That night, Tian-ti did not sleep well. What Fu Hiong-kun did was like a knife that cut his heart. The words spoken by Rain were like poisoned needles that pierced Tian-ti's skin bit by bit. So far, what else could Thian-ti say in defense of his granddaughter...? The silence inside Siau-yau-kok felt increasingly tense.
Especially on the second day. Early in the morning in front of the cave which is the entrance to Siau-yau-kok, five coffins were lined up. No one knows when the coffins were placed there. Above each chest were written the names Thian-ti, Rain, Wind, Lightning and Thunder.
Without a doubt it must be Song Ngo Lin who sent these coffins. After Fu Hiong-kun betrayed and sided with the young man, it's not surprising that Siau-yau-kun's headquarters was soon discovered.
Seeing the five coffins and the names written on them, Thian-ti was almost lost. Especially after he received a report from his men that Suma Hong was found dead outside the valley.
Thian-ti almost vomited blood. On Suma Hong's corpse there is still a piece of writing: "Whoever disguises himself as a disciple of Wudang-pay must die!"
The faces of every Siau-yau-kok member immediately turned dark. All of this must be Song Ngo Lin's handiwork. His revenge was starting to show. Thian-ti clucked and screamed like thunder rumbled. He ordered his men to check all of Siau-yau-kok.
After a busy day, they couldn't find anything suspicious. Finally Thian-ti collected Rain, Wind, Thunder and Lightning. They immediately called a meeting to discuss this matter.
“This she Song brat is absolutely not to be looked down upon. If only Jade-su had killed him from the start. Now his martial arts knowledge is so high. Maybe even higher than Song Liong Tojin himself during his lifetime,” said Geledek grumblingly.
“That's right. But we don't have to worry. As high as the squirrel jumps, one day it will surely fall too. If it wasn't for Hiong-kun to help him, we would have managed to get rid of the bedbugs. We need to find a way to trap him,” said the Wind.
“I believe he deliberately sent us into a frenzy so that our guard was reduced. The four of you must strictly guard our artificial lake. I believe his goal must be to save Song Han from this place!” said Thian-ti warned.
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The place to confine Song Han had five passages. The five of them guarded every street. A flute as a call signal is available in each hand. Whoever saw first
Song Ngo Lin had to blow the flute so that they all gathered.
In this way, they could join forces to gang up on Song Ngo Lin. Just like our own five fingers.
If only one finger, certainly not much he can do. But if the five fingers are combined, many benefits can be achieved.
After arranging everything, Thian-ti returned to his guard post. Suddenly he saw the Faceless Man approaching in a hurry.
"Han Cong, did you find anything?" he asked nervously.
The Faceless Man did not answer. He lunged straight in front of Thian-ti. It was at that moment, the new old creature sensed something was amiss. But it was too late, the person who was called Han Cong had already hit his chest with a pair of palms.
Thian-ti's entire bowels quivered. He's considered strong. His endurance is great. Maybe it had something to do with being cooped up in the cold lake for twenty years.
His pair of arms immediately spread out to meet the black clothed human's third attack.
"Who are you?" snapped Thian-ti fiercely.
The man in black immediately took off his pandan hat and threw it in front of Thian-ti. You see a familiar face. Tian-ti's eyes shone sharply.
“Song Ngo Lin!” A pair of palms greeted the pandan hat that slid in. In the blink of an eye, the pandan hat shattered into pieces.
"It is me!" shouted Song Ngo Lin as he lunged forward to attack again.
Thian-ti met the attack several times in succession. "What a vicious and devious way of meddling," he sneered.
Song Ngo Lin laughed coldly. "Still doesn't count anything when compared to you parents," he said calmly. The attacks are getting more intense.
Thian-ti was pushed back one step. He quickly took out a bamboo flute and blew it three times. Hearing the sound of the flute blowing, Song Ngo Lin immediately jumped backwards.
Thian-ti immediately gave chase. Rain, Wind, Lightning, and Thunder who heard the sound of the signal, simultaneously they ran closer. Coming out of the secret room, Song Ngo Lin charged straight into the valley. Several Siau-yau-kok members tried to block them, but one by one they fell down by Song Ngo Lin's sword sweep.
