Father and Son Clash

A chorus of shouts rose from the Xi Qi ranks.

Shen Gongbao stood on high, satisfaction showing in his eyes.

As long as Huang Feihu took the field today, he would have stepped into his trap.

Whether father and son recognized each other or fought each other, the Shang Army would inevitably suffer a setback.

From within the Shang Army's great formation, the drums suddenly began to beat.

The camp gates parted.

A single rider slowly emerged.

The Five-Colored Divine Ox's hoofbeats were steady; the man on its back wore armor, held a long spear, and had an imposing face.

It was King Wucheng Huang Feihu.

He came before the formation and reined in the Five-Colored Divine Ox.

Father and son gazed at each other across the battlefield.

As Huang Feihu looked at the young man's features, the last trace of doubt in his heart vanished.

Too alike.

In those brows and eyes, there truly was the bloodline of the Huang family.

Huang Tianhua was looking at Huang Feihu as well.

So this was his father?

He had thought he would feel nothing at all.

But when he truly saw this man, his heart still stirred slightly.

Yet that strange feeling was quickly suppressed by him.

His master had said that he must not let mortal feelings move him.

Martial Uncle Shen had also said that Huang Feihu had been deceived by Di Xin and was aiding Zhou in his tyranny.

His descent from the mountain today was precisely to correct this matter.

Huang Tianhua raised his voice and said, "You are Huang Feihu?"

Huang Feihu's voice was somewhat agitated.

"Child... you, you are Tianhua?"

Huang Tianhua said coldly, "That is right."

"I am Huang Tianhua, disciple of True Lord Qingxu of Purple Sun Cave on Green Peak Mountain."

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