Heavens' Laughter-Chapter 134: Erase

"Well, damn! The entire forest is gone!" Feng Yuanyun laughed as he strolled forward, completely unfazed by the destruction around him.

He didn’t bother masking his presence or approaching with caution — what was the point?

Feng Yuanyun wanted the target to know he was coming.

He wanted them to feel his approach.

"This better be a good fight," Feng Yuanyun muttered, rolling his shoulders. "Or I swear, I’ll have Dylan Lau’s head for wasting my time."

He had come prepared, his body adorned with priceless treasures, heirlooms of his family’s legacy —artifacts that had been passed down for generations.

Feng Yuanyun wasn’t about to risk them on some meaningless battle.

If this so-called ’monster’ turned out to be a disappointment, he would make sure Dylan Lau paid the price for dragging him here.

As time passed and he ventured deeper into the ruined land, something in the distance caught his eye.

A lone figure sat atop a single rock, completely at ease in the middle of a vast, leveled wasteland.

The destruction stretched endlessly around him, the remnants of a once-thriving forest now reduced to nothing but rubble and ash.

Feng Yuanyun’s steps slowed. His amused expression faltered.

"Huh…?" His eyes widened as recognition struck him like a lightning bolt.

The man sitting on the rock…

"Son?" Feng Yuanyun’s His voice came out lower than intended, laced with something between shock and disbelief.

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For the first time since arriving, he felt an unfamiliar sensation creeping into his gut — an emotion he hadn’t expected.

Uncertainty.

Feng Shen’s ears perked up as he caught the sound of footsteps halting in unison.

Glancing over, his sharp gaze landed on a familiar figure standing among a group of cultivators — all of whom had stopped in their tracks, staring directly at him.

A slow grin spread across Feng Shen’s face.

"Ah~ hello, old man! It’s been a while!" he called out, raising a lazy hand in greeting.

With effortless grace, Feng Shen hopped off the rock, brushing off the dust that clung to his robe.

Silence.

No response.

No movement.

Just heavy, unreadable stares.

Feng Shen chuckled, undeterred. "Hmm? What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Ah — wait," he clapped his hands together in mock realization.

"It seems you’ve been sent to kill me?" He let out a dramatic gasp, pressing a hand against his chest as if struck by an invisible blade:

"Ouch! Such betrayal! My own father, of all people!"

Feng Shen’s body sagged forward in exaggerated sorrow, wiping away a nonexistent tear.

But as he took a slow, deliberate step toward them, the playfulness in his expression faded, replaced with something far more cold.

"Well then," Feng Shen muttered, his voice just loud enough for them to hear.

He flexed his fingers, the sound of his knuckles cracking filling the still air. "Let’s get this over with, shall we?"

The realization crashed over Feng Yuanyun like a tidal wave.

His son wasn’t just some rogue cultivator.

He wasn’t just another enemy.

He was a force of nature, standing before them, completely unfazed.

And if they engaged him here, now — most of them wouldn’t survive.

A decision was made in an instant.

Biting down on his lower lip, Feng Yuanyun’s grip tightened.

In a single motion, a colossal war hammer materialized in his grasp from his storage ring.

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Without warning, Feng Yuanyun spun on his heel, twisting with terrifying speed.

Before his own people could even react, the hammer whistled through the air, slamming into them with earth-shattering force.

CRACK!

A sickening cacophony of bones shattering erupted as the cultivators were sent flying, their bodies colliding with the ruined ground in a spray of blood.

Some died instantly, their hearts ruptured from the sheer impact.

Others lay sprawled out, gasping, paralyzed from the force of the blow, barely clinging to life.

Blood splattered onto Feng Yuanyun’s armor as he slowly straightened, gripping his hammer tightly.

His gaze, cold and unwavering, locked onto his son:

"That should even the odds."

"Even the odds?"

Feng Shen’s expression twisted into one of pure confusion. He rubbed his forehead, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Uh~ you’re so dumb it actually hurts my brain…" he muttered, exhaling sharply. "How did you even survive this long? Especially in politics?" His tone wasn’t mocking — he was genuinely curious.

Most men as reckless as Feng Yuanyun would have been dead long ago, particularly in a position like his.

But more than that, Feng Shen was baffled by the very idea that his father thought this would even the odds.

"Do you still underestimate me?" He spread his arms slightly, tilting his head with a bemused chuckle. "The used-to-be weakling of the Feng family?"

Feng Yuanyun remained silent, his lips pressed into a firm line. His lack of response was an answer in itself.

Feng Shen clicked his tongue.

