At that moment, seeing Xu Juren's apparent ignorance made Xu Taichong even angrier. He believed Xu Juren was deliberately playing dumb just to disgust him!
"Xu Juren!"
Xu Taichong glared at Xu Juren and cursed, "Stop pretending! Your grandson may have lost his Sword Martial Soul, but he obtained another fortuitous opportunity!"
"Otherwise, how could he have the strength of the Foundation Establishment Seventh Level?"
As Xu Taichong's words rang out, Xu Juren froze, then began silently speculating.
Although Xu Taichong was extremely selfish and often unreliable, surely he would not make up a claim about Xu Qingyang possessing the strength of the Foundation Establishment Seventh Level?
Could Xu Qingyang really have obtained some fortuitous opportunity and reached the seventh level of Foundation Establishment?
At that thought, he still shook his head, believing it impossible.
Seeing that Xu Juren remained unconvinced, Xu Taichong bellowed again, "Xu Qingyang! You had the guts to cripple my grandson Xu Pan, yet you don't dare come out and admit it? Is someone like you fit to be the young master of our Xu Family?"
Almost as soon as Xu Taichong finished speaking, Xu Qingyang stepped out of the pavilion and smiled calmly. "Grand Elder, crippling Xu Pan with my Foundation Establishment Seventh Level cultivation was only a trivial matter. Why wouldn't I dare admit it?"
"Hahaha!"
Suddenly, Xu Taichong burst into laughter. "Xu Qingyang, you finally admitted it! Excellent!"
Hearing this, Xu Qingyang stared at Xu Taichong and frowned. An uneasy feeling suddenly stirred within him. Xu Taichong dares to state this so openly. Could he have something up his sleeve?
At this point, Xu Juren looked at Xu Qingyang with excitement all over his face. "Qingyang, did you really obtain a fortuitous opportunity and gain the strength of the Foundation Establishment Seventh Level?"
"Yes!"
Xu Qingyang answered truthfully, "Besides that, my Sword Martial Soul has also recovered!"
Upon hearing this, Xu Juren's face filled with excitement. Then he laughed. "Qingyang, didn't I say so? How could someone with an iron will like yours lose the chance to contend with the strongest under heaven?"
Xu Taichong's eyes, meanwhile, blazed with unprecedented jealousy and fury, and he could not help gritting his teeth. That damned Xu Qingyang had not only obtained a fortuitous opportunity and gained seventh-level Foundation Establishment strength, but had even restored his Sword Martial Soul. How infuriating!
But now, Xu Qingyang's fortuitous opportunity and Sword Martial Soul will both belong to my grandson Xu Pan.
"Patriarch Xu Juren, aren't you celebrating a little too soon?"
A sinister smile curled at the corner of Xu Taichong's mouth as he spoke meaningfully.
"What do you mean?"
Xu Juren demanded.
Xu Taichong did not answer him. Instead, he looked at Xu Qingyang and said with a chuckle, "Xu Qingyang, you're even more outstanding than I imagined!"
"Now, I'll give you a chance. Hand over the fortuitous opportunity you obtained, along with your Sword Martial Soul, immediately. Otherwise, I'll spread the word. I'm sure plenty of people will be interested in your fortuitous opportunity!"
At these words, a cold gleam flickered in Xu Qingyang's eyes. So this was Xu Taichong's plan. How hateful!
"You're courting death!"
Xu Juren roared in fury, his figure shooting forward as he hurled a punch at Xu Taichong.
"You want to kill me? Let's see whether you have the strength!"
Facing Xu Juren's incoming punch, Xu Taichong gripped a Golden Saber and slashed straight out, unleashing several savage, razor-sharp streaks of saber light.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Xu Juren's fist light erupted with river-cleaving adamantine force, instantly shattering the saber light before sending Xu Taichong flying.
Pfft.
He spat out blood.
"You actually comprehended Fist Intent?"
Xu Taichong slowly climbed up from the ground, staring at Xu Juren as he gritted his teeth and said in shock, "No wonder I'm no match for you!"
The next moment.
Xu Juren stood before Xu Taichong, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. "Xu Taichong, you're the First Elder of our Xu Family. I truly didn't want to kill you. But you set your sights on Qingyang's sword martial soul and fortuitous opportunity, so today, you must die!"
Hearing this, Xu Taichong's face filled with terror. He immediately dropped to his knees, desperate to survive. "Patriarch, spare me this once! I'll never dare do it again!"
"Hmph!"
Xu Juren snorted coldly. "Do you think I don't know what sort of person you are?"
"If I let you leave this time, all that awaits us is your revenge!"
"Today, you'd better obediently take the road to the afterlife!"
Hearing this, Xu Taichong seemed to realize Xu Juren would not spare him, and he shouted, "Xu Juren, once I die, word of Xu Qingyang's fortuitous opportunity will spread!"
"Die!"
As Xu Juren's fist fell, Xu Taichong met a brutal death on the spot.
"Grandfather, thank you!"
Xu Qingyang glanced at Xu Taichong's brutally slain body, then turned to Xu Juren and thanked him.
Xu Juren smiled. "Qingyang, you're my grandson. Of course I'll shield you and guide you safely on your way!"
Warmth immediately filled Xu Qingyang's heart. He knew that only his grandfather would do this much for him.
"Grandfather, now that Xu Taichong is dead, Xu Pan will definitely flee once he hears the news!"
Xu Qingyang spoke slowly.
"Qingyang, I understand what you mean. But I'll take care of killing Xu Pan for you!"
Xu Juren fell silent for a moment, then said, "Go cultivate now!"
"Mm!"
Xu Qingyang nodded, then cupped his hands. "Grandfather, I'll take my leave!"
"Go!"
Xu Juren waved his hand.
In a pavilion, Xu Pan reclined in a chair, his expression filled with anticipation.
"With Grandfather's methods, obtaining the fortuitous opportunity Xu Qingyang has should be quite easy!"
"Once I've learned what Xu Qingyang gained from that opportunity, I'll not only cripple his dantian, but cut off all four of his limbs, leaving him unable to live or die!"
"Judging by the time, Grandfather should be back by now!"
Xu Pan muttered to himself.
Yet the next moment, while he waited for Xu Taichong to return, a grating voice came from outside the pavilion.
"Xu Pan, there's no need to wait for First Elder Xu Taichong. He won't be coming back!"
Hearing that voice, Xu Pan's expression changed drastically. A purple-robed youth walked in from outside the pavilion and angrily demanded, "Xu Jinhong, what do you mean by that? What do you mean, my grandfather won't be coming back?"
"Hahaha!"
Xu Jinhong laughed. "Xu Pan, since you want to know, I'll tell you!"
"Your grandfather, Xu Taichong, was killed by the patriarch!"
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