"At worst, I, your father, will beco an outlaw. I’ve had enough of the Anxi Army; the world is vast—where can’t I find a place to hide?"
With a light heart, he no longer found the situation difficult.
"Brother Fang."
Turning around, Hundred Households Commander Kong looked at Fang Zheng:
"Song Kewang is ruthless. In his quest for this son, he has killed countless people, and now for forging a sword, he has lost all humanity."
"Regardless of whether the Evil Demon is to bla, I’m afraid none of us can escape this disaster..."
"He’s placed so secret art on his son. If anything happens, he’ll sense it imdiately, and our ti is running out."
"Oh!"
Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow:
"Are you saying that Song Kewang will co here, Brother Kong?"
"Of course." Hundred Households Commander Kong looked surprised:
"Brother Fang, do you still intend to resist?"
"To be honest, although I erged from being Song Kewang’s personal guard, I’m not sure of his cultivation base; he hides it very well."
Even without hiding his cultivation base, he is a Great Cycle Perfection Martial Artist, far beyond what we can handle.
"Hmm..."
Fang Zheng smiled faintly:
"What you don’t know, Brother Kong, is that here might be the most dangerous place in Gu’an County."
Hmm?
Everyone was surprised at his words and looked bewildered.
Not just Hundred Households Commander Kong, even Wu Hai, Liu Qinghuan, and the others couldn’t understand Fang Zheng’s aning—where was the danger in the Fang Mansion?
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Ren Mansion.
"Bang!"
Three dark shadows burst through the roof, leaping into the sky, where terrifying giant power collided, creating visible shockwaves.
"Copper Armor Corpse!"
Song Kewang landed, his hands trembling slightly:
"Good!"
"The Ren Family indeed has talent, to build their house on an extre Yin land, nurturing the zombies below with the convergence of Yin and Yang."
"To raise two Copper Armor Corpses over the years is no small feat!"
No wonder Gu’an County has frequently experienced unrest over the years; the Ren Family has remained unshaken due to these two Copper Armor Corpses.
Copper Armor Corpses, with Copper Skin and Iron Bone, comparable to the Leakless True Body; with them as a backing, how could re bandits or refugees shake the Ren Family’s foundation?
Unfortunately.
For the Ren Family, the Copper Armor Corpses were also too formidable, often needing to be suppressed and nurtured underground. They required the Ren Family’s blood to awaken and drive them when needed.
Just like now!
"You, Song!" soone shouted below:
"Even if the Ren Family is destroyed today, don’t think you can leave alive. Ancestors, act quickly and avenge my father!"
"Oh!"
Song Kewang raised an eyebrow:
"Are these two Copper Armor Corpses your Song Family ancestors?"
"Indeed!"
"Practicing the Celestial Corpse Skill, when alive they could guard the family, and after death, their bodies were refined and could also be driven to kill."
"If you had more Yin Energy here, given hundreds of years, you might have nurtured a zombie army."
"What a clever sche!"
"What cunning!"
He praised repeatedly, then changed the tone:
"But, unfortunately, you’ve encountered , Song Mou, and thus your Ren Family has this calamity!"
"Co, sword!"
The sword sheath behind him trembled lightly and suddenly shattered, releasing a streak of blood light that fell into Song Kewang’s hand as a red glow.
"Zheng!"
Sword Intent soared into the sky.
"Eternal!"
"Eternal!"
"What need have I, if I can remain for eternity?"
"Kill!"
Song Kewang’s eyes opened wide, murderous intent surged, and sword light danced like red ribbons, enveloping the two Copper Armor Corpses tightly.
"Puff!"
"Puff puff..."
The sword blade cut through the Copper Armor Corpses’ seemingly indestructible flesh, thick corpse energy turning to white smoke, enveloping both man and corpses in a cloud.
For a good while.
The white smoke dissipated.
Three figures stood in the center.
Song Kewang held his sword with one hand, looking stern; behind him, two figures wobbled before their heads fell and bodies collapsed heavily to the ground.
"Ancestors!"
The Ren Family mbers, faces despairing, cried out and charged.
"Hmph!"
Song Kewang snorted disdainfully, about to swing his sword, when his brow creased, eyes suddenly cold, and his body involuntarily trembled slightly.
"Who?"
"Who dares to kill... my son!"
He clenched his teeth, glaring, and his figure abruptly vanished, becoming a line of blood heading towards a certain place in the city.
"What happened?"
"Where is General Song going?"
Outside Ren Mansion.
The soldiers surrounding Ren Mansion looked at each other, with one turning their head, saying in a low voice:
"Lord Thousand Households, should we follow to see?"
Households Commander Ming raised his head, his eyes still tired, clearly not fully recovered.
The siege here is nearly over, and what’s next should be uneventful; sending so to follow wouldn’t be a problem.
He nodded, saying:
"Very well."
......
"Whether successful or not, this place is no longer safe to stay."
On the street not far from Fang Mansion, Fang Zheng spoke:
"Wu Hai, you take them to hide in Cien Temple. We have a kiln there; you’re familiar with the mountain path. Even if the Imperial Court soldiers search, it’s a good place to hide."
"Once the situation calms down, head to Zhaonan Prefecture."
"I’ll be waiting for you there."
"Master."
Wu Hai and the others looked up, their eyes warm.
"Brother Kong." Fang Zheng turned his head to Hundred Households Commander Kong:
"What are your plans?"
"Take it one step at a ti." Hundred Households Commander Kong lowered his head, subconsciously glancing at Jin Shu and the other woman, whispering:
"Miss Jin Shu, do you have sowhere to go?"
"Today’s events are mostly Jin Shu’s fault. If not for Lord Hundred Households and Young Master Fang, we might not have escaped unhard; we sisters are unfortunate souls." Jin Shu lowered her head:
"We plan to live sowhere else."
As for where, she did not say.
Hundred Households Commander Kong looked regretful.
He knew that this parting might be their final farewell.
"Hmm?"
Fang Zheng looked up:
"So soon?"
He thought for a mont, his figure flashed to a deserted rooftop, took out his surveillance device, glanced at it, and gently pressed the switch.
......
Fang Mansion.
Song Kewang’s transformation into blood light landed lightly, seeing the corpse of Young Master Song.
The body lay in the center of the hall, head tilted outward, lifeless eyes eting Song Kewang’s gaze.
"My son..."
Song Kewang shuddered, stumbled to Young Master Song’s side, bending down to embrace the body.
"My son!"
"Who killed..."
"Boom!"
Searing flas erupted from beneath, enveloping Fang Mansion in a devastating explosion, unleashing the power of mountain-splitting explosives.
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