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"Father!"
Gun Wushuang felt an overwhelming disbelief; he could never have imagined that his once formidable father would fall right before his eyes.
"Run!"
The disciples of the God Gun Sect, upon witnessing Gun Invincible's death, immediately fell into chaos, scrambling and rushing to escape.
"No... I don't want to die..." Gun Wushuang stared at the fading image before him, gasping in shock. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head, and a trickle of blood flowed down from his scalp, after which he lost all consciousness.
"Young Master Wang, I thank you for your assistance." Yang Gang loosened his grip, and Gun Wushuang's body slid to the ground, staining the earth with blood.
"Consider this as me owing you a favor from the Golden Blade Merchant Association. From now on, we are even," Wang Yi replied calmly.
"Regardless, I still want to thank Young Master Wang. If there is anything in the future, the Golden Blade Merchant Association will not delay," Yang Gang said with a hint of gratitude on his face. After a pause, he continued, "Young Master Wang, with Gun Invincible and his son dead, our Golden Blade Merchant Association has suffered heavy losses. The morale is unstable. I will go handle matters now. If you have any instructions for me, please feel free to let me know."
"In that case, President Yang, you should go handle your important matters," Wang Yi nodded in agreement.
Yang Gang and his son then took their leave from Wang Yi.
Wang Yi knew that with Gun Invincible's father and son now dead, the God Gun Sect would surely descend into chaos, which presented a great opportunity for the Golden Blade Merchant Association to expand its power.
After pondering for a moment, Wang Yi returned to his room.
Wang Yi realized that while his strength had recovered at this moment, facing someone as formidable as Zhou Yan was still beyond his capability; he could not afford to relax with such a strong enemy nearby.
"The Mysterious Realm—once I break through to the Mysterious Realm, I won't fear the Xiangcheng Zhou Family," Wang Yi said with determination in his eyes as he gazed out at the clear sky.
However, at this moment, breaking through to the Mysterious Realm was quite challenging for Wang Yi. After all, the Mysterious Realm was recognized as a realm of powerful beings in the Cultivation World; those who reached it could externalize Vital Energy and transform it into armor—extremely formidable. A Transcendent Realm Expert signified the birth of a third-tier force.
"I am currently at Xuanjing Eightfold, just one step away from the Mysterious Realm. Zhou Yan and Zhao Ren, just wait; I, Wang Yi, will return everything you have given me," Wang Yi's voice suddenly turned cold as his gaze hardened significantly...
Xiangcheng Zhou Family.
“!”
“Waste, with so many people looking for an injured person, they still can't find him. They are all Waste.” Zhou Yan waved his hand violently, shattering the teacup on the table, and shouted angrily. He had already witnessed the terror of Wang Yi. At just twenty years old, he possessed such strength; what about when he turns thirty? Forty? How powerful would he become?
“This person must not be left alive; we must find him.” Zhou Yan coldly looked at the leader of the Blood-Clothed Guards and said, “You will go find him immediately. Even if you have to search the entire Song Kingdom, you must locate him and kill him without mercy.”
“Yes.” The leader of the Blood-Clothed Guards respectfully bowed and then turned to leave.
“Father, do not worry. That Wang Yi is severely injured and cannot run far; we will definitely be able to find him.” Zhou Yu stood up and said.
“Hmph, that Wang Yi is exceptionally talented; he is truly a rare cultivation genius in our Song Kingdom in fifty years. If given time, it is not impossible for him to become a peerless powerhouse like the Top Ten Powerhouses of the Great Song. However, now that our Zhou family has made an enemy of him, he cannot be left alive. He must be killed; otherwise, it will be the downfall of our Zhou family.” Zhou Yan said coldly.
“Father, you are overestimating him. Although he has talent, it is impossible for him to become a Transcendent Realm Expert. Moreover, he has offended our Zhou family; what chance does he have?” A hint of disdain appeared on Zhou Yu's lips as he said lightly, “Besides, his uncle is a Breakthrough Expert. Does he really think he can destroy our Zhou family? That is simply a delusion.”
“You are right; as long as your second uncle is here, this Xiangzhou Prefecture will still be under our Zhou family's control.” Zhou Yan smiled.
At that moment, a Blood-Clothed Guards rushed in urgently.
“Why are you so flustered?” Zhou Yan frowned and asked.
“Reporting to the family, the person in charge of Yuncheng has come to report that they have discovered Wang Yi's whereabouts. He is currently at the Golden Blade Merchant Association in Yuncheng.” The Blood-Clothed Guards replied respectfully.
“What? Yuncheng?”
“He's in Yuncheng?”
Both Zhou Yan and Zhou Yu were taken aback at the same time and then filled with joy.
"Someone, immediately go to Yuncheng. This time, we must kill him to eliminate future troubles," Zhou Yan said coldly, waving his hand.
"Yes!"
"Young Master Wang, have you really decided to leave Yuncheng today?" Yang Gang asked.
"That's right. I believe President Yang should know that the Zhou family is currently searching for me everywhere. If they find out that the Golden Blade Merchant Association has sheltered me, I fear it will bring unnecessary trouble to the Golden Blade Merchant Association. Therefore, I have decided to leave today. Besides, my strength has already recovered, and I have the ability to protect myself, so there is no need for me to stay here," Wang Yi replied calmly.
