But it was useless.
"No!"
"We must send Father to the medical hall immediately!"
"His martial meridians are injured, his bones are shattered. This is an incurable disease, beyond the help of even a second-grade pill."
Chu Chen said anxiously, while carrying his father's corpse on his back.
He prepared to take it to the medical hall outside the city to seek treatment for Chu Tianyang's injuries.
However.
Just as Chu Chen took a few steps, a chilling voice echoed in his ears: "Trying to escape? Too late!"
Boom!
A sharp palm strike shot out, instantly severing Chu Chen's left arm!
Immediately after, another palm strike sent Chu Chen flying.
He crashed hard against the wall, smashing through a window and falling into the courtyard!
"Father, I was wrong, please spare me..."
Chu Chen struggled to get up, kneeling in the ruins.
"Chu Chen!"
"You killed my father, and now you dare to sneak away, trying to disrupt the foundation of my Chu family."
"You are truly insane and extremely wicked!"
"Since that is the case, then you shall be buried with your father today!"
Chu Tianyang's eyes gleamed with cold light.
Bang!
With a palm strike, he sent Chu Chen flying more than ten meters, crashing into the ruins, his life or death unknown.
"Heh heh, no match for me!"
"A mere good-for-nothing, yet he dares to covet power and usurp the throne? What a foolish delusion."
Chu Kuangren wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.
...
Thousands of meters away.
On top of an ancient, dilapidated pavilion.
Two young men in luxurious robes stood, looking down at the distant Chu Mansion with indifferent eyes.
These two were none other than Huangfu Longxuan and the Cloud Mist Saintess!
Beside the two of them.
Stood an old servant with white hair and beard, dressed in a grey robe.
Seeing Chu Chen's tragic state, the grey-robed old servant couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "Young Master, why must you bother with him?"
"I know you are worried that he will leak this matter to the Young Master, leading to the Young Master's displeasure, which is why you personally took action to kill him."
"But Young Master, you've forgotten. I have already investigated. Although Chu Kuangren is a congenital martial artist, his combat awareness and reaction speed are far inferior to ordinary people."
"Even if you acted, he probably wouldn't last five moves!"
The Cloud Mist Saintess nodded in agreement.
She strongly agreed with the grey-robed old servant's words.
After all, Chu Kuangren's combat experience was too shallow!
In her eyes, a fourth-rank Martial Lord, it was like a child fighting a grown man.
There was no suspense; the scales of victory had already tipped!
It was predictable that at the moment of Chu Kuangren's death, he would inevitably shout Chu Feng's name, exposing all the secrets.
However, the Cloud Mist Saintess did not stop him, but tacitly allowed Chu Kuangren to do so.
Firstly, she wanted to use Chu Kuangren's mouth to completely drag Chu Feng down.
Secondly, the Cloud Mist Saintess harbored a selfish motive, hoping to use Chu Kuangren's death to draw out Chu Chen and thus locate Chu Chen.
"Young Master, rest assured."
"I have already sent people to quietly monitor Chu Chen. As soon as that Chu Chen leaves the city, our men will intercept and kill him!"
The grey-robed old servant lowered his eyes and bowed to report.
"Good, very good!"
"If Chu Chen can be captured and killed, I can force him to reveal Chu Feng's true whereabouts."
The Cloud Mist Saintess's lips curved into a cruel arc.
Chu Chen was indeed her brother.
Equally foolish and naive, equally prone to fantasy!
Did she, the young master of the Cloud Mist Villa, need to compete for the position of family head with a good-for-nothing?
What a joke!
"Father."
"Son, I'm sorry for you. I will not fail your expectations. I will cultivate diligently and strive to reach the sixth stage of martial arts as soon as possible to avenge you!"
Chu Chen's eyes were filled with grief.
Then, he gritted his teeth and looked at the grey-robed old servant.
"Chu Haonan, you deserve to die!"
"My father was a hero all his life, he poured his heart and soul into the Chu family. What did you do? You colluded with Huangfu Longxuan and others to assassinate my father?"
Chu Chen roared with venom.
"Noisy."
"A mere ant, yet you dare to insult me? Die!"
Chu Haonan's eyes flickered.
The next moment.
Vast spiritual energy condensed, transforming into a large net in mid-air, enveloping Chu Chen.
Hum~
The void trembled.
This time, not only the void around Chu Chen distorted, but even the air within ten feet of him seemed to be sucked dry.
Crack! Crack!
The floor cracked, the houses collapsed!
Chu Chen's figure disappeared, trapped within the large net.
"This... this is the pressure of a third-rank Martial King!"
"No, run!"
Chu Chen shouted in horror, desperately trying to break free from the net's coverage.
However.
He had overestimated his own strength!
Pfft!
Blood splattered, Chu Chen was sent flying again, his chest caved in.
A large number of ribs were broken, and he spat blood from his mouth, finally falling at the entrance of the Chu family mansion, on the verge of death.
"Chu Chen!"
"I'll spare your life this time. Remember, do not attempt to escape."
"Otherwise, you will suffer torment a hundred times more painful than this!"
Chu Kuangren's expression was ferocious, like a devil.
After speaking, he left directly, paying no further attention to Chu Chen lying at the entrance.
"Hoo... hoo..."
Chu Chen lay on the ground, panting like an ox.
He felt like he was suffocating.
The feeling just now was as if he were in an abyss of mud, his throat choked, making it difficult to breathe.
"What to do..." "Can't escape anymore?"
"My strength is too weak!"
"I'm not reconciled, why me?"
Chu Chen closed his eyes in despair, tears streaming down his face.
At this moment.
Suddenly.
A figure appeared in his mind.
That person was... Chu Feng.
Someone he loathed to the extreme, someone he wished he could get rid of.
But, at the most dangerous moment.
Chu Feng had risked his life to save him!
Even if Chu Feng refused to admit it, even if he was still humiliating him!
But, in this world, there were still people who braved hardships and moved forward bravely!
Even at the cost of their lives, they would never retreat!
"Chu Feng."
"You owe me nothing!"
Chu Chen opened his eyes, a determined glint flashing in them!
Swish!
Suddenly, a sound of breaking wind echoed.
"Who!"
Chu Haonan turned his head sharply, looking towards the source of the sound.
"En?"
"Who are you?"
Chu Haonan narrowed his eyes, because the person emerging from the shadows was not Chu Chen, but a stranger young man!
"You're not Chu Chen?"
"No matter who you are, leave this place quickly! Otherwise, don't blame this young master for being ruthless and destroying your nine generations!"
Chu Haonan roared.
But Chu Feng seemed not to hear.
"Is this your father's遗物 (relic)?"
Chu Feng reached out and picked up the wooden key, his eyes lighting up slightly.
Chu Haonan's face changed drastically, and his anger surged!
"Damn bastard!"
"Give me back my father's relic!!"
Chu Haonan was furious.
But he did not act rashly.
Despite his angry roars, he remained cautious and rational.
"Father's relic?" Chu Feng looked up, as if he understood something.
"That's right."
"This wooden key is the only token left by my father, and it can only be passed down to the heir of the family head."
"Who are you, what do you want to do?"