Lu Chengwen and the others buried Martial Uncle where he lay. The three of them kowtowed respectfully.
With heavy hearts, they left.
Lu Chengwen's face was livid as he clenched his fists. "Great Organization, Heavenly Net, and the Ouyang Family of Bingzhou! I, Lu Chengwen, will remember you!"
Although my Martial Uncle was a bastard who deserved to be killed by anyone, you actually went ahead and killed him!
I, Lu Chengwen, will definitely avenge this!
Didn't he just snatch a few girls for me, steal chickens and dogs everywhere, and eavesdrop outside people's bedrooms?!
You killed him over that...
Long Aotian was not particularly saddened. Instead, he felt somewhat vindicated.
If not for him, Qi Meishao would still be his Close Guard! That bastard had tortured him half to death on Seven Star Peak. Today, that grudge had finally been repaid!
Served him right!
Zhao Ritian's feelings were complicated!
He had not been particularly close to Ming Disha, but since he had joined the Glorious Photo Sect, Ming Disha was his Martial Uncle—his elder.
He had actually been killed, and in such a gruesome way. It infuriated him!
Our Glorious Photo Sect will make them repay this blood debt in blood!
Great Organization, Youzhou Branch.
The Branch Master shot to his feet in shock. "What!? They're all dead!?"
The strategist nodded. "Yes."
The Branch Master felt his head buzzing. "That Central Plains group was transferred from headquarters... They were all Anti-Four Gates experts!? They... not a single one survived!?"
The strategist said, "They were too close to the Jiang Family's location. And judging by the circumstances, the battle ended quickly—probably within just a few minutes."
The Branch Master felt as if he had heard some absurd fantasy. "The Jiang Family didn't intervene!?"
"No."
"None of the other Four