Sending Them to Reunite Father and Son!

Little Vajra, who had fought with Tang Fei, arrived. Chen the Pockmarked, who had vied with Tang Fei for prey, arrived. Master Chen's entire family, with whom Tang Fei had barely interacted, arrived. Little Fatty's best friend, Monkey, also arrived.

Aunt Cheng arrived. Widow Li arrived. Aunt Wang arrived too.

These were all the Old Man's rumored romantic interests.

Up until now, everyone had silently adhered to the survival rule of the ruins: mind your own business and don't meddle in others' affairs.

When the fists weren't falling on your head, you pretended not to see the violence.

But now, everyone in the entire village had opened their courtyard gates and come out, bringing the old and the young.

They were either aged, frail, sick, or disabled. Due to long-term malnutrition, their skin was sallow, and their hair withered.

They didn't understand cultivation, nor did they possess much martial power.

But, as they said, "I'll use my body to block a bullet for you."

God said, "Let there be light."

But it wasn't a god who lit the lamp, but humanity.

The Gray Robes felt pressure. They were Gray Robes, but also someone's son, someone's father.

If they were to kill these ordinary civilians, how would they explain it when they returned?

The Flame Army also felt pressure.

Their combat power was not insignificant; they could fire their weapons.

But these were all civilians, densely packed civilians, ordinary folk.

If they carried out a large-scale massacre, who would bear the responsibility if they were blamed by those above?

Bian Feng was clearly amused to the point of anger, his smile sinister, his voice scraping like a knife.

"What? A palace coup? You think that just because more people have gathered, I'll have to make peace and let things go as if nothing happened?"

He thought these people were utterly foolish. He had already told them that this news couldn't get out.

Why couldn't they understand?

His original plan was to kill the main culprits first, and then use the Predators to slaughter the entire village. After all, everyone knew that the Predators left no survivors.

They harbored a murderer, a crime punishable by death. Sacrificing the lives of this entire village for his son would be the only way to slightly quell his hatred.

The Flame Shrine would not easily intervene; this matter was too dirty, and once stained, it couldn't be washed off.

If they were blamed from above, they would eliminate a few Predator organizations to appease them. If there were no objections from above, they would act as if nothing had happened.

Why would those above care about such a trivial matter?

He hadn't expected them to come out on their own, which had disrupted his plans.

The elder looked at Bian Feng and said, "The lives of lowlifes are also lives. Before you take them, you must give everyone an explanation. Otherwise, who can guarantee that acts of burning, killing, and looting won't happen to them?"

"Why are we all standing out here? Because we all know that if we chose to be cowards today when someone was killing, then in the future, when we encounter such a situation, no one will be willing to stand out for us."

"There are quite a few Predator organizations among the people you brought. I recognize several of them. I know what kind of things they are capable of... They've killed many people before, and they won't stop killing in the future..."

"At my age, death is just death. Life has been worse than death anyway... But I have to stand up and speak for the children in this village... If you kill one today and another tomorrow, what hope will they have for their lives?"

"Let them come out," Bian Feng said, his face like frost, and he shouted sternly, "One person is roasted, and a group of people is also roasted. It's just that the oven will be built bigger, and the fire will burn hotter."

He waved his hand and shouted, "Fire."

Bang!

A bullet pierced through the elder's chest.

The elder and the others were standing too close, using their chests to block the bullets, leaving Tang Fei and the others no way to save them.

Bang bang bang.

Gunshots roared like thunder, bullets rained down like a downpour.

The Flame Army began firing at the gathered villagers.

"Elder!" Tang Fei roared.

"Kill them!" Little Fatty shouted angrily.

Tang Fei's eyes split with rage, and the cleaver in his hand buzzed as it flew towards the Flame Army formation.

Clang!

The cleaver was knocked away by a copper coin.

Tang Fei reached out and found that a chip had appeared on his cleaver.

Behind Bian Feng, a withered and emaciated old man walked out, looking at Tang Fei with a ferocious smile and saying, "Qi Control Realm? I'll play with you."

Tang Fei said nothing, raising his cleaver and charging towards the old man.

No reasoning!

There was no reasoning to be had with them!

Only killing to stop killing, blood debt to be repaid with blood.

Phoenix and Little Fatty also launched their attacks at the first opportunity. Phoenix charged towards the Flame Army, intending to stop their shooting of civilians with her offensive. With one whip strike, the Flame Army's formation was thrown into chaos; those who tried to block the long whip's attack with the iron spears in their hands had their spear shafts and bodies instantly severed.

Little Fatty, meanwhile, was surrounded by the group of Gray Robe figures. Although their combat power wasn't high, they were numerous. One was smashed away, and even more surged forward.

The Old Man remained still, standing at the very back of the crowd, his gaze fixed on Bian Feng, who was still mounted on his tall steed.

Bian Feng also noticed the Old Man, a gentle smile on his face as he spoke, "I can feel it. You are the true hidden master."

"You deserve to die!"

The Old Man, his expressionless face betraying nothing, suddenly sprang up and hurled a punch towards Bian Feng's position.

Within a massive white mass of Qi, two dragons and two elephants roared as they charged towards Bian Feng.

Dragon Elephant Subduing Demon Technique, second level.

Boom.

Bian Feng's body was sent flying backward. The black horse he had been riding was instantly pulverized into meat paste by the impact of the Dragon Elephant's power.

