUD!

The Huang Family Great-Uncle didn’t dodge or evade. He just turned slightly to the side, allowing the unrivaled blade to embed itself deep in his shoulder blade, nearly splitting his body in half. Blood gushed like a fountain.

But even so, his charge didn’t slow in the slightest.

Aided by this desperate momentum, he gathered his life’s work of cultivation into his one good right palm. The palm, red as a branding iron and carrying a suicidal determination that would burn away everything, smashed towards Chen Sheng’s face.

’A parlor trick? You dare show off in front of a master?’

A cold glint flashed in Chen Sheng’s eyes.

His left hand still held Han Ling’Er in a vice grip. His right foot shattered the green brick beneath it. His waist and stance became one. He clenched his right fist, and a faint golden luster instantly covered his entire arm as a terrifying power brewed and then erupted from within.

BOOM—!!!!

Fist and palm clashed violently, unleashing a deafening boom, like a great hammer striking a war drum.

A violent blast of Fierce Qi erupted from where they met, kicking up a cloud of dust and sending Chen Sheng’s official robes flapping loudly, his hair whipping in the wind.

The two figures froze for an instant, as if time had stopped.

But in the next instant—

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK—!

A rapid-fire series of sickening cracks, like popping corn, erupted from the Huang Family Great-Uncle’s right arm.

The arm into which he had poured his entire life’s power, the arm that was as red as hot iron, began to break and twist out of shape, starting from the very fingertips and shattering inch by inch.

The Huang Family Great-Uncle’s eyes filled with utter shock and disbelief. He couldn’t seem to comprehend why the ultimate strike, for which he had sacrificed his own life, had been so utterly worthless.

THUMP!!!

Finally, his ruined body could no longer support itself, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.

His breath gone, he died with his eyes wide open, staring intently at Chen Sheng.

He could not rest in peace.

At that moment, the surroundings seemed to fall silent for an instant.

Countless gazes, filled with reverence, fear, and shock, all converged on the proud figure in the dark official robes.

Han Ling’Er, still in Chen Sheng’s grip, had felt the shockwave from that earth-shattering punch firsthand. Her delicate body trembled violently, her beautiful eyes filled with boundless terror. Chen Sheng’s power had branded an indelible mark of fear upon her soul.

Chen Sheng indifferently glanced at the corpse of the Huang Family Great-Uncle at his feet, then his cold gaze turned to the trembling Han Ling’Er in his grasp.

That one glance was enough to make Han Ling’Er feel as if she’d been plunged into an icy chasm, her spirit on the verge of shattering.

"Chen Sheng, let go of Ling’Er!!"

From the ruins, Xu Shenzhi struggled to prop himself up. He had just witnessed his great-uncle’s brutal death and his junior sister’s capture. His eyes burned with rage as he let out a hoarse roar.

As painful as his great-uncle’s death was, he was currently more terrified for Han Ling’Er’s safety. Given Chen Sheng’s ruthlessness, he truly feared the man would snap her delicate white neck in the very next instant.

"This... This was my fault... I was reckless... I offended you, Commander Chen... I beg... I beg you, Commander Chen, please be merciful..." Han Ling’Er’s voice trembled, and she begged with a sob, thinking Chen Sheng was about to take her life.

"I already gave you a chance to leave. You were the ones who didn’t take it."

Chen Sheng gave a placid smile, but to Han Ling’Er, that smile was more terrifying than any demon’s. His gaze swept to Xu Shenzhi. "Don’t you think it’s a little late to be begging for mercy now?"

"Chen Sheng, I was the one who attacked you! It has nothing to do with Ling’Er! She was just worried about me... Let her go! Whatever you want to do, do it to me!!"

Xu Shenzhi roared, trying to muster his remaining strength to pick up the Treasure Sword beside him.

"Do it to you?"

A trace of undisguised contempt flashed in Chen Sheng’s eyes. "Are you even worthy?"

Xu Shenzhi’s expression was grim and unsettled. He finally gritted his teeth and threatened:

"Ling’Er is an Inner Sect Disciple carefully cultivated by the Iron Sword Sect. If you dare to harm a single hair on her head, the Iron Sword Sect will not let this rest, and my Xu Family will mobilize all our resources to fight you to the bitter end.

When that time comes, not even the Government Office will be able to protect you!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Hearing this, Chen Sheng laughed with contempt. "I’m starting to get... a little scared."

His laughter died abruptly. His voice turned cold, laced with a bone-chilling frost:

"But I’d truly love to see it. How the Xu Family will fight me to the bitter end... and what, exactly, the Iron Sword Sect can do to me?!"

His words hadn’t even faded when his gaze returned to Han Ling’Er’s terrified face. His voice was low and allowed no argument:

"Shut your mouth if you want to live."

With that, he ignored the frantic Xu Shenzhi, simply hauling Han Ling’Er with him as he turned and walked toward the Huang Family’s inner hall.

"Chen Sheng, what are you doing?! Let her go!!"

Xu Shenzhi took a ragged breath and tried to lunge forward, but several cold blades were instantly at his throat. The sharp edges pressed against his skin, bringing with them the chill of death, and he froze, not daring to move another inch.

Chen Sheng’s steps didn’t pause. He didn’t even turn his head, leaving behind only a meaningful question that instantly froze the blood in Xu Shenzhi’s veins:

"What do you think, Young Master Xu?"

He paused, his tone laced with a chilling amusement:

"I must say, Miss Han... is quite a beauty..."

Xu Shenzhi’s pupils shrank. His face flushed red, his eyes filled with stunned fury, and he roared a single word.

"FUCK!"

Chen Sheng suddenly stopped walking and glanced at him:

"Fine. Then... as you wish."