Clan Building System: I'm not the Protagonist?!-Chapter 263- Feng Family [3]

Feng Lishen slammed the bell in front of him, using it as shield.

The resonant vibrations of the bell rippled outward, a deafening pulse that made the ears of anyone nearby bleed and stagger.

The sound was a physical weapon in itself, an echoing roar that seemed to split the hall.

Fang Yuan didn’t pause.

He pressed the attack, each Divine Line strike colliding with the bell.

Sparks of energy erupted, fracturing the ground, sending shards of stone and qi scattering in all directions.

Divine Line! Divine Line! Divine Line!

The sword moved faster than the eye could follow.

Even as the bell absorbed and resonated each strike, Fang Yuan continued, relentless, his rhythm unbroken.

Each clash sent shockwaves across the hall, shaking pillars and rattling the ancient artifacts that lined the walls.

Feng Lishen’s expression hardened.

He could feel the pressure building with each hit, the oppressive weight of Fang Yuan’s mastery pressing down on him.

Yet still, he held his ground with the bell raised as both shield and weapon.

Feng Lishen laughed through the storm of blows, his smirk arrogant and unshaken.

"Fang Yuan! You can’t do anything to me!"

But around him, the hall was becoming a slaughterhouse.

Every time Fang Yuan’s sword fell, the bell screamed in reply, its soundwaves a weapon that tore through flesh and spirit alike.

The Feng elders who had leapt aside for safety soon realized there was none.

They were caught in the crossfire, ears rupturing, qi channels splitting under the violent resonance.

Blood spilled from their eyes, noses, and mouths as the sound shredded their defenses from within.

And still, Fang Yuan didn’t stop.

"Divine Line... Divine Line... Divine Line!"

Each strike cut faster, heavier, as though he was carving eternity itself into the bell.

The tortured cries of the elders filled the chamber, their robes tattered, their forms collapsing like broken kites under the invisible blades of sound.

Finally, one screamed in desperation, voice raw with anguish:

"Clan Head Lishen! Stop! You’re killing us!"

But Feng Lishen didn’t even glance at him.

His focus was locked solely on Fang Yuan, eyes burning with fury and hunger for supremacy.

Fang Yuan finally lowered his sword, lips curling into a thin smile as realization struck him.

His strikes weren’t cutting through the artifact. But that wasn’t wasted effort, it was a test.

The continuous spamming wasn’t to kill Feng Lishen.

It was to determine how durable this artifact of his was and also to take out the elders around him.

Fang Yuan said, voice steady. "I thought I heard you claim to my disciple, that your clan always bands together against outsiders. At this rate, you’ll wipe out your fellow elders before you ever touch me."

The elders groaned, blood soaking their robes, but Feng Lishen only scoffed.

"Arrogant brat," he spat, raising his palm. The bell shuddered, expanded outward, and then he struck it again.

This time the sound was deeper, darker, a rolling thunder that bypassed flesh and slammed straight into the soul.

Elders dropped like flies, clutching their heads and screaming.

Even Fang Yuan’s body trembled, his face tightening under the sheer spiritual pressure.

For the first time, he felt the artifact’s weight press against his very core.

"Tsk." Fang Yuan wiped a trickle of blood from his lip, his tone casual despite the rattling of his soul. "That thing packs a punch."

His eyes sharpened, gleaming with killing intent. "But if you think you can stop me with that alone... you’re sorely mistaken."

He raised his fingers.

Feng Lishen froze, throat tightening as his gaze snapped upward.

In the heavens above, shimmering lines of divine energy began to carve themselves into reality, not one, not two, but a hundred.

The sky was filled with them, interlacing like a net of judgment, glowing with boundless force. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Feng Lishen’s heartbeat stuttered. His arrogance faltered.

A hundred...?

The air itself felt heavy, the ground quaking as though unable to withstand what was about to descend.

"How’s my little present?" Fang Yuan asked with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Then, without hesitation, he let the storm fall.

The hundred Divine Lines descended like a rain of judgment.

Feng Lishen vanished inside the bell, its shell sealing him in like a womb.

But the elders scattered below weren’t so fortunate.

Fang Yuan’s gaze flickered toward them. He raised his hand, and several strands peeled off from the net, streaking directly at the elders.

An attack born of the Hollow Spirit Realm... how could mere Nascent Soul cultivators hope to resist?

Their faces drained of blood, yet desperation gave them speed.

They threw up their strongest defenses, treasures ignited, blood essence spend.

They managed to blocked it.

But the cost was steep. Lifeforce burned away like oil in a dying lamp, their vitality halved in an instant.

And Fang Yuan wasn’t done. The bell, struck again and again by his Divine Lines, released its dreadful sound waves in every direction.

The echoes turned on its own clan, the elders’ ears bursting, their souls rattling as the artifact’s power lashed them like an executioner’s whip.

Friendly fire, born from their own patriarch’s pride.

The hall stank of burnt qi and blood. Some elders staggered, their eyes wild. Others coughed up chunks of flesh.

The storm of Divine Lines did not relent.

Each strike rippled through the bell, its surface groaning, cracks of golden light spiderwebbing across the engraved patterns.

The ancient artifact quaked, as though straining against its master’s will.

Inside, Feng Lishen’s blood roiled. His protective qi shattered under the endless vibrations.

Blood burst from his nose, his ears, his eyes. He clenched his jaw until his teeth cracked, gripping the bell’s core formation with both hands.

Bang!

Another Divine Line slammed down, and this time the bell rang with a sickening pitch, the resonance no longer harmonious, it was broken, uneven.

Feng Lishen screamed, a guttural roar, and the bell split apart with a thunderous crack.

Shards of golden light burst outward, scattering across the hall like falling meteors.