hing but flesh and blood!At this moment, Fang Yu remembered an even earlier encounter. He had met a martial artist at Lo Xi's bar who had taken pills and become violent.After he killed the martial art...The Bald Man originally had several underlings with him.

But after seeing Fang Yu's abilities, those subordinates didn't dare to step forward anymore.

The bald man was still begging for mercy, but Fang Yu suddenly raised his foot and kicked him in the chin.

"Bang!"

The bald man let out a scream, his whole body flying through the air before crashing to the ground. Blood gushed from his mouth as he passed out.

Fang Yu looked down at Li Zhengrong from above, raised his foot, and said, "Last time you sent gunmen to kill me, they failed. Now, it's my turn to kill you."

Li Zhengrong's eyes widened, filled with fear.

Fang Yu's foot landed!

"Click!"

A chilling sound of bone cracking echoed through the air, and Li Zhengrong spat out a large mouthful of blood, falling completely still.

One of the strongest forces in Jianghai City, Li Zhengrong, is dead!

The martial arts hall was still eerily quiet.

Everyone stared at Fang Yu, their faces pale, their eyes filled with fear.

This young man is truly terrifying.

……

Fang Yu left the underground martial arts arena under the gaze of everyone.

He didn't get into Li Xiaomo's car, but chose to walk home instead.

He needs to think about some things.

……

Long ago, the sect Fang Yu belonged to was called Tiandao Sect.

Fang Yu was taken into the sect by his master when he was fifteen and never left Tiandao Gate after that.

The Heaven's Path Sect isn't a very large sect, with only around five hundred disciples.

Fang Yu's master is the headmaster of Tiandao Sect.

After a thousand years of cultivation, Fang Yu's master successfully crossed the tribulation and ascended to immortality.

Before leaving, the Master handed over the position of Headmaster to Lin Daochin, Fang Yu's senior brother.

After another thousand or two hundred years, Lin Daocheng also successfully crossed the tribulation.

Before leaving, Lin Daochin handed the position of headmaster to Fang Yu and instructed him to take good care of the five hundred disciples in the sect.

Fang Yu didn't want to be the headmaster, but he was the most senior member of Tiandao Sect at that time.

More than a century has passed.

One year, something happened.

A group of female disciples from the Heaven's Path Sect, who had joined the sect less than five years ago and were around fifteen years old, encountered disciples from the Purple Flame Palace while out on a training journey.

This group of female disciples and the elder who led them on their training journey were almost all raped and murdered. Their bodies were dumped in a desolate wilderness and incinerated to ashes by disciples of the Ziyan Palace using a secret technique.

The only female disciple who escaped returned to the Heavenly Dao Sect and told Fang Yu about this.

Fang Yu carried a long sword and stormed into Ziyan Palace, killing ten elders and over fifty disciples of Ziyan Palace. He seriously injured the master of Ziyan Palace.

If he hadn't been stopped by people from the so-called righteous alliance, Fang Yu could have destroyed Ziyangu Palace that day!

That was also, to date, the last thing Fang Yu regretted.

If he could destroy the Ziyian Palace before members of the Righteous Path Alliance arrived, none of this would have happened.

Later, because the Ziyangu Palace refused to admit that their disciple had done that thing, and the evidence had been destroyed by them, not even a corpse was left.

Thus, the charges against Ziyan Palace were dropped, while Fang Yu, who had killed many disciples of Ziyan Palace, was found guilty and imprisoned in the mountain prison for two hundred years.

Before going to prison, Fang Yu entrusted a friend to look after the Tiandao Sect for him.

This friend is just like a woman resembling the goddess Ji Ru Mei.

Over the past two hundred years, there have been conflicts between schools of thought.

The headmaster of Ziyangu Palace had always harbored resentment towards Fang Yu. Seizing the opportunity when Fang Yu was away and the cultivation world was in chaos again, he led a group of disciples to storm Tian Dao Men.

The disciples of Tiandao Sect were never numerous, and their overall strength was far inferior to that of Ziyan Palace.

Overnight, the entire sky above Tiandao Gate was filled with purple flames. Not a single disciple of Tiandao Gate survived.

Fang Yu's friend, that woman, died in this battle in order to fulfill Fang Yu's commission.

After Fang Yu came out of the mountain prison, he returned to Tiandao Sect, only to see a wasteland, devoid of any life.

Thus, he once again stormed the Ziyan Palace.

This time, no one dared to stop him.

Fang Yu killed in the Purple Flame Palace for seven days and seven nights, not letting anyone go. He even forced out all of the Purple Flame Palace's elders.

Fang Yu, wounded but determined, fought the Grand Elder for thousands of rounds. In the end, he beheaded the Grand Elder.

But it's too late.

……

Recalling this memory, Fang Yu could only feel anger rising within him.

Especially after finding out today that the Ziyangu Palace still had descendants, his rage was almost uncontrollable.

He must find and kill every single descendant of the Ziyan Palace!

Under the cover of night, Fang Yu's eyes were icy cold.

……

Nandu, Zhengjia.

Zheng Xiucheng sat in the study, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking at Yang Yinzhu before him.

Yang Yin's bamboo face was a little haggard, her eye circles slightly red and swollen.

