Chapter 374: Chapter 371: The Ancestral Grave Exploded (2)

The moment Mo Qi spoke, not only was Feng Liang enraged, but even Feng Lun, who had thought so highly of him, had his expression turn grim.

’What does he mean?’

’Our Feng Family’s ancestors can’t withstand a single bow from you? Fine! We admit you’re talented and your methods are powerful. You defeated Huangfu Yu. You can even go a few rounds with an Immortal. But your words are far too arrogant! You’re showing no respect for the Feng Family whatsoever!’

"How audacious!" Feng Liang roared. "A mere mortal dares to look down on the ancestors of my Feng Family!"

"I’d like to see what you’re made of, to dare spout such shameless nonsense!"

With that, Feng Liang splayed his fingers and swiped down toward Mo Qi’s head.

It was an extremely humiliating gesture, a sign that Feng Liang held Mo Qi in complete contempt and believed he could crush him at will.

Feng Lun didn’t stop him.

No matter how much of a genius Mo Qi was, Feng Lun wasn’t so magnanimous as to tolerate someone scorning his family’s ancestors.

It would be good for Feng Liang to teach him a small lesson, lest his ego grow too large.

The ancestral hall was surrounded by a special Array that sealed off external Energy, so Mo Qi couldn’t draw upon the Power of Fortune and could only rely on his own strength.

This was why Feng Lun was confident Feng Liang could subdue Mo Qi.

"Don’t mess around!"

Seeing Feng Liang about to attack over a single disagreement, Mo Qi casually lifted a hand. A large net emitting a faint purple glow shot from his sleeve and instantly ensnared Feng Liang.

Feng Liang never expected Mo Qi to play dirty. Before he could react, he felt his body tighten as he was securely trapped by the net’s threads. A numbing force coursed through him.

His limbs instantly grew weak, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to move a muscle.

"You... you used poison?!" Feng Liang was shocked, furious, and utterly mortified.

He never imagined he would be taken down before he could even touch his opponent’s sleeve.

Mo Qi shrugged and looked at the equally astonished Feng Lun. "The poison on the net just temporarily incapacitates him. It’s not injurious or fatal."

Qian Duoduo had secretly slipped him this net as he was leaving Taohua Village for the ancestral hall.

According to Qian Duoduo, with the element of surprise, the net could even trap an ordinary Void Realm cultivator.

Mo Qi knew the two had misunderstood him, so he explained, "Patriarch Feng, I have absolutely no disrespect for your ancestors. There is a very specific reason for all this."

’I don’t know if he’ll accept this explanation.’

’But I’m telling the truth!’

’The Feng Family’s ancestors truly can’t withstand my kowtow!’

’Besides, deep down, no matter how amazing the Feng Family’s ancestors were, what the hell does that have to do with me?’

’Why should I have to kowtow to them?’

"Utter nonsense! You’re nothing but a scoundrel who only knows dirty, underhanded tricks!" Feng Liang bellowed, so blinded by rage that he was just spouting whatever came to mind.

Mo Qi gave him a look like he was a complete moron. "Underhanded? If you really think that, then I advise you to just stay put in the Feng Family and never go outside. Otherwise, you won’t even know what killed you."

’Using a net is a sneak attack? Using poison is underhanded?’

’In the Martial Arts World, the strong are revered. But before you become strong, survival is all that matters. The one who lives is the one who wins.’

’Just like people, combat tactics are neither noble nor base. Whatever works is what’s best.’

’Don’t delude yourself into thinking the real world will play fair. Not everyone is your damn mother; no one is obligated to coddle you.’

"Cut the crap! If you’ve got any guts, fight me fair and square!" Feng Liang struggled violently but couldn’t break free.

Mo Qi couldn’t be bothered with a "hothouse flower" like Feng Liang. He turned to Feng Lun and said, "Patriarch Feng, what I said is true. If you don’t believe me, I can perform the kowtow right here in front of you. It makes no difference to me, but as for the consequences... you’ll have to bear them yourself."

Feng Lun frowned.

Mo Qi’s words were incredibly blunt and outrageous, but for some reason, a voice deep inside Feng Lun told him that perhaps the young man was telling the truth.

’But his rational mind kept reminding him, what consequences could possibly come from performing a kowtow?’

’It’s simply unimaginable.’

After a long moment of contemplation, Feng Lun said gravely, "The rules cannot be ignored."

The implication was clear: he still had to kowtow.

"Fine. I’ve given you fair warning. When something happens, don’t blame me."

Mo Qi offered one last reminder, then turned to the altar, took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth curved into a slight smirk.

’Now, things are about to get interesting...’

’Three Kowtows of the Unmoving Nether King!’

Mo Qi cried out in his mind. The phantom of the Nether King didn’t manifest externally but instead merged with his own body.

The Array outside the ancestral hall could block the Power of Fortune, but it couldn’t stop the majesty of the Nether King.

Mo Qi didn’t even kneel. He simply clasped his hands together and gave a slight bow from the waist.

Instantly, the very heavens and earth seemed to tremble.

From within the previously tranquil altar, piercing wails like the cries of ghosts and howls of wolves suddenly erupted.

Mo Qi hadn’t attacked the altar. He had simply directed the ritual of the Nether King’s kowtow at it.

Who in this world, I ask you, is worthy of receiving a bow from the Nether King?

It was an act that could turn the heavens and earth upside down, roil the Underworld, make every Ghost Spirit weep in unison—an act of ultimate sacrilege!

The ancestors of the Feng Family had passed on countless years ago. Now, their residual Soul Power erupted into an uproar, letting out roars of agitation.

RUMBLE!

The altar began to shake violently.

Lying on the ground, Feng Liang had been waiting to see Mo Qi make a fool of himself. He thought Mo Qi was just putting on an act, making empty threats.

But now, Feng Liang was so shocked his eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

’Holy shit, something is actually happening to the ancestral hall!’

Feng Lun was also completely dumbfounded. ’What is going on?!’

In all his memory, and indeed in the tens of thousands of years of the Feng Family’s recorded history, nothing like this had ever occurred.

This altar not only held the ancestral tablets, but it also housed their mortal remains and Dharma Bodies.

Strictly speaking, this was the Feng Family’s ancestral tomb!

As the two stood there in utter shock, the entire altar violently exploded.

BOOM!

With a deafening blast, the altar shattered. Wisps of remnant souls shot out in all directions, screaming in terror, before turning to dust and vanishing.

The powerful experts of the Feng Family, alerted by the explosion, began to arrive one after another.

When they saw the smoking, crumbling remains of the altar, everyone gaped, their faces etched with utter disbelief.

"Holy fuck, the ancestral tomb... the ancestral tomb fucking exploded!"

’An enemy attack?!’

’Who did this?’

’This is a fucking outrage!’

’There’s a saying that one must respect the dead, to say nothing of an ancestral tomb!’

’To put it more starkly, what is an ancestral hall?’

’It’s the very foundation of a family!’

Desecrating a grave has been a great taboo since ancient times, to say nothing of blowing up an entire ancestral tomb.

This was tantamount to a declaration of war to the death with the Feng Family!

The horns of war had been sounded. The experts of the Feng Family immediately entered a state of combat readiness.

"This is an outrage! Who did this?!" The Feng Family Immortal appeared once more, his presence accompanied by a thunderous rage.

Feng Lun and Feng Liang were dumbstruck.

’It’s over,’ they thought. ’This has spiraled completely out of control.’