842: Chapter 840: Zhao Family (Chapter 37) 842: Chapter 840: Zhao Family (Chapter 37) Swoosh!
Jian Yun watched Wuu Tianwu with an indifferent expression, pointing his longsword towards him from midair.
A fierce sword light burst towards Wuu Tianwu’s lower abdon Dantian.
Seeing the sword light sweeping towards him, Wuu Tianwu hastily dodged, while a powerful True Qi defensive barrier erupted around his body.
Swoosh!
Boom!
Jian Yun unleashed another sweeping strike.
The dazzling sword blow landed on Wuu Tianwu’s True Qi defense, shattering it instantly and causing Wuu Tianwu to spit blood repeatedly from the force of the impact.
Jian Yun’s figure flickered, appearing in front of Wuu Tianwu.
With a strike of his palm, he blasted directly into his opponent’s abdon, the terrifying power completely dispersing Wuu Tianwu’s Dantian.
Spurt!
Wuu Tianwu spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, collapsing to the ground with a pale, defeated expression and a look of despair and shock in his eyes as he gazed at Jian Yun.
“Let’s go, it’s boring!”
Xiao Yifeng said and was about to leave when he received a call from Tian Tu.
“What’s wrong?”
“Young Master, a bunch of guys just tried to take Miss Ye away, and I’ve taken care of them all.”
Tian Tu reported.
“Good, if anyone dares to do so, show no rcy.
Kill them all, without exception!”
Xiao Yifeng said with an icy tone.
After hanging up the phone, Xiao Yifeng’s eyes flashed with a terrifying chill as he stared at Wuu Tianwu.
“Pretty bold of you to even think about laying hands on Yashi.
It seems your Wu Family really thinks they own this world.”
Xiao Yifeng said, then with a wave of his hand, the Minghong Blade appeared in his grasp, sweeping out in a slash.
Aaahhh!!!
Wuu Tianwu let out a terribly agonized scream, one of his arms severed by a swing of Xiao Yifeng’s blade, blood spurting from the severed limb.
“This is a little lesson for your Wu Family.
If you want revenge, co at .
Touch anyone by my side, and you’ll have no one to bla but yourselves for my lack of courtesy.”
Xiao Yifeng said, then put away the Minghong Blade and left the place.
Wuu Tianwu lay there with a face full of despair and pain, likely never imagining that he, the esteed second elder of the Wu Family, a master at the Great Perfection Realm of Condensing Qi, would et such a tragic end.
After leaving the place, Xiao Yifeng got in touch with Song Chenbo.
“Hey, Brother Xiao, I was just trying to contact you.
Did you really kill Young Master Wu Fei of the Wu Family?”
Song Chenbo eagerly asked.
“Mhm.”
Xiao Yifeng replied.
“Holy shit, you’re that badass?
Even daring to kill the untouchable Crown Prince of Yanjing, soone no one would dare to touch, not even mbers of the other seven major clans.
You just went and did it, you’re seriously my idol!”
Song Chenbo exclaid in admiration.
“Alright, enough of that.
How’s Yuanzhi?”
Xiao Yifeng asked.
He had contacted Song Chenbo to inquire about Zhao Yuanzhi’s condition, as in their previous encounter at Facility Number Seven, the man had lost an arm to a chanical being, and Xiao Yifeng was concerned about his state.
“He’s okay, but…”
Song Chenbo’s tone suddenly turned heavy and sorrowful.
“But what?”
Xiao Yifeng pressed urgently.
“Because he’s missing an arm, the higher-ups have arranged for him to leave the Dragon Thorn.
Now he’s just staying at ho, drowning his sorrows in alcohol, quite depressed!”
Song Chenbo said with a grave voice.
Xiao Yifeng’s gaze flickered as he said, “Take to have a look.”
Sowhere in Yanjing, there was a sowhat secluded residence, belonging to the Zhao family, the ho of Zhao Yuanzhi.
The Zhao Clan was once considered a second-tier family within Yanjing, with a na that stood for sothing in the city.
However, in recent years the family had been in decline, now barely holding on to any influence or standing in Yanjing, categorized as a third-tier presence.
“This here is the Zhao family!”
Song Chenbo, leading Xiao Yifeng, went straight into the Zhao residence.
“You useless trash, what else do you know besides drinking all day long?
You’re a total disgrace to the Zhao family.
Why didn’t you just die abroad?
At least then you could have died for your country and won a dal to bring glory to the Zhao family.”
As the two of them entered the Zhao residence, they were greeted with a barrage of angry scolding.
Xiao Yifeng’s gaze swept over the scene and spotted Zhao Yuanzhi sitting in a distant pavilion, continuously downing bottle after bottle of alcohol, his face flushed red.
Only half of his right arm remained, the sleeve fluttering in the wind.
Standing next to Zhao Yuanzhi was a middle-aged man with a square face, dark complexion, and eyes filled with furious condemnation directed at Zhao Yuanzhi.
“Who is he?”
Xiao Yifeng couldn’t help but ask Song Chenbo as he observed the middle-aged man.
“He’s called Zhao Guodong, the madman’s father.
He’s never thought highly of him, mainly because the madman has an older brother who is twenty-eight this year and possesses the strength of the Qi Condensation Realm, having beco a mber of the Dragon Soul Purple Dragon Guard.”
“His father has always been very fond of his older brother, believing that the Zhao family’s resurgence hinges on him.
In the past two years, since the madman joined the Dragon Thorn, his strength has grown rapidly.”
“So his father has sowhat changed his view of the madman.
But with the current turn of events, his father is furious, constantly berating the madman.
Ah…”
Song Chenbo sighed deeply as he spoke.
“I originally thought you had the potential to reach the sa level as your brother and that the Zhao family could rise to prominence with you two brothers.
Now you’ve beco a disabled waste and even left the Dragon Thorn, spending your days drinking.
You’ve utterly disappointed , unfit to be a mber of the Zhao family.”
Zhao Guodong, staring at Zhao Yuanzhi, didn’t stop his tirade and, in a burst of anger, even attempted to strike Zhao Yuanzhi—only to be caught by Xiao Yifeng.
“Who are you?
Let go of !”
Zhao Guodong, taken aback by Xiao Yifeng, demanded sharply.
With a wave of his hand, Xiao Yifeng made Zhao Guodong stagger back repeatedly.
“Even though he’s your son, he isn’t your servant, to suffer your abuse and be struck by you at will.
Do you even deserve to be called a father?”
Xiao Yifeng scolded him unabashedly.
“How did you two get here?”
Zhao Yuanzhi, looking towards Xiao Yifeng and Song Chenbo, offered a wry smile.
“Madman, snap out of it.
It’s just a lost arm—you haven’t been stripped of your martial skills.
Don’t be so dejected!”
Song Chenbo spoke to Zhao Yuanzhi.
“Kid, who do you think you are, daring to lecture my father!”
A fierce reprimand sounded as a man with a buzz cut, dressed in a black suit and bearing a purple dragon mark emblem, approached with an arrogant expression, eyeing Xiao Yifeng coldly.
“That’s the madman’s brother, Zhao Yuanxing.”
Song Chenbo whispered at Xiao Yifeng’s side.
“Father, are you alright?”
Zhao Yuanxing walked over to Zhao Guodong’s side and asked.
“I’m fine.”
Zhao Guodong shook his head.
“Little brother, look at the kind of friends you keep.
Not only do they assault our father, but they also have the audacity to lecture him.
Absolute trash!”
Zhao Yuanxing spoke coldly with disdain.
“Hey, Zhao Yuanxing, who are you calling trash?”
Song Chenbo looked resentfully at Zhao Yuanxing.
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