The hands of the two martial artists had been utterly ruined!
Naturally!
The He Family's famed palm techniques could no longer be unleashed.
Seven or eight tenths of their strength had already been stripped away!
"You're too weak. Time to send you on your way!"
Jiang Yi said no more. He stepped forward and raised a hand!
Another palm came crashing down!
It was as though an invisible ancient cauldron had fallen from the heavens, weighing a thousand jun, intent on Suppressing and Killing him completely.
The Old He Family Patriarch had no time to dodge at all!
He could only watch helplessly as that palm came down with crushing force, terrifying power flooding straight into the crown of his head.
"Pfft!"
A massive head burst into pieces, red and white splattering everywhere!
The Old He Family Patriarch had fallen!
[Killed one Blood Qi Realm enemy, plundered 9 years of lifespan.]
"Now it's your turn!"
Jiang Yi turned around, his figure shooting out like an afterimage!
He arrived before the other man—the old man in yellow robes.
Just as before!
He raised his palm and pressed it down!
The man had almost no way to evade it. The palm directly shattered the arms he had raised in defense!
Its remaining force did not diminish!
It plunged into his skull, sending him to hell to accompany his brother on the road!
[Killed one Blood Qi Realm enemy, plundered 12 years of lifespan.]
The He Family's last Blood Qi Realm martial artist had died!
Jiang Yi withdrew his hand!
A tragic and fierce slaughter had completely drawn to a close with his arrival!
The He Family had been meant to sweep through the entire Fishing Guild and unify all of Wushui Town!
Yet unexpectedly!
Jiang Yi had emerged as an unforeseen variable.
He had turned the tables against the wind!
Of course!
The Fishing Guild itself had also suffered grievous losses!
The Fishing Master had fought to the death, while the Head Steward had been stabbed in the back, a sword piercing his chest. He likely did not have long to live.
The Second Steward had been purged by Jiang Yi himself!
And many Fishing Guild disciples had perished in battle against the enemy...
By that count!
It seemed the Fishing Guild only had a scattered handful left!
Fortunately, Wushui Town had been taken!
The Fishing Guild now stood alone at the top!
With the resources of the entire town, it presumably would not take long to recover much of its vitality.
"Uncle Liu, it's over!"
"...Yes!"
Watching Jiang Yi dispatch two Blood Qi Realm experts so casually!
It had been as easy as chopping melons and slicing vegetables!
The corner of Liu Sheng's mouth twitched slightly!
Comparisons between people could drive one to death from rage!
But when he lowered his head!
And saw the bloody sight of corpses strewn everywhere before him, he could not help letting out a long sigh.
"It's over, but... the losses have been devastating!"
"Take it slowly. Everything will get better."
Jiang Yi spoke to comfort him.
At that moment, a figure rushed in from outside, his voice trembling terribly.
He seemed overwhelmed with excitement!
"Dad, you... you're... you're still alive?"
"Peng..."
At the sight of the newcomer, a trace of joy had appeared on Liu Sheng's face.
But the moment he heard those words!
His face darkened!
"Slap!!!"
He raised his hand and smacked him across the head.
"Get lost!"
"What do you mean, I'm still alive? Have you already sentenced your father to death?"
"No, no, no!"
Liu Zhanpeng rubbed the back of his head, looking utterly aggrieved.
"That's not what I meant. 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 clarity returned the next instant.
Finally remembering, he slapped his own forehead, giving himself a blow.
Ignoring the pain, he hurriedly said,
"Right!"
"Dad, Brother Yi, the Head Steward said he's about to go!
He has important matters to explain. Hurry and come with me!"
"What? The Head Steward, he... Quick, take me to him!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Sheng hurriedly struggled to his feet!
Jiang Yi and Liu Zhanpeng supported him together as they headed outside.
Outside, Head Steward Zhao Jin was half-reclining against a broken courtyard wall.
At his side!
A group of Fishing Guild disciples stood in silent mourning!
By now, his breath had grown weak, flickering in and out.
He had clearly reached the point where the lamp had run dry and the oil was exhausted!
After all, this was a fatal wound from a sword piercing the heart!
It had also been mixed with the force possessed by someone in the Tendon-refining realm.
Even though he was in the Bone-Tempering Realm, he could not endure it. His internal organs had long since shattered.
He was merely holding on temporarily with one last breath.
Had it been someone below the Bone-Tempering Realm, the corpse would likely have long gone cold!
"Head Steward!"
"Liu... Liu Sheng!"
The Head Steward first froze, then joy appeared on his face as he tremblingly extended one hand.
Liu Sheng also extended a hand and clasped it tightly!
"Good... good. How are you? Are... are you all right?"
"It's nothing serious. Just a few injuries, along with exhaustion. With some time to recuperate, I'll recover completely!"
"Then... then what about Foster Father? How... how is he?"
"The Fishing Master fought desperately against two members of the He Family. He has already... already..."
Seeing Liu Sheng hesitate, how could Zhao Jin fail to understand?
"Foster Father, pfft..."
The light in his eyes instantly dimmed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood!
His breath grew ever weaker!
"Head Steward, someone! Go, hurry and fetch a doctor..."
But Zhao Jin waved a hand. His face was drained of all color as he gave a bitter smile.
"No... no need!"
"My own... body, how could I not know it myself..."
"Pfft..."
Another mouthful of blood sprayed out!
The blood was mixed with large chunks of internal organs, a ghastly sight to behold!
"Cough, cough..."
He raised his head, first glancing at Jiang Yi before turning to stare steadily at Liu Sheng.
It was as though he had made some kind of decision!
His face suddenly flushed red!
As though he had been granted one final flash of life!
He sat upright at once, stretching out his other hand to cover the other side of Liu Sheng's hand.
His two hands clenched down, gripping Liu Sheng's hand tightly!
"Liu Sheng, I want to hand this Fishing Guild over to you!"
"No..."
Without even thinking, Liu Sheng was about to refuse!
But Zhao Jin wore a solemn expression and forcibly cut him off, continuing:
"You cannot refuse. This does not merely represent my will—it is also Foster Father's will!
At present, no one is more suitable than you!"
"I..."
"This Fishing Guild will have to rely on you. Sigh, from now on, I'll have to trouble you to shoulder its burdens..."
Zhao Jin looked around, his gaze passing over each and every Fishing Guild disciple!
Then he declared in a ringing voice:
"Everyone, this Steward has made his decision!
The position of Fishing Master shall be passed to Fourth Steward Liu Sheng!
From this day onward!
Liu Sheng shall be your new Fishing Master!
Come, everyone, join me in paying your respects. Let us greet the Fishing Master together!"
Upon hearing this, the Fishing Guild disciples all cupped their fists and bowed toward Liu Sheng!
In one voice, they cried out together—
"Greetings, Fishing Master!"
"...Ah, everyone, please rise!"
Liu Sheng's expression struggled for a moment before finally hardening into resolve.
He stood and raised his hands!
He cupped his fists as well, returning their salute!
When he turned back to look at Zhao Jin again, Zhao Jin's eyes had already closed, and all vital energy had left his body!
At the corner of his lips, a faint smile still lingered.
"Sigh..."
Liu Sheng fell silent and let out a long sigh!
"Head Steward, may you have a good journey..."
"Head Steward, may you have a good journey!"
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