Zhang Mohu in Mourning Blocks the Door

"But…"

Wen Wanrong felt a slight pang of sorrow in her heart.

"My lady, that wretch is already ruined, and cursed by the Heavenly Dao to boot. If you don't sever ties with him, you'll be dragged down with him! Listen to me, let's just pretend we never had that son!"

Xiao Zhentian trembled with rage at the thought of Xiao Chen severing ties with them.

But he never stopped to consider why Xiao Chen would do such a thing, nor did he realize that his favoritism towards Xiao Lingtian and complete disregard for Xiao Chen's feelings had led to this outcome!

Instead, he placed all the blame on Xiao Chen.

He was the Zhenbei King!

How could he be wrong?!

"Exactly, Mother, Xiao Chen, that good-for-nothing, is doomed to die in a few days anyway. Why are you even thinking about him?"

Xiao Lingtian added, equally displeased.

Listening to the family's conversation, Zhang Qitian couldn't help but fall silent.

He hadn't expected such a vast difference in treatment between Xiao Chen and Xiao Lingtian, despite them both being sons of the Zhenbei King!

One enjoyed glory and doting affection, while the other was unloved and unwanted.

In truth, he personally preferred Xiao Chen. Despite being in such dire straits, he remained calm and composed. If nothing else, that composure alone was far superior to Xiao Lingtian's petty and narrow-minded nature!

Not to mention that Xiao Chen's talent was far greater. Xiao Lingtian was merely a Heaven Rank, while Xiao Chen possessed a King Physique. Although Heaven Rank was already incredibly powerful, it paled in comparison to a King Physique. It was just a pity that Xiao Chen was cursed by the Heavenly Dao and wouldn't live long.

However, he couldn't shake the feeling that the Martial Spirit Mirror's pronouncement about Xiao Chen was strange. It clearly had a second half, but it was as if someone had forcefully obscured it. Yet, the Martial Spirit Mirror was an ancient divine artifact, profound and unfathomable. What in this world could possibly conceal the Heavenly Dao from the Martial Spirit Mirror?

"Your Highness, the Zhang Family Head is outside requesting an audience, saying he wants to seek justice from you. The manor is already surrounded by people. Please go and take a look!"

Just then, a guard from the Zhenbei King Manor rushed in from outside the hall, reporting to Xiao Zhentian.

Everyone in the room was taken aback by this news.

Zhang Mohu was actually so brazen as to come to the Zhenbei King Manor seeking justice?

Xiao Zhentian frowned slightly. "Did he say what it was about?"

"He said his son was killed by the young master!"

"Lingtian, did you kill Zhang Youzhi?"

Xiao Zhentian was stunned upon hearing this and turned to look at Xiao Lingtian, his eyes filled with surprise.

He knew a little about Zhang Youzhi, who was a renowned prodigy in Barren North City. His Asura Blade Sutra was incredibly powerful. A month ago, he and Xiao Lingtian had fought over Ye Qingxuan, and Xiao Lingtian had only won by a narrow margin!

How long had it been? Xiao Lingtian was actually able to kill Zhang Youzhi?

But not long ago, Zhang Youzhi had appeared at the Martial Academy assessment. Only an hour had passed since then. How could he be dead? Could it be that Xiao Lingtian had fought Zhang Youzhi again in Barren North Square?

"Father, how is that possible? I do have some grievances with Zhang Youzhi, but I didn't even see him today!"

Xiao Lingtian shook his head.

There were some things he was too embarrassed to say. Even if he had encountered Zhang Youzhi, he wouldn't have been able to kill him.

Zhang Youzhi was one of the top ten prodigies in Barren North City, and he had been cultivating for much longer than him. He could only barely defeat him now, so killing him was absolutely impossible.

Not only him, but no one in the younger generation of Barren North City could kill Zhang Youzhi.

"Then Zhang Mohu must have eaten a bear's gall and leopard's heart! How dare he slander my Zhenbei King Manor? Let's go, take a look!"

Xiao Zhentian's face suddenly darkened, and he strode towards the door.

