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Since establishing a relationship with the Corpse Refining Clan, Feng Laowu's ambitions had been steadily growing. If the Corpse Refining Clan aimed to become the supreme force in Hua Xia martial arts, then he intended to become the leader of the Huaxia Underground World. He no longer wanted to remain in the backward Southwest Province.
Hearing Feng Laowu's words, Hu Sanxiong suddenly fell silent, reminded of his deceased son.
"What’s wrong, Hu Lao?" Feng Laowu and Xiao Junyong quickly asked.
"Ah, Brother Xiao, you and I share a common suffering. My son passed away six months ago at the Cangnan Martial Arts Conference during a match," Hu Sanxiong said with a sorrowful expression.
"What? Is that true?" Feng Laowu and Xiao Junyong were taken aback, especially Xiao Junyong, who looked at Hu Sanxiong with a sense of shared grief.
"Let’s not dwell on it. In martial arts competitions, life and death are fated; I can only say my son was unfortunate," Hu Sanxiong sighed.
"Hu Lao, I spoke out of turn. Although life and death are fated in martial arts, shouldn’t we consider your feelings and keep things civil? To actually resort to lethal force is truly unforgivable," Feng Laowu said discontentedly.
"Last year at the Cangnan Martial Arts Gathering, one of the Seven Great Martial Arts Families, Luo Family Ancestor Luo Jue, was killed by Yan Xiaotian of Hongmen, who was then killed by another person. My son's death was unavoidable; let’s just forget about it. You shouldn’t speak carelessly; martial matters are not for us to meddle in," Hu Sanxiong warned. Every faction has its own rules; martial arts have their own codes, and underground forces have theirs. It’s best for everyone to keep their distance and conduct themselves properly to survive long.
"Hu Lao, I brought you here precisely to get involved in martial matters. Just tell me who killed your son, and I will help you take revenge," Feng Laowu said boldly.
"Don’t joke around," Hu Sanxiong replied helplessly. He knew very well Feng Laowu's strength and had witnessed Jiang Chen's abilities; he didn’t dare seek revenge.
"Hu Lao, I’m not joking. This time, I have powerful backing," Feng Laowu laughed and repeated what he had just told Xiao Junyong to Hu Sanxiong.
Upon hearing this, Hu Sanxiong was also left speechless.
"Are you serious? The Corpse Refining Clan is really that formidable?" Hu Sanxiong was astonished. If what Feng Laowu said was true, then perhaps he could indeed seek revenge against Jiang Chen.
After all, according to Feng Laowu, a single Flying Copper Armored Corpse from the Corpse Refining Clan was equivalent to a Martial Arts Divine Realm expert. One hundred Flying Copper Armored Corpses would be like facing one hundred Martial Arts Divine Realm experts. Moreover, the Corpse Refining Clan had even more powerful trump cards; thus, it seemed plausible that they could contend with Jiang Chen. Even if Jiang Chen possessed great abilities, he couldn't possibly defeat one hundred Flying Copper Armored Corpses alone.
"If that's the case, we might really give it a try," Hu Sanxiong said with a hint of excitement.
"Hu Lao, how about this? You, me, and Brother Xiao form an alliance and leverage the power of the Corpse Refining Clan. In the future Underground World of Huaxia, we will share everything equally," Feng Laowu suggested with a smile.
"I have no objections," Xiao Junyong said.
"I have no objections either; however, Brother Feng, you must have some conditions?" Hu Sanxiong inquired.
"No conditions at all. Since your son is gone, why not adopt my son as your godson? From now on, we’ll be one family—there’s no closer bond than that; we can all enjoy the fruits together," Feng Laowu laughed.
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