He shot toward the waterfall. But he didn't barge into it. His feet stampede, his body shot up over the waterfall! Thian-ti, Rain, Wind, Lightning, and Thunder kept chasing. The Siau-yau-kok members who were on patrol also scattered out. Meanwhile, there are others who are thrilled so that they are topsy-turvy. The lanterns were immediately lit. The situation became clear in an instant.
Song Ngo Lin didn't care about anything else. He continued to shoot forward. Along the way he also did not dodge or hide. Behind him the five Thian-ti continued to give intense pursuit.
Approximately three li from outside the valley there is a small hut. Song Ngo Lin kept barging into the house and barricading the door tightly. In the house there is light.
Song Ngo Lin took a glance through the window. Then it sped up and disappeared again. The five Thian-ti chased to that place. They scattered themselves surrounded from five directions. The wind fluttered his sleeves. A speck of fiery light shot up and lit up in the sky.
The light of the lanterns and the flaming torches that were in the distance in no time approached them. In an instant, the hut was surrounded by hundreds of Siau-yau-kok members.
"Song Ngo Lin, if you dare, come out!" shouted Thian-ti by mustering his inner strength. Just as he finished speaking, a fresh blood spurted out of his mouth.
Apparently Song Ngo Lin's palm was quite hard. Thian-ti was already quite badly injured inside. Plus he screamed with internal strength, then without being able to hold it in anymore, he immediately vomited fresh blood.
"If you dare, just go inside you guys!" came Song Ngo Lin's reply from inside the hut. This was followed by the door opening wide.
Thian-ti's anger exploded instantly. His whole body was shaking. The wind rushed at him. “Loyacu, how are you?” he asked worriedly.
"It's okay," said Thian-ti, waving his hand. Several shadowy figures immediately lunged forward.
The six people were members of the death squad from Siau-yau-kok. Their clothes are different from the other Siauyau members. They wear red clothes with a black stripe around the neck collar. Their hands were all holding machetes.
The six people recklessly lunged in. There was a heart-rending scream. One by one they were thrown out and then slammed on the ground. All of them vomited fresh blood and did not rise forever.
Thian-ti gritted his teeth tightly. Again he waved his hand.
Six members of the death squad attacked again. This time it's even sadder. Not yet reaching the door, one by one they had collapsed covered in secret weapons that Song Ngo Lin had dropped from inside the hut. Rain who saw the situation, furrowed his brows instantly.
“This brat mastered Wudang-climbing-tricks. The jit-amgi he studied had reached a very high level. It's not easy to deal with it this way," he said.
Tian-ti's eyes darted around. He saw the looks on the faces of his men, most of them were already nervous and scared. Their hearts must have been thrilled to witness their twelve friends die in the blink of an eye. Thian-ti considered for a moment.
"Prepare Ci-cian-sen-kou (a type of arrow but bigger in size like a hook and the tip is connected with a rope from a strong tree root)!" he ordered later.
The Siau-yau-how come members could only heave a sigh of relief. They split into two parts. From inside the hut there was not the slightest reaction. Moments later, the Siau-yau-kok members regrouped. They seemed to have understood what Thian-ti meant.
The hook to which the rope is connected is prepared. As soon as Thian-ti's order was sent down, they immediately shot at the hook from all directions.
A hundred more long ropes flew through the air and stuck above the hut. It looks more like a tangled cobweb.
"Pull!" shouted Thian-ti once again.
The Siau-yau-kok members immediately gathered on their respective ropes and pulled as hard as they could. It's no different from a child playing tug of war. It's just that they are not pitting their strength against each other, but pitting their strength against the hut. There was a loud swishing sound, slowly the roof of the house began to retract, then it shattered into pieces.
Inside the hut there is still light. Song Ngo Lin sat down
beside the table. He didn't move at all. Rain, Wind, Lightning, and Thunder rushed all at once. Shurikens and machetes and swords flashed. Song Ngo Lin who was dressed up as a Faceless Man still showed no reaction. The pandan hat was slashed by Lightning's sword. Geledek's machete followed quickly and slashed the man's head. The skull rolled over the ground.
Now her face is clearly visible. It turned out to be a Faceless Man. Rain, Wind, Lightning, and Thunder were stunned.
The thunder was so angry. He stabbed the lantern on the table. Lightning Sword also slashed the table itself apart. Suddenly Rain's eyes shone brightly.
"Look!" there was a big hole under the table.