He never even considered that Zhang Youzhi might have been killed by Xiao Chen. After Xiao Chen's dantian was shattered, he lost all his cultivation. He had only recently recovered, and with the Heavenly Dao curse, it was extremely difficult for him to absorb the world's spiritual energy. There was no way he could have the strength to kill Zhang Youzhi.

Xiao Lingtian and the others followed closely behind.

At the entrance of the Zhenbei King Manor.

"My son, Zhang Youzhi, was murdered today by the son of the Zhenbei King. Although I, Zhang Mohu, know I am no match for the Zhenbei King, as a father, I have no choice but to seek justice for my son. I hope all of you fellow villagers will bear witness for me."

Zhang Mohu led a group of Zhang Family martial artists, dressed in mourning clothes, guarding a pale corpse, his expression grief-stricken.

"Damn, Zhang Youzhi is dead?"

"He was one of the strongest prodigies in Barren North City. Who in the younger generation could kill him? Has Xiao Lingtian suddenly become so awesome?"

"That's right. I remember Xiao Lingtian and Zhang Youzhi had a battle last month, and Xiao Lingtian only won by a narrow margin. How long has it been? His strength has actually become so much stronger that he can directly kill Zhang Youzhi?"

"If it's not Xiao Lingtian, who else could it be? It couldn't possibly be Xiao Chen, that good-for-nothing, could it?"

The surrounding crowd discussed animatedly.

In everyone's eyes, Xiao Chen was crippled. The Zhenbei King only had one son capable of fighting Zhang Youzhi, so Xiao Lingtian must have done it.

The news that Zhang Mohu's son had been killed and that he was seeking justice from the Zhenbei King at the Zhenbei King Manor quickly spread!

Soon, more and more people gathered at the Zhenbei King Manor, all wanting to watch the spectacle.

The Zhenbei King was mighty and imposing. In Barren North City, no one had dared to oppose him for many years.

Who would have thought that Zhang Mohu would dare to play so big today? It was simply thrilling.

Who knows if the Zhang Family, one of the five great families, will be completely wiped out today under the Zhenbei King's wrath.

After a moment, Xiao Zhentian, his face gloomy, walked out of the Zhenbei King Manor. Seeing Zhang Mohu and the others actually wearing mourning clothes and blocking the entrance to his manor, his expression turned even uglier. "Zhang Mohu, what is the meaning of this? Are you deliberately trying to provoke me?"

Seeing Xiao Zhentian's genuine anger, fear appeared on the faces of everyone present, and even their bodies trembled slightly.

A trace of fear flashed in Zhang Mohu's eyes, and he felt like retreating, but when he thought of his beloved only son dying a violent death, he gritted his teeth and raised his head to look directly at Xiao Zhentian. "King, I know you are incredibly powerful, but everything must be reasonable. Your son killed my son for no reason. Even if you are the Zhenbei King, you need to give me an explanation, right?"

As he spoke, Zhang Mohu signaled his subordinates to disperse, revealing a pale corpse on the ground.

"Sword Qi?"

Xiao Zhentian glanced at the wound on the corpse, his expression changed slightly, and a few traces of killing intent immediately appeared in his eyes. He looked up at Zhang Mohu. "There is Sword Qi lingering around your son's wound. He was clearly killed by a sword cultivator. Instead of finding out the truth, you are slandering my son, Xiao Lingtian. What are your intentions?"

At this moment, he was truly angry.

His son, Xiao Lingtian, cultivated fist techniques and had absolutely nothing to do with sword cultivators. Zhang Mohu's son was killed by a sword cultivator, and he was trying to blame it on his son. It was simply absurd.

Sword cultivators have the greatest killing power among all the great paths.

He did hope that a sword cultivator could emerge from his Zhenbei King Manor, but it was too difficult to become a sword cultivator. Xiao Lingtian simply couldn't do it.

Xiao Zhentian looked at Zhang Mohu with a gloomy expression.

An extremely terrifying pressure suddenly emanated from his body. Zhang Mohu felt as if a ten-thousand-foot mountain was pressing down on him, and his entire body immediately turned red, his veins bulging.

"It was Xiao… Xiao Chen, my son was killed by Xiao Chen!"

Zhang Mohu used all his strength to utter those words.