The Old Man's attack missed, but he forcefully used the air to propel himself, chasing after Bian Feng as if flying with Qi.

Seeing the Old Man's maneuver, Bian Feng's eyes widened in shock.

This method of Qi control far surpassed the Qi Control Realm.

Qi control, after all, was about controlling the Yin Yang Qi within the body.

However, most cultivators in the Qi Control Realm could only use their Qi to manipulate objects or weapons.

But this man could control his own body; his martial arts had reached the realm of perfection.

Unfortunately, no matter who he was, he was as good as dead.

Bian Feng gestured, and a handful of leaves landed in his palm.

He tossed them into the air, and the leaves scattered, flying in all directions like a swarm of flying daggers, piercing towards the Old Man.

The Old Man unleashed another punch, the dragon soaring high above, the elephant grounded, rumbling as it lunged at Bian Feng.

Wherever they passed, the leaf-daggers were knocked to the ground, and the Yin Yang Qi contained within the leaves instantly vanished.

Seeing that the Dragon Elephant's power had not dissipated and was still charging towards him, Bian Feng summoned a large boulder and hurled it fiercely at the Dragon Elephant.

Bang!

The Dragon Elephant illusion finally dispersed.

The Old Man merely glanced at Bian Feng and charged at him again.

This battle was to the death.

Tang Fei's eyes were bloodshot. It didn't matter who the opponent was or what their cultivation level was.

At this moment, all he wanted was to kill.

His cleaver struck with deadly precision, his fighting style completely fearless.

Every strike aimed for the old man's vital points, every slash targeted his throat.

He wanted to finish this old fellow quickly, then personally go and take Bian Feng's head.

He kept praying in his heart, praying that the Old Man's movements would be slower, that Bian Feng would still be alive.

Clearly, the old man he wanted to kill was no ordinary opponent.

His name was Ma Youji, nicknamed the Copper Coin Assassin, a highly paid retainer of the Flame Shrine.

He wielded copper coins with incredible skill, capable of using them as daggers and hidden projectiles when scattered, or forming them into a long serpent formation or even a shield when gathered.

The myriad changes were all within Ma Youji's will.

Every attack Tang Fei launched was blocked by a copper shield formed by countless copper coins.

When Tang Fei retreated to gather his strength, the copper coins would transform into long serpents or sharp weapons, actively attacking Tang Fei.

Even more terrifying was the clanging sound the copper coins made when they combined their attacks.

Tang Fei hadn't paid attention at first, thinking it was just the normal sound of colliding coins.

By the time he realized the sounds formed a vast sonic field that enveloped him, disrupting his mind, confusing his steps, weakening his offense, and even beginning to shake his resolve to win.

Tang Fei broke out in a cold sweat. So this was the Copper Coin Assassin's true killing move.

Tang Fei's movements visibly slowed, and his face showed a struggle of pain.

Clearly, the noise was greatly impacting his offense.

The Copper Coin Assassin knew his sonic wave attack was ready. He clapped his hands together, and the copper coins in the air rustled as they converged on Tang Fei, as if trying to crush him between them.

Tang Fei's rapid knife work was like the wind, but he still couldn't stop the barrage of countless copper coins.

Bang!

His chest was hit by a copper coin, and blood spurted from the corner of his mouth.

Strike while the iron is hot.

The Copper Coin Assassin knew this was an opportunity not to be missed. He lunged forward, a handful of copper coins forming a dagger that plunged directly into Tang Fei's chest.

"Here they come!"

Tang Fei's eyes gleamed as he launched a punch towards the incoming formation of copper coins.

While scattering the coins, his cleaver spun rapidly, instantly embedding itself in the Copper Coin Assassin's head.

The Copper Coin Assassin's face was filled with terror. He couldn't comprehend why, despite having him surrounded with his sonic domain, Tang Fei was completely unaffected.

Tang Fei had no time for pleasantries. He pulled the cleaver from the assassin's head, then swiftly killed a Gray Robe figure who tried to sneak an attack, before charging towards Bian Feng's position.

Unfortunately, the Old Man didn't seem to grasp Tang Fei's intentions at all.

With one punch, the Dragon Elephant brought auspiciousness.

Moreover, his Dragon Elephant was like a tangible entity, not the flawed, phantom-like imitation Tang Fei possessed.

In the beginning, Bian Feng could still parry with his unconventional techniques and clever strength.

He knew that once the Old Man's True Qi was depleted, it would be his chance to counterattack.

When he realized the Old Man's Yin Yang Qi was vast and mighty, like an endless, surging great river, he began to feel the strain.

The Old Man showed no intention of holding back. Punch after punch, it was a complete crushing of strength and realm.

Bang!

Bian Feng's body flew backward.

The Old Man pursued closely, unleashing another punch.

Bian Feng's body flew even faster.

The Old Man ignored everything, coming from behind to catch up and landing another punch to his chest.

Bang!

Bian Feng, still in mid-air, coughed up blood uncontrollably.

His chest cavity caved in; that punch had shattered all his ribs.

Crack!

His body slammed heavily onto a large boulder, then slid slowly down the mountainside.

Tang Fei rushed forward, grabbed Bian Feng by his white hair, and slit his throat with his blade.

Rather than reminisce, it's better to meet.

Just as the Phoenix had said, Tang Fei was happy to reunite them, father and son.