Although Huang Junchi wanted nothing more than to charge forward that instant, flay Lin Yuntao, Jiang Zhiyong, and Shi Tao alive, tear out their tendons, grind their bones, and scatter their ashes.
To honor his daughter's departed soul with their blood.
Reason struck like a thunderbolt, jolting him awake.
As long as the green mountains remained, there would be no shortage of firewood.
He knew full well that he was no match for the three of them.
Liu Lingyan had been captured, while Xiao Shun and the others lay severely wounded on the ground.
He was alone and without support. If he impulsively stayed to fight to the death, he would not only fail to avenge his daughter but also trap himself here, ending with his head severed from his body.
Then the Huang Family would truly be wiped out, and no one would remain to avenge his daughter.
Only by leaving first, preserving his life, and biding his time could he find an opportunity later, gather his strength, and personally cut off these three men's heads.
For his daughter, for the Huang Family, he would collect every blood debt.
At that thought, Huang Junchi suppressed the towering hatred and grief in his heart. The crimson faded from his eyes, replaced by utter calm and resolve.
He did not look at his daughter again.
One more glance might doom him beyond redemption. He feared he would no longer be able to restrain the urge to charge forward and fight to the death.
The next instant, he pivoted, pouring every ounce of his force into his legs. Like a streaking afterimage, he sprinted toward the woods beyond Mountain-Back Village.
His force swept past with a howling wind, leaving only the sight of his hastily retreating back.
For a moment, Shi Tao,