"This..." Yang Gang's expression showed difficulty. Although the Golden Blade Merchant Association could dominate in Yuncheng, before the Zhou family, one of the Three Great Families in Xiangzhou Prefecture, it was as weak as an ant that could be easily crushed.
"Alright, President Yang, you don't need to say more. My mind is made up. Farewell," Wang Yi said with a fist salute.
"Take care, Brother Wang," Yang Jun said with cupped hands.
"Then may I ask what your plans are after leaving Yuncheng, Young Master Wang?" Yang Gang feigned concern as a strange look flashed in his eyes.
"I don't have any specific plans at the moment; I can only take it one step at a time and avoid the Zhou family's eyes and ears. What about you, President Yang?" Wang Yi smiled, narrowing his eyes slightly as he stared at Yang Gang without moving.
Although his gaze seemed ordinary, it struck Yang Gang like a jolt of electricity. He staggered back in shock and panic, saying, "Young Master Wang, what do you mean by that?"
"What do I mean? President Yang, I eliminated the God Gun Sect for you, and how do you repay my kindness? By informing the Zhou family of my whereabouts?" Wang Yi's gaze suddenly turned icy as he fixed his cold stare on the anxious Yang Gang.
"Father... you..." Yang Jun's expression changed drastically as he hurriedly asked.
"Since you already know, then I won't be polite anymore. Shoot!" Yang Gang said coldly as he glared at Wang Yi.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Before he finished speaking, arrows filled the courtyard from all directions, creating a terrifying scene.
Crack, crack, crack...
Wang Yi waved his large sleeves, and a burst of flames surged up. With a whoosh, all the arrows shot at him were incinerated, turning into ashes.
"Quick..." Yang Gang's face changed dramatically, but before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his throat. A powerful hand grasped his neck, and his breathing became rapid; Yang Gang never imagined that Wang Yi would be so formidable. Such a fierce attack was utterly ineffective before him, as if it were nothing.
"Father... Brother Wang, please spare my father’s life." Yang Jun saw his father's breathing becoming weaker and his complexion growing paler, and he spoke urgently.
"Spare... spare me." Yang Gang's face turned red as he pleaded with a mind full of bitterness.
"Spare you? I have already given you a chance." Wang Yi coldly looked at Yang Gang. With a squeeze of his fingers, there was a crunching sound, and Yang Gang breathed his last.
"Father..." Yang Jun's eyes turned red as he embraced Yang Gang's lifeless body and shouted at Wang Yi, "I will kill you!"
"Yang Jun, I have already given your father a chance; this is what he brought upon himself." Wang Yi said indifferently, "The Zhou family will be here soon. You should leave quickly; otherwise, you won't survive either."
"Wang Yi, you..." Yang Jun's eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent.
"If you still want to avenge your father, you should leave now. I have said all I need to say; farewell." Wang Yi stated.
"Wang Yi, one day I will avenge my father." Yang Jun shouted at Wang Yi's retreating figure.
"I'll be waiting for that day." The air carried Wang Yi's voice, but he had already vanished without a trace...
At the same time, Zhou Yan led the Blood-Clothed Guards to Yuncheng but learned that Wang Yi had long since left. Enraged, he immediately dispatched the Blood-Clothed Guards to search for Wang Yi's whereabouts.
Yang Jun also left Yuncheng with a heart full of resentment, heading off to an unknown destination.
Yuncheng gradually returned to its previous calmness, only the dominant power had shifted to another force...
Zhen Nan Prefecture, Dian City.
Dian City is the capital of Zhen Nan Prefecture, located on the border of the Song Kingdom. It is currently guarded by Zhen Nan Wang Zhao Hong, the brother of the emperor of Song Kingdom.
At this moment, a young man dressed in white, with a handsome face and appearing to be in his twenties, arrived in Dian City. This person is Wang Yi, but at this moment, he has already changed his appearance.
Looking around, there were people moving everywhere. Wang Yi let out a light breath and then smiled calmly.
As he walked along, Wang Yi was amazed; indeed, Dian City was not comparable to Yuncheng. The flow of people and the volume of goods were much greater, making it dazzling and overwhelming.
Just then, a commotion broke out ahead in the crowd. As Wang Yi was about to look up, he saw a figure rushing toward him with a muffled grunt.
Wang Yi frowned and extended his right hand, gently pushing the figure. The person immediately stopped moving. It turned out to be an eighteen or nineteen-year-old Yellow-Clad Youth, standing eight feet tall, with red lips and white teeth, dressed in extremely luxurious clothing, wearing a golden jade belt and jade boots. His attire exuded an air of wealth.
However, what was truly unforgettable was that this Yellow-Clad Youth had an alarmingly pale complexion, appearing as white as a blank sheet of paper under the bright sunlight.
At this moment, he looked furious. When the young man stabilized himself, he was overjoyed and immediately stood up, slightly bowing to Wang Yi. He said, "Thank you for saving me, big brother. I am Zhao Bin, deeply grateful." His voice trembled slightly, but his words were very clear; it was evident from his demeanor that he came from a wealthy family.
Wang Yi nodded expressionlessly and was about to leave when three other similarly dressed young men approached him. They were of similar age and were followed by six or seven attendants, surrounding both the Yellow-Clad Youth and Wang Yi together.
“Yang Cheng, you three better step aside immediately; otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude,” said the Yellow-Clad Youth, frowning.
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