"Hahaha, if you weren't biased, do you think I would do this? All of this is your own doing," Zhang Yanwu said with a tragic smile.
"You evil spawn! Why did Father not let you be the Family Head? It's because you are narrow-minded. Under your leadership, the Family would only go astray. And Jincheng was the first choice for Family Head. Back then, Jincheng didn't want to be the Family Head either; Father spent a lot of effort to get him to take on this burden. But Father regrets so much not listening to Jincheng's words and paying more attention to your movements. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let a wolf-hearted, dog-lunged thief like you plot against your own brother," Zhang Yaobang said, his old tears streaming down.
Zhang Yaobang's appearance was like a heavy bomb falling.
At this moment, all the disciples of the Zhang Family finally understood what was happening. They whispered to each other.
"I was wondering how the Supreme Elder could suddenly go into death seclusion and not appear for such a long time. So he was plotted against," a Zhang Family disciple suddenly realized.
"It's too terrifying. The current Family Head plotted against the former Family Head. Zhang Yanwu is too shameless. How can we have such a Family Head? The former Family Head was better; he was fair in everything he did. At that time, the Family was thriving. Unlike after Zhang Yanwu became the Family Head, the Family's strength has been declining day by day."
Zhang Yaobang slowly walked towards Zhang Yanwu, a terrifying pressure locking onto him. Although Zhang Yanwu was at the ninth level of Martial Master, Zhang Yaobang was a Great Martial Master. His cultivation was far superior to his. He naturally knew he was no match for his Father.
Zhang Yanwu kicked the ground, his body darting forward, and he shot towards the distance.
"Come back here!"
Zhang Yaobang roared and grabbed with his hand.
Zhang Yanwu, who had shot up into the air, suddenly felt an invisible force coming from behind him, twisting him back from the void.
With a "thud," Zhang Yanwu cried out and fell to the ground.
"Pfft!"
Zhang Yanwu couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Looking at Zhang Yaobang, he cried out in fear, "Father, are you really going to kill me? I'm your son! You can't do this to me!"
Zhang Yaobang looked at Zhang Yanwu's pleading eyes, and finally felt a little unbearable. He sighed and said, "Yanwu, without rules, there can be no order. You have done something wrong, and you must eventually bear the responsibility. However, Father will not kill you. But I will cripple your cultivation."
"No..." Zhang Yanwu screamed in fear.
For cultivators, cultivation is their lifeblood. If their cultivation is crippled, it's no different from killing them.
"Bang!"
Zhang Yaobang shattered Zhang Yanwu's Dantian with a palm strike.
Zhang Yanwu cried out miserably, his expression blank. His whole person seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant.
As the former Family Head of the Zhang Family, Zhang Yanwu's cultivation was just crippled like that.
Ning Xue stood beside Zhang Hao, but she said with slight dissatisfaction, "Why didn't you kill him? This person is so bad!"
Zhang Hao shook his head and didn't speak.
"Grandpa!"
Zhang Hao walked to Zhang Yaobang's side.
"Good grandson, Grandpa is sorry for you," Zhang Yaobang looked at Zhang Hao, his eyes filled with relief and a trace of guilt.
"You won't blame Grandpa's way of handling things, will you?" Zhang Yaobang looked at Zhang Hao and sighed, his expression apologetic.
Zhang Hao shook his head and said, "Grandpa, Zhang Hao doesn't blame you. After all, he is my Uncle. Zhang Hao can understand Grandpa's way of handling things."
Zhang Yaobang looked at Zhang Hao and finally showed a smile, saying, "Zhang Hao, I'm happy that you can understand."
Zhang Hao said indifferently to Zhang Yanwu, "Zhang Yanwu, since Grandpa has spared you, I will not pursue this further. I hope you will behave yourself and not do anything that harms the Family's interests again."
Zhang Yanwu gave a tragic smile, looked at Zhang Hao, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Zhang Hao. You killed Kuanglong. I can't avenge this, but that doesn't mean no one will. I'll be waiting for you underground..."
After speaking, Zhang Yanwu's mouth moved, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Zhang Hao knew that Zhang Yanwu had bitten his tongue to commit suicide. As the former Family Head of the Zhang Family, Zhang Yanwu also had his dignity and would never allow himself to live in humiliation after losing his cultivation.
"A tragedy!"
Zhang Yaobang closed his eyes, his old tears streaming down.
Although Zhang Yanwu was wrong in every way, he was still his son. At this moment, seeing Zhang Yanwu's tragic state, he naturally felt immense sadness.
"Hehehe... How exciting!"
A cold voice came from the void.
Zhang Yaobang's expression changed drastically, and he was fully alert. As a Great Martial Master, he could naturally sense that this person's cultivation was extremely terrifying.
"Please show yourself, Senior!" Zhang Yaobang said respectfully.
Figures flickered, and a figure floated in front of Zhang Hao and the others, emitting a terrifying pressure. This person was about sixty years old, with a thin face and eyes as sharp as knives.
Zhang Hao, Zhang Yaobang, and others felt a mountain-like pressure on their shoulders.
"Martial King!"
Zhang Yaobang was shocked. This person could float in the void, meaning his cultivation was at least at the Martial King level. A Martial King was an existence that surpassed the Great Martial Master level! There wasn't even a single Martial King in the entire Watt Country.
"Greetings, Senior!" Zhang Yaobang's proud demeanor vanished completely at this moment, and he quickly stepped forward to salute.
Zhang Hao frowned slightly. He had recognized that this Martial King was none other than Gu Long, the Deputy Dean of Tianba Academy. If Gu Long intervened to avenge his Registered Disciple, perhaps he was truly doomed. No matter how much he could challenge those above his level, facing a Martial King, he was self-aware. The other party could probably kill him with a single breath.
"Zhang Yaobang, although Zhang Yanwu is the Father of my Registered Disciple, it's not my place to interfere with you cleaning up your Family. But Zhang Kuanglong is my Registered Disciple after all, and your good grandson killed him, so I must intervene. Don't you agree?" Gu Long smiled faintly, his tone allowing no room for doubt.
"Senior, although Zhang Hao killed Kuanglong, it was Kuanglong's own fault, and in a fight, fists and feet have no eyes. I hope Senior will see clearly!" Zhang Yaobang quickly said.
"Are you questioning me?" Gu Long snorted coldly.
"Pfft!" Zhang Yaobang spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Grandpa!"
Zhang Hao was shocked. With Grandpa's cultivation as a Great Martial Master, facing a Martial King, he was completely powerless. The other party just snorted coldly and injured Grandpa.
"Senior Feiyun, I am naturally willing to take responsibility for killing Zhang Kuanglong. But as you know, given his actions, it was not excessive for me to kill him. As the renowned Deputy Dean of Tianba Academy, I presume you would not bully the young and blame a Junior, would you?" Zhang Hao suppressed his anger and spoke eloquently.
"Hmph, I knew you were eloquent, kid. However, I won't bully the young either. How about this, as long as you can take three of my palm strikes, after three strikes, regardless of whether you live or die, I will no longer trouble you?" Gu Long looked at Zhang Hao and said playfully.
"Senior, as a Martial King, let alone three palm strikes, I couldn't even take one, let alone Zhang Hao. Please be merciful and spare Zhang Hao!" Zhang Yaobang immediately knelt down and pleaded.
"Grandpa, get up. You don't need to beg him!" Zhang Hao said in a deep voice.
Zhang Yaobang ignored Zhang Hao and just looked at Gu Long.
"Hmph, you only have two choices. One, let Zhang Hao take three of my palm strikes. Two, die!" Gu Long floated in the air, expressionless, radiating Killing Intent.