Thian-ti darted into the hut. He immediately saw the skull of the Faceless Man lying on the ground. His anger was overflowing.
“We were completely trapped by that rotten brat!” he shouted furiously.
Wind's face darkened instantly. “That brat must have escaped from that underground pit. He must have gone to help Song Han. Let's go after him!"
Thian-ti waved his hand. “It's useless! It must be too late!”
"Then, what should we do?" asked Wind panicked.
Thian-ti calmly stepped out. He stood tall among the strong gusts of wind. In fact he himself did not know what to do. Right at that moment, members of the Siau-yau-kok came running over nervously. He knelt in front of Thian-ti and said a few words.
Rain, Wind, Lightning and Thunder who witnessed the incident, quickly approached.
"Loya, what's the news?"
"I think we've lost out. Little did I know there is still a bit of hope,” said Thian-ti while stroking his beard. Even though he didn't say it frankly, it was certain that the report given by their members earlier was definitely encouraging news.
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What is reported is good news. Several members of Siauyau-kok have managed to find the hiding place of Song Ngo Lin and Fu Hiong-kun. Thian-ti asked his subordinates to chase to that place. But they were still one step too late.
Song Ngo Lin had already succeeded in saving Song Han. He quickly returned to his hiding place. After that he prepared a horse-drawn carriage and told Fu Hiong-kun to get on and set off immediately. Rain, Wind, Lightning, Thunder, and Thian-ti who heard the horses neigh immediately turned around to the back of the temple.
The rain doesn't care about anything else. He immediately jumped into the air and threw a bunch of poison needles with Man-tian-hue-ho (rain of flowers filled the sky).
Song Ngo Lin spun his sword around and Rain's needles scattered without a single hit.
Rain opened its mouth wide. A large poison needle shot out of its mouth.
The target this time was Fu Hiong-kun's shoulder!
His hands didn't move. Meanwhile, Song Ngo Lin's eyes only paid attention to a pair of hands. Of course he didn't have time to fend off this one needle. The needle immediately slid into the carriage. Song Ngo Lin's body flashed. He lunged into the carriage, his hand raised, his whip swept downwards. Horses run like crazy. It was at that time that Fu Hiong-kun realized that his shoulder had been pierced by a poisoned Rain needle.
Tian-ti's body, Rain, Wind, Lightning and Thunder flew down. Their eyes all glanced towards the horse carriage that was already far down the road. Their faces were really unsightly. This time they really lost face.
Thunder slammed his machete into the ground. "This brat's age is really long!" he's getting annoyed.
Rain laughed coldly.
“That slave Fu Hiong-kun has been hit by my poisoned needle. Within seven days, if he doesn't find an antidote, he will surely die in great agony. I want to see how that she Song brat handles it!”
Hearing those words, Tian-ti's face darkened even more. –––
The horse-drawn carriage continues to be driven far away. Song Ngo Lin still didn't stop the whip in his hand. From inside the train came Song Han's voice, "Ngo Lin, stop the train for a moment."
Song Ngo Lin immediately agreed. He stops the train in
side of the road. "Supek, what's wrong?" he asked nervously.
"Let's see Fu-kouwnio!"
Song Ngo Lin was very surprised. He quickly jumped down from his seat at the front. He pulled back the curtains of the carriage and went inside. He saw Fu Hiongkun sitting in a corner with his body trembling non-stop. Song Ngo Lin immediately lit a candle. Under the light of the candle, you can see Fu Hiong-kun's face which is as white as a sheet of white paper. There is even a creepy impression.
“Fu-kouwnio, how are you?” he asked anxiously. He supported Fu Hiong-kun's body and helped him sit up straight. It was at that moment that he saw the poisoned needle that had dug into the girl's shoulder. “Rain Needles!” Song Ngo Lin's face immediately changed.
Of course Song Han also knew how poisonous the Rain needle Song Ngo Lin mentioned was. He laughed out loud.
“Ngo Lin, this girl has not only instilled kindness in both of us. He also contributed greatly to Wudangpay. We have to find a way to save her after all,” Song Han said.
Song Ngo Lin nodded his head. Even without being ordered by Song Han, he couldn't just leave Fu Hiong-kun alone. He quickly tapped several pathways of blood around Fu Hiong-kun's wound to keep the poison from spreading.
