The Curtain Falls, Fishing Guild Changes Hands, Liu Sheng, Farewell Head Steward

The two martial artists' hands were practically crippled!

Naturally.

The He Family's renowned palm technique would be difficult to utilize again.

Their strength was already depleted by seventy to eighty percent!

"You are too weak, it's time for you to die!"

Jiang Yi didn't say much more, stepping forward and raising his hand!

Another palm strike descended!

It was as if an invisible ancient cauldron, heavy and immense, was smashing down, weighing thousands of pounds, intending to crush him completely.

The Old He Family Patriarch had no time to evade!

He could only watch as that palm strike landed heavily, its terrifying force directly piercing his skull.

"Pfft!"

A massive head split into four pieces, red and white splashing everywhere!

The Old He Family Patriarch had thus perished!

[Killed one Blood Qi Realm enemy, plundered 9 years of lifespan.]

"It's your turn!"

Jiang Yi turned, his figure blurring like an afterimage!

He arrived before the other person, the old man in yellow.

As always!

He raised his palm and pressed down!

Leaving him with almost no room to dodge, the palm strike directly shattered his arms that were raised in defense!

The residual force undiminished!

It entered his skull, sending him to hell to accompany his brother!

[Killed one Blood Qi Realm enemy, plundered 12 years of lifespan.]

The last Blood Qi Realm martial artist of the He Family, dead!

Jiang Yi retracted his hand!

A brutal battle, with his arrival, had finally come to a close!

The He Family was supposed to sweep through the entire Fishing Guild and unify Wushui Town!

But unexpectedly!

He appeared as a variable.

Leading to a comeback against all odds!

Of course!

The Fishing Guild itself also suffered heavy losses!

The Fishing Master fought to the death, the Head Steward was betrayed and stabbed through the chest, likely not long for this world.

The Second Steward was dealt with by him!

And numerous Fishing Guild disciples died in the fight against the enemy...

Calculating it this way!

The Fishing Guild seems to be left with only a handful of survivors!

But fortunately, Wushui Town has been taken.

The Fishing Guild is now the sole dominant force!

With the resources of the entire town, it shouldn't take long to recover a significant portion of their strength.

"Uncle Liu, it's over!"

"...Yes!"

Seeing Jiang Yi so nonchalantly resolve two Blood Qi Realm experts!

As easily as slicing vegetables!

Liu Sheng's mouth twitched slightly!

Comparing oneself to others could be infuriating!

But when he lowered his head!

He looked at the bloody scene of corpses strewn everywhere before him and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's over, but... the losses are heavy!"

"We'll take it slow, everything will get better!"

Jiang Yi spoke to comfort him.

At that moment, a figure rushed in from outside the door, their voice trembling.

They seemed incredibly excited!

"Dad, you... you're... you're still alive?"

"Peng..."

Upon seeing the person who arrived, a hint of joy appeared on Liu Sheng's face.

But as soon as those words were spoken!

His expression darkened!

"Slap!!!"

He raised his hand and smacked the person right on the head.

"Get lost!"

"What do you mean 'I'm still alive'? Are you already deciding your father is dead?"

"No, no, no!"

Liu Zhanpeng rubbed the back of his head, looking quite wronged.

"I didn't mean it like that. I meant... it's great that you're still alive, Dad..."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"Slap!"

Liu Zhanpeng: "..."

I... I've been wronged!!!

Wait!

Did I forget something?

A flicker of confusion crossed Liu Zhanpeng's eyes, but his clarity returned in the next instant.

Finally remembering, he smacked his own head, giving himself another blow.

Ignoring the pain, he said urgently, "Right!"

"Dad, Brother Yi, that Head Steward said he's not doing well! He has something important to tell you. Hurry and come with me!"

"What, the Head Steward... Quick, hurry and take me there!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Sheng struggled to get up!

Jiang Yi and Liu Zhanpeng helped him up together and they walked outside.

Outside, the Head Steward Zhao Jin was leaning against a broken courtyard wall.

Beside him!

A group of Fishing Guild disciples stood in silence!

He was already weak, his breath coming and going intermittently.

Clearly at the end of his rope!

After all, it was a fatal wound that pierced his heart with a sword.

Moreover, it was laced with the force possessed by a martial artist in the Tendon-refining realm.

Even someone in the Bone-Tempering Realm could hardly withstand it; his internal organs were already shattered.

He was only holding on by sheer willpower, temporarily propping himself up.

Anyone below the Bone-Tempering Realm would likely have been long dead!

"Head Steward!"

"Liu... Liu Sheng!"

The Head Steward was startled at first, then his face lit up with joy as he shakily extended a hand.

Liu Sheng also extended a hand and grasped it tightly!

"Good... Good, how are you? Are... are you okay?"

"It's nothing, just some minor injuries and exhaustion. I'll recover fully after some rest!"

"Then... then what about my godfather? How... how is he?"

"The Fishing Master fought hard against two from the He Family, and he... he..."

Seeing Liu Sheng hesitate to speak, how could Zhao Jin not understand?

"Godfather, cough……"

His eyes instantly dimmed, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out!

His aura grew increasingly weak!

"Head Steward, come here! Go, quickly find a doctor……"

But Zhao Jin waved his hand, his face ashen, and said with a bitter smile, "No…… No need!"

"My own…… body, how could I not know it……"

"Cough……"

Another mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out!

Mixed within the blood were large chunks of internal organs, a shocking sight!

"Cough cough……"

He looked up, first glancing at Jiang Yi, then turning to stare fixedly at Liu Sheng.

As if he had made some kind of decision!

His face flushed red!

It was like a final burst of energy before death!

He sat up directly, extending his other hand to cover the other side of Liu Sheng's hand.

He gripped it tightly with both hands!

"Liu Sheng, I want to hand this Fishing Guild over to you!"

"No……"

Before Liu Sheng could even think to refuse, Zhao Jin interrupted him with a serious expression, continuing:

"You cannot refuse. This not only represents my will, but also Godfather's will! Right now, no one is more suitable than you!"

"I……"

"This Fishing Guild, it will depend on you. Sigh, from now on, you'll have to work hard……"

Zhao Jin looked around the surroundings, gazing at each of the Fishing Guild disciples!

He announced loudly:

"Everyone, this steward has decided! I will pass the position of Fishing Master to the Fourth Steward, Liu Sheng! From this day forward! He, Liu Sheng, is your new Fishing Master! Come, everyone bow with me to pay respects to the Fishing Master!"

Upon hearing this, the Fishing Guild disciples cupped their hands into fists and bowed towards Liu Sheng!

In unison, they all shouted—

"Greetings, Fishing Master!"

"……Alas, everyone, please dispense with the formalities!"

Liu Sheng's expression struggled for a moment, then finally turned resolute.

He stood up and raised his hand!

He also cupped his hands in return!

When he turned to look at Zhao Jin again, his eyes were already closed, and his vital energy had completely vanished.

At the corner of his lips, a faint smile appeared.

"Sigh……"

Liu Sheng fell silent, letting out a long sigh!

"Head Steward, rest in peace……"

"Head Steward, rest in peace!"