The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 220 - 216: Fortune Arrives at This Time, Longevity Till Today!

Old Madam Qin, dressed in an opulent, bright red Tang suit, trembled violently as the coffin crashed down. Immediately, her previously jubilant face turned ashen.

She shivered and tried to stand up from her wheelchair, nearly stumbling and falling. Fortunately, the quick-reacting Qin Jun spun around and held her tightly. "Mom, Mom, let’s go back inside! Let’s go!" he said frantically. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Let go of me! Let go!" Although she needed a wheelchair to get around, Old Madam Qin’s hands were still strong. After settling back into her wheelchair, she threw off Qin Jun’s arm and roared, "None of you are to stop me!"

Under the matriarch’s awe-inspiring command, the members of the Qin family trembled and froze in stunned silence. Stretching out a trembling hand, Old Madam Qin maneuvered her wheelchair around in front of Qin Jun. Upon seeing Qin Fan’s face clearly, she completely disregarded her image, pointed a fierce finger at him, and shrieked like a complete shrew, "You little bastard! It’s really you!"

"Old Madam Qin," Qin Fan began coldly, a slight smile on his face as he met her hate-filled gaze. He clasped his hands and gave a small bow. "I ask you, are you pleased with this gift? Would you like to lie down and see if it fits? Don’t worry, you’ll be able to use it very soon—in less than half an hour, I’d say. Allow me, the outcast of the Qin family, to wish you this: may your fortune end at this moment, and your life end on this day!"

May your fortune end at this moment? And your life on this day?

Hearing these utterly malicious words, the guests at the birthday celebration widened their eyes in a collective, reflexive shock. She was an elderly matriarch, a grandmother. How could Qin Fan, a mere teenager, say such a thing? But then again, he had already sent a coffin crashing into the party. What were a few venomous words in comparison?

The local dignitaries from Jiangzhou who knew the history between them were not as shocked. For the outsiders who were unaware of that old, bitter debt, however, they could only wonder just how deep the hatred must run to provoke such an act.

"You... you... you little bastard!" Provoked by Qin Fan’s words, Old Madam Qin clutched at her chest, her features twisting as if they were being physically churned.

Seeing Old Madam Qin’s pained expression, numerous Qin relatives cried out in alarm.

"Mom!"

"Grandma!"

"What? Want to try it out now? Fine! I’ll open it for you!" Qin Fan sneered. As the words left his lips, he shot forward from his spot like an arrow loosed from a bow, streaking toward the dais like a meteor. As the Qin family cried out in alarm, he had already appeared on the birthday stage.

He slammed his palm down on one end of the coffin lid.

CRACK!

The heavy red lid was sent flying.

"You little bastard! I’ll kill you!" At that moment, the Two Prides of the Qin Family, both men around the same age as Qin Fan’s father, let out a piercing shriek. They lunged at Qin Fan, fingers crooked like claws.

"Get lost!" There was no hiding the viciousness in Qin Fan’s sneer as he swept his hands back in a reverse motion, slapping them both across the face.

SLAP! SLAP!

A pair of sickeningly crisp cracks echoed through the hall. The two men, who always carried themselves with an air of proud aloofness, were sent flying from the birthday stage by the force of the blows. They spat out mouthfuls of blood and shattered teeth as they crashed heavily onto the banquet tables below.

"You... you... you...!" The pain on Old Madam Qin’s face intensified. Trembling, her voice was so weak it sounded as if she could expire at any moment. She could only point a shaking finger at Qin Fan, unable to form another word.

"What about me?" Qin Fan shot back. "After living so long, have you learned that retribution is only a matter of time? When you tortured my grandmother to death, did you never imagine a day like this would come?"

In his past life, Qin Fan had only learned the true circumstances of his grandmother’s death after his parents were imprisoned. But what could he have done back then? Revenge was a distant dream; he couldn’t even get near a member of the Qin family without being beaten half to death. He had even considered strapping explosives to his chest and taking the entire Qin family with him, but he could never get close enough. How could he take them all to hell if he couldn’t even reach them? Now, in this life, he had returned with supreme power. As he spoke of those old debts, his eyes burned crimson, blazing with boundless hatred and fury.

"You bastard! I should never have allowed your wretched family to continue living in this world!" Whether from confusion or a complete loss of reason, Old Madam Qin’s features became even more distorted. Her expression growing more pained, she cast aside all restraint and spat out the vicious words for all to hear.

"Too bad there are no ’ifs’ in life, isn’t that right? HAHA!" A malevolent energy surged within him, and his reddened eyes began to flash with a faint golden light as he laughed wildly.

"Someone, kill him! Kill... kill... kill him!" Old Madam Qin gasped for breath, shouting through the excruciating, heart-clutching pain.

"Kill me? With this trash you call the Qin family? Your precious grandsons, Qin Shuai and Qin Feng, are lying half-dead in a hospital right now. Your own brother’s grandson is now a lonely ghost wandering the foot of Yandang Mountain. All your Qin family can do is cower in fear. Why don’t you turn around and ask any of them? Ask them if they have the guts to kill me!"

With his centuries of mental discipline, Qin Fan wouldn’t normally express himself in such a manner. But when faced with the Qin family—the very people who had once driven him to the brink of despair—even he was pushed to extremes.

"Qin Fan, from this day forward, the Qin family and you are mortal enemies!" Nearby, Qin Jun’s rage and hatred exploded. He shrieked hysterically, his fists clenched so tight that his fingernails dug into his palms, drawing blood that dripped to the floor, unnoticed.

"Kneel and tell me how you’ll be my mortal enemy," Qin Fan said with a grim smile. As he spoke, he lashed out with a swift kick aimed at Qin Jun’s knees.

CRACK!

With a sickening crunch, the renowned Second Master Qin of Lingnan, famous throughout Huaxia, had no time to react. The kick forced him to his knees, slamming him down in front of Qin Fan.

That sickening, bone-chilling sound made everyone in the crowd tremble all over again.

Was that... the sound of a kneecap shattering?

"AHHH!"

The raw scream tore from Qin Jun’s throat. Beads of cold sweat instantly popped out on his forehead, and his ashen face was a mask of pure agony.

"Tell me," Qin Fan sneered, grabbing a fistful of Qin Jun’s hair and yanking his head up. Licking his lips, he continued, "How will you be my mortal enemy? What gives your Qin family the right to be my mortal enemy? Right now, you’re just a dog. Your entire Qin family is nothing but dogs howling at my feet. Understand?"

SPURT!

Overwhelmed by one shock after another, Old Madam Qin could finally bear it no longer. Clutching her chest with both hands, she violently coughed up a mouthful of Essence Blood. The crimson spray splattered all over her magnificent, auspiciously red Tang suit.