The Patriarch's mind processed it instantly—patriarchal pride flaring first, then horror. His eyes darted toward the slight gap in the chamber door behind Cang, the one that offered a direct line of sight into the room. Through it, the evidence was unmistakable: three naked women lying in a tangled, cum-soaked pile on the massive bed. The Queen's enormous pregnant belly was impossible to miss, swollen and glowing with health, her pierced tits still leaking milk onto the sheets. Lin Yuxi was curled against her mother, their bodies pressed together in obvious post-orgasmic bliss. Marlin lay beside them, legs spread, pussy visibly gaping and dripping.

"You bastard!" the Patriarch roared, face twisting into murderous rage. He attacked without hesitation—qi exploding around him in a crimson aura as he drew his sword and lunged forward in a blur of Core Formation speed. "I'll kill you for defiling my bloodline!"

The elder to his left—the senior one, with the longest beard and the strongest aura—tried to stop him. "Patriarch, wait! His cultivation—" The elder's eyes widened in terror as he finally sensed it: the vast, oppressive pressure rolling off Cang like an ocean crushing a pebble. Late-stage Nascent Soul at minimum. Maybe higher. A monster far beyond their clan's ability to handle. But it was too late.

Cang didn't even move his feet. He simply raised one hand, palm open, and released a casual pulse of his qi.

The air itself seemed to warp. A single, invisible wave of pure destructive force slammed into the Patriarch mid-leap. There was no dramatic clash of swords, no exchange of techniques. Just instant annihilation. The man's body exploded into a fine red mist—bones, flesh, robes, and all disintegrating in a silent *whoosh* of blood and qi essence. The crimson spray painted the hallway walls in a gruesome arc before dissipating into harmless vapor. Not even a scream escaped. One moment a furious patriarch, the next—nothing but a lingering scent of iron in the air.

The senior elder froze, eyes bulging. "You bastard!" he roared, voice cracking with grief and fury as he rushed forward, channeling every ounce of his qi into a desperate palm strike. The second elder drew his own weapon, face pale but determined, joining the charge.

A bloodbath formed in the hallway.

Cang chuckled darkly, the sound low and chilling. "My Ladies are asleep," he said, stepping forward once. "Die silently."

He moved like lightning. The senior elder's palm strike never landed. Cang's hand shot out, fingers piercing straight through the man's protective qi barrier as if it were paper. A single squeeze, and the elder's head exploded like an overripe melon—brain matter and bone fragments spraying across the second elder's face. The body crumpled without a sound, qi core shattered into useless shards that dissolved into the air.

The final elder tried to scream for help, mouth opening wide—but Cang was already there. A casual backhand slap, infused with just enough qi to silence rather than explode, crushed the man's throat and snapped his neck in one clean motion. The elder dropped like a sack of rice, eyes wide in final disbelief, body twitching once before going still.

The hallway fell deathly quiet. Three corpses—or what remained of them—lay scattered across the polished stone. Blood pooled slowly, the only sound the faint drip-drip of it hitting the floor. Cang stood naked among the carnage, cock still hanging heavy, not a scratch on him. He glanced back toward the chamber door, where the soft, exhausted breathing of his three women could just barely be heard. They hadn't stirred. Perfect.

He rolled his shoulders, qi settling back into calm repose. The problem was solved. The old bloodline that had once "owned" them was erased. Now only his claim remained. He turned on his heel, stepping over the mess without a second glance, and walked back toward the royal chamber. His Ladies would wake soon enough, and when they did, he would be there—ready to remind them exactly who their new patriarch, husband, and Master truly was.

Inside, the three women were already stirring faintly, drawn by some instinctive pull toward the man who had ruined them so completely. The Queen's hand drifted protectively over her belly, a soft smile on her cum-stained lips even in half-sleep. Lin Yuxi murmured his name like a prayer. Marlin whimpered happily, thighs squeezing together around the memory of his cock.

Cang pushed the door open wider, letting the morning light spill across their bodies once more. He didn't bother cleaning the blood from his feet; the faint red footprints he left on the threshold only added to the conquest. He climbed back onto the bed, sliding between them with effortless grace, his still-hard cock nestling against the Queen's pregnant belly as he pulled all three close.

"Sleep a little longer, my royal cumdump whores," he whispered, voice low and possessive. One hand kneaded the Queen's tit again, pinching the swollen nipple until she moaned in her sleep. The other hand tangled in Lin Yuxi's hair, guiding her face to rest against his chest. "When you wake… we'll continue what I started. Your old clan is gone. This palace, this bloodline—it all belongs to me now."

The women pressed tighter against him, even unconscious, their bodies responding with soft shudders and fresh leaks of milk and cum. Mother and daughter clung to each other across his torso, the maid curled at his side like a loyal pet. Cang closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of victory—sex, blood, and total submission.

Outside, the clan would soon discover the silent massacre in the hallway. Panic would spread. Questions would arise. But none of it mattered. Cang had claimed what he wanted, fucked it into devotion, and erased the rest with a casual wave of power. The sun climbed higher, but inside the chamber, the only light that mattered was the filthy, glowing satisfaction of a conqueror who had just begun his reign.

Hours later, when the first terrified servants finally dared approach the hallway and found the gruesome scene, Cang was already awake again—slowly grinding his renewed hardness between the Queen's thighs while Lin Yuxi and Marlin licked each other clean under his orders. The women's moans drowned out any distant screams from the corridors. Their new life had officially started, and the old one had ended in red mist and silence.

Cang smirked against the Queen's neck, thrusting lazily into her dripping pussy as she woke with a gasp of pure bliss. "That's it… take your Master's cock while the world outside burns. You three are all that matters now."

The chamber filled once more with the wet, filthy sounds of ownership—phack, phack, phack—echoing louder than any alarm bells the shattered clan could ring. The bloodbath in the hallway was already forgotten by the women; they only knew the thick, claiming heat stretching their holes again. And Cang? He reveled in it. He had stood, sat, toyed, slapped, pinched, and killed—all before breakfast. And the day was still young.

By the time the sun reached its peak, the royal chamber's doors remained firmly shut. Inside, the pregnant Queen was riding him reverse-cowgirl, belly bouncing, milk spraying with every drop of her hips while Lin Yuxi sat on his face and Marlin sucked his balls. Their cries of "Master~♡" and "Cang, harder~!!" drowned out everything else.

The clan's fall had been swift, silent, and absolute. Just as he had commanded.

And Cang had never felt more alive.