But before meeting Zheng Xiucheng, she had put on makeup. So her face still looked alluring and cold, flawless.

"Yang Yin Zhu Miss, I'm very sorry to hear about your brother. But if you want me to deal with Fang Yu, frankly speaking, dealing with Fang Yu wouldn't bring me much benefit." Zheng Xiucheng said with a smile and a gentle tone.

"Young Master Zheng, my brother and you are such good friends…" Yang Yinzhu said with a slight change in her expression.

Zheng Xiuchen waved his hand and said, "Indeed, I consider your brother a friend. But in this world today, friendship alone isn't enough. For anything I do, I need a reason. And feelings don't count as a reason for me."

Yang Yinzhū bit her lip.

She had long heard that Young Master Zheng was an extremely demanding person with a rather cold personality.

Now that I see it, it's true.

"Young Master Zheng, if you agree to my request, I can make the Yang family a vassal family of the Zheng family, giving the Zheng family 15% of their annual profits." Yang Yinzhu gritted her teeth and said.

Making the Yang family become a vassal of another family would be an extremely difficult decision for someone as proud and ambitious as Yang Yinzhu.

But she had no other choice.

After Yang Jian was crippled by Fang Yu, the Yang family was on the verge of collapse.

As the homeowner, Yang Shaorong, is now in a hysterical state and can't possibly control the situation.

The Yang family is now leaderless, with all work at a standstill.

Only Yang Yinzhu's return can stabilize the army's morale.

But Yang Yinzhu dared not go back, she knew Fang Yu would not let her off easily.

Now that time is pressing, Yang Yinzhu has no other choice but to entice Zheng's aid with immense profits.

"Fifteen percent... I'm afraid that's not enough. Our Zheng family has many affiliated families, and they contribute at least twenty-five percent of their profits each year." Zheng Xiuchen smiled slightly and said.

25%!

He's asking for an exorbitant amount!

Moreover, Zheng Xiuchen's use of the word tribute deeply wounded Yang Yinzhu's pride.

Yang Yinzhu's face was grim, she bit her red lips tightly, feeling deeply frustrated inside.

"Of course, considering Miss Yang's presence, I can offer a discount. Your Yang family only needs to contribute twenty percent of the profits." Zheng Xiuchen looked at Yang Yinzhu, his eyes burning with an undeniable passion.

Seeing Zheng Xiuchen's eyes, Yang Yinzhu immediately understood his meaning.

Yang Yinzhu stood still, clenching her fists, her breaths growing heavier and faster.

She has always been a proud person, from childhood to adulthood. She has always thought of herself as very intelligent and superior in IQ.

That's true, from childhood to adulthood, she hadn't faced too many setbacks. She succeeded in everything she did. After taking over the Yang family business, she even raised the overall level of the Yang family within just a few years.

Since meeting Fang Yu... everything has changed.

Yang Yin Zhu has been failing, failing all the time!

Her self-proclaimed perfect plans were always ruined by Fang Yu!

Her younger brother was beaten into a vegetable, her older brother lost his right hand, and his cultivation base was abolished!

Fang Yu, is her nightmare.

Must get rid of Fang Yu!

As long as she gets rid of Fang Yu, she believes that she can get back on track and once again bring the Yang family soaring to new heights!

"Ms. Yang, I can give you some time to think about it. You can go back first..." Zheng Xiucheng's words were cut short, and his eyes changed.

Only to see Yang Yinzhu had already lifted her head, expressionless.

She placed her hands on the buttons of her shirt, began to unbutton it, and slowly walked towards Zheng Xiucheng.

When Yang Yinzhu reached Zheng Xiucheng, she was completely naked.

Zheng Xiucheng looked at Yang Yinzhu before him, the corner of his mouth curled up, revealing a sinister smile, and reached out to embrace Yang Yinzhu...

……

Jianghai City Central Hospital, Intensive Care Unit.

Yang Jian is still lying in bed, in a coma.

The medical report shows that Yang Jian suffered from excessive blood loss and multiple serious injuries. He is highly likely to never regain consciousness and is in a state of brain death, which is commonly known as a vegetative state.

Yang Shaorong sat by the bedside, looking haggard and withered. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hair had turned nearly white overnight.

He only has two sons, but now both sons have become vegetative.

Yang Shaorong was clutching his hair, and his whole body was in a state of frenzy.

His heart was broken beyond repair, he didn't even want to live anymore.

"Bang bang bang."

Just then, the door to the ward was knocked on.

Yang Shaorong raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, “Come in.”

The door swung open, and a tall, powerfully built man in black martial robes strode in.

He walked straight to the bedside and reached out to grasp Yang Jian's left arm.

"Who are you What do you want" Yang Shaorong's face changed, he asked.

The man ignored Yang Shaorong, grabbing Yang Jian's arm and his hand flashed with a brilliant golden light.

After a moment, he let go of Yang Jian's hand and looked at Yang Shaorong, his eyes cold. He said, "I will avenge Yang Jian."time, they truly deserved it. They actually dared to block our way... The Silkworm Tribe is smart enough. Since losing twice before, they haven't even tried to lay claim to that ancestral land again.....