But that girl had been exposed to Rain's poisoned needles long enough. The poison has partially spread. He couldn't speak anymore. Not even moaning. Song Ngo Lin was as confused as an ant roasting on the stove. Sitting is wrong, standing is wrong.
Suddenly his eyes shone brightly. He was reminded of someone. Unknowingly he shouted, “Don't be afraid, Supek. Still helped!”
“What other sense can you think of?” Song Han asked frantically.
"We must immediately take Fu-kouwnio to Hayliong Lojin's place," said Song Ngo Lin.
“Hay-liong Lojin? Hay-liong Lojin from Go-bi-pay?” asked Song Han.
Song Ngo Lin nodded his head.
“This old man has long been no match for It-im Taysu, the deceased Ciangbunjin Go-bi-pay. I don't know where he went after leaving Go-bi-san. We never heard from him again.”
“I know where that person is,” Song Ngo Lin said without delay. He jumped down and climbed in front of the train. Then whipped the horse like a madman.
Song Han also didn't ask much anymore.
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Even though the rain needles were fiercely poisoned, they still couldn't trouble Hay-liong Lojin, who had very high medical knowledge. But it took him nearly a month to force all the poison out until it was clean.
During this time, Song Ngo Lin had always served beside him. Even though Fu Hiong-kun didn't say anything, it was clear from the light in his eyes how much he was touched and grateful to Song Ngo Lin.
When there was free time, or when Fu Hiong-kun had fallen into a deep sleep, Song Ngo Lin often accompanied Song Han for conversations, just like tonight.
"Ngo Lin, when you remember how we treated you in the past, Supek feels really embarrassed," said Song Han while taking a deep breath.
Song Ngo Lin laughed bitterly.
"Supek don't say that. Now everything is clear. This is what matters most.”
“That's right. But I still don't understand. Why won't your father tell me frankly about you?
If he had dared to tell everything from the beginning, surely there would be no slander against you."
Song Ngo Lin took a deep breath. "Supek, I'm sorry if Tecu's words offended you..."
"What is it? Just say it ...."
"If you look at Supek's previous character, it is not certain that Supek can accept this fact. Moreover, my father has served as Ciangbunjin Wudang-pay. He was forced to sacrifice his own feelings for the glory of Wudangpay. I feel that all of this is indeed the fate of Thian.”
Song Han laughed heartily. “What you say is true, Ngo Lin. Back then I certainly could not accept this fact even if your father had the courage to tell it. According to my custom, I would definitely be furious. Aih… after going through various hardships and disasters, I realized that my stance had been too firm.”
"Supek ...." Song Ngo Lin's head bowed deeply.
He didn't want to show his sadness. But how could Song Han's old eyes be fooled.
"What else are you worried about?"
“Xiao Rong , he...”
Song Han's face darkened instantly. "I don't know what happened to him either. Maybe he already...”
"Tecu has tried to investigate Kian-wei-piaukiok, but the escort company has been closed. There's no one left. Hopefully he's still alive. According to Fu-kouwnio's statement, Thian-ti did order Fu Giok-su to kill him. But he didn't have the heart. It's a shame that Fu-kouwnio doesn't know what will happen to Xiao Rong anymore.”
“Humph! That traitorous human! Anything he can do. Where are the words that do not reach the heart in his life dictionary!”
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Song Ngo Lin quickly opened it. Hay-liong Lojin stood at the door with a serious face.
"Locianpwe... haven't slept yet?" said Song Ngo Lin.
Song Han also went straight to the old man
That.
"Hay-liong-heng, Siaute thinks Hay-liong-heng's arrival must have some important business, right?"
Hay-liong Lojin nodded his head then walked in. He sat on the balustrades.
"Regarding Yan Toheng's illness, Lohu has already rummaged through various medical books. The result is still to be helped...”
"Is it true? When will the Locianpwe treatment start?” asked Song Ngo Lin with a beaming face.
"Wait a minute. There is a kind of medicine that can restore lost internal energy and reconnect severed veins. Its name is cang-pu, a kind of long leaf with red roots. Only blooms in summer. This type of leaves and roots is not difficult to find. But what we need is the thirteen-rooted cang-pu. This is the problem. Cang-pu usually has only nine roots. Ten alone is hard to find, let alone thirteen. This type is only found in Fu-sang (Japan) in a valley called Yi-ho-kok. The valley is full of poison. After all, it's guarded by the Yi-ho-pai tribe who understand sorcery."