Of course.

His father still saw him as that helpless, insignificant child.

But the truth was staring Feng Shen right in the face.

Feng Yuanyun’s grip on his war hammer tightened, and he swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

He had seen many monstrous cultivators in his lifetime.

He had faced men and beasts alike, all with terrifying strength.

And yet, the boy standing before him…

Feng Yuanyun forced himself to push past his unease. "How about this…" he started, his voice slightly hoarse:

"You surrender. I take you back to the Crane Empire. Your punishment will be… house arrest. No execution. No torture. Just confinement."

To be honest, Feng Yuanyun didn’t want to kill his son — especially not after seeing this kind of potential.

Feng Shen let out an exaggerated sigh. "Old man, do you hear yourself?" He gestured toward the corpses littering the ground:

"You killed all your own men. And now you want me to surrender? How does that make any sense?"

Feng Shen’s smirk widened, eyes gleaming with amusement:

"You’re really bad at negotiations, huh?"

Feng Yuanyun cracked a small smile. "Indeed, I am," he admitted without hesitation.

His grip on the war hammer tightened. "Since negotiations have failed, I suppose I’ll just beat some respect into you!"

Without another word, Feng Yuanyun raised the massive hammer high above his head and brought it down with earth-shattering force.

The ground trembled violently, splitting apart in jagged fractures that raced toward Feng Shen like a deadly spiderweb.

The very earth beneath them gave way, revealing a seemingly endless abyss of pure darkness.

Feng Shen leaped into the air at the last second, twisting effortlessly midair to avoid the collapsing terrain.

Just as he landed lightly on a more stable section of the ground, he opened his mouth, ready to throw out a taunt—

But Feng Yuanyun was already there.

He appeared right in front of Feng Shen, moving faster than his size would suggest, swinging his war hammer in a devastating arc.

The sheer force behind the blow would have reduced a weaker opponent to dust.

Yet, to his shock, Feng Shen blocked it.

With a single arm.

The impact sent out a powerful shockwave, rattling the surrounding debris, but Feng Shen didn’t so much as flinch.

He remained rooted in place, his expression one of amused indifference.

Feng Yuanyun’s eyes widened. "What…?!"

Before he could recover…

Feng Shen grinned, gathered some saliva in his mouth, and spat directly onto his father’s face.

The moment of stunned silence that followed was shattered by him delivering a sharp kick to his jaw, using his father’s own face as a springboard to launch himself into a flawless backflip, landing gracefully a few meters away.

Feng Yuanyun staggered slightly, a low growl escaping him as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.

His momentary shock turned into raw fury.

"You brat!" Feng Yuanyun roared, raising his hammer once more.

This time, he didn’t just attack — he relentlessly slammed the weapon into the ground again and again, each strike sending powerful tremors through the ground.

The very land beneath them crumbled, shifting unpredictably as cracks and fissures spread like wildfire.

Yet, as the dust settled, one thing became clear.

Feng Yuanyun navigated the unsteady ground with practiced ease.

But to his growing frustration, his son moved with equal grace, his balance perfect, as if the unstable terrain didn’t even exist.

Feng Shen dusted off his sleeve, tilting his head with a smirk:

"Was that supposed to put me at a disadvantage?"

No response…

"Well, since you’re still in shock, I might as well go all out…" Feng Shen said, his voice laced with even more amusement.

He began muttering incomprehensible words under his breath, his tone low and deliberate. The air around him grew dense, the weight of his presence pressing down on everything.

Then, without warning, Dark Qi began spilling from Feng Shen’s body.

Thick, suffocating tendrils of black energy slithered across the ground, spreading like an unstoppable tide.

The once-unstable earth beneath them cracked even more under the sheer pressure.

The atmosphere shifted — became heavy.

Feng Yuanyun’s breath hitched.

A sharp, suffocating tightness wrapped around his chest, his lungs suddenly struggling to draw air.

His insides twisted painfully, and his throat constricted as if unseen hands were choking the very life out of him.

"Wh—!?" Feng Yuanyun tried to speak, but the words never came.

His body refused to obey.

Feng Shen, his eyes still closed, ignored the sight of his father struggling.

More Dark Qi poured from him, seeping into the air, rising upward, expanding.

The sky itself darkened as the energy climbed higher, swallowing the sun.

The golden morning light vanished in an instant.

Day became night.

The only sound was the deep, suffocating hum of power reverberating through the air.

Then, Feng Shen’s eyes snapped open. His voice thundered through the darkness, shaking the very fabric of reality itself:

"ERASE!"