Leaving None Behind, The Second Steward's Backstab

It's Zhou Qiuyi!

He rose from humble beginnings, achieved fame in middle age, and could be called a late bloomer, but he was still full of vigor!

He founded the Fishing Guild himself, and at one point, he even suppressed the He Family.

He considered his own unyielding pride; when had he ever begged anyone?

It's just a shame that he's old now, and seventy to eighty percent of his strength is gone!

But he's not resigned!

He doesn't want to see the efforts he spent half his life on turn to dust.

He doesn't want to watch the grand foundation he built be destroyed in an instant.

Although human strength has its limits, at the brink of exhaustion.

Even if it means his body is shattered and his soul scattered, he wants to leave behind a spark of hope!

"Let them leave?"

The Old He Family Patriarch and the other person approached again, their eyes filled with amusement and mockery as they sneered, "Zhou Qiuyi, are you old? Are you living backward?

Do you think that's possible?

Listen to yourself, don't you find it ridiculous?"

"Sigh!!!"

The Fishing Master let out another long sigh, a flicker of sorrow flashing in his eyes.

"It seems this can't end peacefully!"

A rage even more terrifying than before surged from him once more!

His white hair flew wildly!

His robes billowed, moving as if by an unseen wind!

The Blood Saber in his hand hummed with a sharp clang, its patterns clear and becoming even more crimson!

It was as if the saber had a spirit.

Threads of sharpness that could sever all things emanated from it!

Seeing the Fishing Master charge!

The Old He Family Patriarch and the other person felt a chill and secretly became vigilant.

Judging by his demeanor, he was clearly prepared to fight to the death!

After glancing at each other!

One to the left, the other to the right, their profound iron blood energy swirled, transforming into a pair of iron palms that struck out together!

Unexpectedly!

The Fishing Master's body paused, then suddenly turned, evading their joint attack.

He then dashed towards another direction!

With a horizontal slash of his saber, blood light blazed, bisecting a He Family martial artist on the spot.

"Jin'er, break through!"

Seeing the Fishing Master charging ferociously!

The two Bone-Tempering Realm martial artists who were fiercely besieging the Head Steward Zhao Jin!

Their faces instantly turned green!

They no longer dared to press forward, immediately retreating, not daring to contend with him at all.

"Zhou Qiuyi, you have no martial ethics!"

"Bullying the weak, you're shameless!"

The Old He Family Patriarch, upon seeing this, was stunned at first, then flew into a rage, cursing loudly!

He hastily gave chase!

The Fishing Master turned a deaf ear, his Blood Saber in hand, as he moved, causing chaos and overturning everything!

Forcing the martial artists of both factions to retreat in unison.

No one dared to step forward!

"Quick!!!"

"Alright, Old Master... you, take care!"

A flicker of grief flashed in the Head Steward's eyes, but his expression quickly firmed.

"Those who can still move, follow me quickly!"

He waved his large hand, taking the lead, displaying his full cultivation to clear a path for everyone.

"You all go, I'll cover the rear!"

From behind, Liu Sheng was covered in blood, his body held high, his scarred arms raised!

He roared to the sky!

In each hand, he held an Eight-Petaled Golden Gourd Hammer, each the size of an adult's head!

Each one weighed over a hundred catties!

When swung, they were truly formidable, their momentum quite terrifying.

"Father..."

Liu Zhanpeng clenched his fists tightly, tears in his eyes, mingling with the fleeing Fishing Guild disciples!

At this moment, he had already broken through to the Skin Refining Realm!

He had become a true martial artist!

But what was the use of that!

In front of more powerful martial artists, he was still like an ant, utterly useless!

At most, he was just a bit bigger!

Liu Sheng swung the great gourd hammers in his hands, stubbornly blocking the rear, fighting bravely.

As if hearing the sound, he couldn't help but glance sideways, seeing Liu Zhanpeng trying to rush out several times.

He roared again!

"Get lost!"

"Dafeng, hold him, drag him away!"

"Brother Zhanpeng, we must... we must go, if we don't leave now, it'll be too late!"

Jiang Dafeng grabbed Liu Zhanpeng's arm, saying anxiously.

Jiang Sanxi and Jiang Fu were also there.

Their bodies were stained with splotches of blood, but fortunately, they were only minor injuries, nothing serious!

Speaking of which!

This was all thanks to Liu Sheng, who found them amidst the chaotic fight and had Liu Zhanpeng help protect them.

Otherwise!

With the three of them having no cultivation, and not even having mastered basic martial arts!

They probably wouldn't have survived until now!

It was a pity about Uncle Fu, who had helped them earlier, he was already dead...

In the chaos just now, he was encountered by a disciple of the He Family and killed with a single sword strike.

"I wonder how Xiao Yi is doing?"

"I hope Heaven will bless him, hope he escapes safely and quickly!"

"There aren't many people left in our Jiang Family Village anymore..."

Jiang Dafeng showed deep worry, yet he was powerless.

He could only pray in his heart.

The Old He Family Patriarch once again surrounded them, and the Fishing Master, helpless, could only meet him.

He had already given them a chance to survive!

He had done his best!

As for how many could live, that was how many would live!

Even if only a handful escaped, he would be satisfied.

Seeing a group of Fishing Guild disciples rush out of the courtyard!

The Fishing Master no longer hesitated!

He directly burned his Blood Essence, facing two opponents alone, doing his best to hold them back.

"Head Steward, I'll help you!"

The Second Steward, Han Tong, covered in blood, holding a three-foot-long sharp sword, rushed towards Zhao Jin's location!

The Head Steward nodded!

Just as he was about to respond, a sharp pain suddenly came from his chest!

He looked down!

It was a sword hilt, inserted from his back, piercing through his chest.

The sword tip emerged!

Its cold glint was sharp, yet unstained by blood!

It's a rare divine weapon!

"You..."

Zhao Jin stumbled a few steps!

First, he was incredulous, then his face turned furious, killing intent overflowing!

He endured the pain, turned sharply, and struck out with a palm.

Unexpectedly, Han Tong was prepared!

After landing the blow, he had already retreated rapidly, having dodged it long ago!

"Han Tong, you traitor!"

This sudden turn of events drew everyone's attention, especially the Fishing Guild, who were dumbfounded!

What's going on?

The Second Steward, he defected?

And stabbed the Head Steward in the back!

"Hahaha, how is it? Surprised? Unexpected?"

Seeing Zhao Jin's severely wounded and disheveled state, the Current He Family Patriarch burst into laughter!

"You're destined not to escape!"

Han Tong, standing far away, couldn't help but curl his lips and say contemptuously, "Traitor? Where's this traitor coming from?"

"You're mistaken, Head Steward. Is it possible that I was always a member of the He Family..."

His expression was as if he were saying:

He's revealed himself!

He, Han Tong, was an undercover agent!

He had endured hardship for over a decade, and today, his efforts finally bore fruit!

"Han Tong, stop the nonsense. Kill all these people for this Patriarch!

Leave none alive!"

"Yes, Patriarch!"

Upon hearing the He Family Patriarch's command, Han Tong agreed without hesitation!

Then, he looked at the crowd before him!

His eyes were full of mockery!

His gaze was like that of a wolf looking at a flock of lambs struggling for their lives.

Suddenly!

He seemed to see something and stared intently at one person!

"Liu Sheng's son, so you're here!"

"Good, good, good!"

"In the Fishing Guild, your old man was always against me. I'll start with you then!"

"After I kill you, I'll take your head to show your father.

I'm really looking forward to seeing what kind of expression he'll have!

Hahaha..."