“Tecu doesn't care. After all Tecu has to go there. There's nothing wrong with trying right?
Previously Song Han was still forbidding. So did Hay-liong Lojin. But Song Ngo Lin's decision seemed to be irrevocable. Finally they were forced to grant also his request.
Two months later. Sunny morning. Song Ngo Lin pleaded with Song Han and Hay-liong Lojin to head east to Fu-sang country. Fu Hiongkun drove up to the front door. He repeatedly warned Song Ngo Lin to be careful.
Song Han didn't say anything. He only thought about how to repay Song Ngo Lin in the future. Regarding the young man's life history which was so sad and deplorable, he felt sorry and compassionate. If time could be turned back, he would love Song Ngo Lin with all his heart. As for Ci-siong, he could only take a deep breath. He knew his sute's suffering was quite heavy. You could even say he kept everything under wraps until his death.
How sad is the heart of a man who can't admit his own child, even in his whole life he has never been called father.
Hay-liong Lojin even escorted Song Ngo Lin to the exit. Apparently he still had words to say to the young man.
“If you run into Zhao Bouw again, please drag him here. If you break his legs and arms, I won't blame you!" Hay-liong Lojin said it seriously. “That impudent brat was chased here by Hek-pai-noon-mo several tens of days ago. In fact, he told Hek-pai-noon-mo that I would propose to this slave girl named Yi Pei-sa. Finally he made me fight the two black-and-white demons. He instead used the opportunity to escape. Sam Cun who tried to get in the way was tied with a rope to a tree. He also stole some of my hard-to-find medicines!”
Hearing the old man's story, Song Ngo Lin couldn't help but laugh bitterly. He knew that Zhao Bouw's aim was actually the secret of the Hek-pai-noon-mo heritage. So he used all kinds of machinations. But unexpectedly, this human actually dared to outwit Hay-liong Lojin, who was still his spouse.
“The only disciple that can be relied on is the sneaky kind. It seems that the glory of Go-bi-pay really ran out in that generation,” said Hay-liong Lojin while looking up at the sky and taking deep breaths repeatedly.
His eyes looked at Song Ngo Lin's departure. Then he turned around to return to the house. From a distance, Sam Cun can be seen jogging accompanying a Go-bi-pay student. The Go-bi-pay student brought news to Hayliong Lojin. This news should have been good news, but as soon as he heard it Hay-liong Lojin actually pranced angrily.
"Without Lohu's permission, who dares to use the name ciangbunjin to gather Go-bi-pay disciples?" the old man cursed frantically. He ordered Sam Cun to clean up the supplies and immediately set off right away.
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Hay-liong Lojin quickly headed to Pek-hua-lim, the name of a forest whose trees have white flowers. That was why the place was called the Forest of White Flowers. The Go-bi-pay disciples had already gathered at that place. The one calling them was not someone else, but Zhao Bouw!
Zhao Bouw used his authority as It-im Taysu's only disciple. He persuaded the Go-bi-pay students who were scattered outside to gather at this Pek-hua-lim.
The goal is to destroy Bu-ti-bun and revive the glory of Go-bi-pay. He also emphasized that the aim of attacking Bu-ti-bun was mainly to take revenge for It-im Taysu's death. Therefore, the average Go-bi-pay student immediately agreed to his intention.
The Go-bi-pay students who thought that Zhao Bouw's heart was sincere and loyal immediately chose him as a replacement for It-im Taysu who had died and served as the new generation ciangbunjin. They had just dropped to their knees, when Hay-liong Lojin floated down in the middle with a loud snap.
"Zhao Bouw doesn't deserve to be Ciangbunjin Go-bi-pay!"
The audience was stunned for a moment. They stood in droves. Zhao Bouw was still calm. There was not the slightest hint of trepidation on his face. He instead came forward to welcome Hay-liong Lojin.
“Susiok's arrival is really appropriate. With Susiok leading the appointment ceremony, everything will run smoothly and lively. There is no one else who is more deserving of being a witness and is also the only one of the older generation that is still alive, "he said seriously.
Hay-liong Lojin pointed at Zhao Bouw with glaring eyes, “Your guts are getting bigger and bigger every day!”
Zhao Bouw's face grew serious.
“Before closing her eyes, Master really didn't have time to convey any messages. But as the only student of Ciangbunjin Go-bi-pay, Tecu feels he has the right to continue this position. It feels right, doesn't it?"
“You took away a Tibetan girl. Stealing Hek-pai-noon-mo heresy learning. You don't deserve to be Go-bi-pay's student at all! Right now I as Tianglo Go-bipay expel you from this college!” said Hay-liong Lojin firmly.
The audience became confused to see this development. They looked at each other. Zhao Bouw laughed out loud instead.
"In the past, you parents weren't willing to comply with the Go-bi-pay regulations and just left the college. Actually you yourself have long been no longer a Go-bi-pay student. Now still not ashamed to call myself Tianglo Go-bi-pay!”
Hay-liong Lojin was furious. Once again he pointed at Zhao Bouw, “Apostate disciple. Your mouth is really impolite. Dare you fight the old generation. What punishment should you receive?”
"I understand you parents have always had bad intentions. You really didn't expect Go-bi-pay to make a comeback!” Zhao Bouw replied in an even voice.
“You dare to recklessly ramble again, I will kill you directly!” shouted Hay-liong Lojin almost broke his head.
“It seems you old man didn't just want to kill me. You really want to kill all the Go-bi-pay students to the end. Secretly, of course, you are happy that It-im Taysu and our other brothers were all killed.
Thus, Go-bi-pay has no hope of getting back on its feet, and you too have been venting your grudges since leaving Go-bisan!”
Zhao Bouw understood the old man's temper very well. Every word he issued was deliberately angered by Hay-liong Lojin.
Hay-liong Lojin was so angry that he laughed out loud.
"Good! I didn't expect It-im Suheng to be able to educate a student who is so loyal and upholds justice!”
Zhao Bouw's demeanor was still as friendly and polite as before. “Cianpwe praises too much,” but his nickname for Hay-liong Lojin has changed. He didn't call Susiok anymore, but Cianpwe.
"Good! Today let this person you call Cianpwe help It-im Taysu clean up his college!”
His sword was immediately drawn. Audible, “singg!” and a bunch of sparkling lights.
"Sorry ...." Kuan Zhao Bouw quietly retracted
the sword. Two index and middle fingers pressed against the hilt of the sword. For starters, he immediately deployed the last three moves of Lok-jit-kiam-hoat.
Hay-liong Lojin's sword stretched forward and then vibrated. The move he played was the same as Zhao Bouw. Suddenly his feet moved and slid forward.
Zhao Bouw greeted from the opposite direction.
“Trang!” Their swords clashed and then released again. Things are still in balance. They did not stop but continued to fight excitingly. In an instant the surroundings of the place were enveloped by dancing blade glints.
“Trang! Tring! Trang!” the sound of their clashing blades was like a deafening discordant rhythm. Their bodies flashed quickly forming shadows. It seemed that they were not fighting but were complaining about the strength of each other's swords because many times their swords clashed and then released again after that they clashed again. Keep doing it over and over again.
The same kiam-hoat, the movements are no different. First of all, it looks like they are equally strong, aka balanced.
But after attacking thirty-six times, Zhao Bouw began to take control. Hay-liong Lojin was starting to get overwhelmed. His feet pushed back a few steps. He could only follow Zhao Bouw's movements.
The move Zhao Bouw used was indeed the last three moves of his Lok-jit-kiam-hoat teachings. But besides his powerful strength, he has added to the prowess of his swordsmanship with the soft power he stole from Hek-pai-noon-mo.
Now his Lok-jit-kiam-hoat knowledge has reached a level of perfection. That was why he dared to fight Hay-liong Lojin without the slightest bit of flinch. Previously he had calculated his own strength until it matured. Judging from his cunning nature, before he was sure, how could he dare to gather Go-bi-pay's surviving students and announce himself as ciangbunjin. He knew Hay-liong Lojin would be furious. But relying on his strength now, he didn't look down on the old man anymore.
In a state of urgency, Hay-liong Lojin's anger flared even more. From his eyes flashed a fiery red light. He roared with rage and recklessly lunged forward, using all his might to play the last move of Lok-jit-kiam-hoat.
A streak of glittering sword light shone on Zhao Bouw's face. The young man simply shifted his feet two steps to the side. The attack of the powerful parents also missed the target.