Chapter 1077: Steward Luo Dies, the Stepmother Is Furious

"Another guest has arrived, it's someone from your Huang family, do you know them?" Qinglong Daoren asked Huang Yan.

From a high vantage point, he could see everything inside the formation; Huang Yan stood beside Qinglong Daoren, these days he had not cultivated, had no mind to cultivate, the enemy had already killed to the gate, just one step away from finding him, how could he cultivate in peace?

As for this disciple of his, Huang Yan truly did not expect it; he did not think his younger brother would personally come to kill him. Back when they were in the Huang family, his relationship with his younger brother Huang Yang was not bad—it was not as close as true blood brothers, but it had not yet come to this.

"Luo Guan Jia, it was he who dealt me this vicious blow, he dug out my Flame Yang Bone." Seeing Luo Guan Jia, Huang Yan's fury flared, he wished to rush down and kill him immediately.

Enemies meeting, their eyes redden with hatred.

Qinglong Daoren pressed his hand down: "No need to be so angry; once he enters the formation he cannot escape, if you go now you're just sending yourself to death, better wait a few days, wait until he is nearly tormented by the formation, then go kill him."

"Since he is your enemy, then start with him."

Qinglong Daoren pointed his finger, the formation began to change; after Luo Guan Jia and the others entered the formation, they were immediately transferred to another place, mainly to let him experience the formation's true terror, his treatment was not as good as Huang Yang's.

No matter how you say it, Huang Yan is one's enemy; this person dug out my disciple's Flame Yang Bone, as a master I naturally cannot stand by and do nothing.

Luo Guan Jia and the others were transferred away, arriving at another formation; this is a Killing Formation, various killing moves unceasing, upon entering they experienced what terror and despair meant, the guards beside them fell one by one, becoming sacrifices of the formation.

"Ah—ah—ah!"

Shrill cries echoed within the formation, Huang Yang heard them, he stood up and stared not far away, a familiar voice, a familiar aura.

"This is Luo Guan Jia's voice, and also the voices of the Huang family guards."

"They have come, they are here to find me."

Huang Yang shouted: "Luo Guan Jia, is it you?"

However, he received no response.

Between formations, they are isolated from each other.

Only the shrill cries echoed back; this was Qinglong Daoren deliberately doing so, to let Huang Yang hear the cries of despair, to let him experience the terror that Luo Guan Jia and the others enjoyed.

"Ah—ah."

"No, I don't want to die."

"Don't kill me."

"No."

Guard after guard fell, the shrill cries never ceased.

In just half an hour, all the guards beside him were dead, leaving only himself.

Luo Guan Jia lay on the ground, one arm broken, his body covered with many wounds.

Tormented by the formation, besides physical torment there was also mental torment; this formation also had an Illusion Formation, making it impossible to distinguish those nearby.

Most of those guards died at the hands of their own comrades; he was the same, his arm was cut off by his own people.

Until everyone around him had fallen, Luo Guan Jia felt no excitement or joy, only… a chill.

"Evil, this formation is too evil."

"The Killing Formation hides an Illusion Formation; I don't know who set up this formation, it's also too wicked."

"Killing the person while attacking the heart—this is an excellent idea, utterly vicious."

"This move left him with lingering fear."

Luo Guan Jia's Dao heart was shattered.

The young master was not found; instead, we ourselves were ruined, he was almost crippled, one hand broken, his strength reduced to less than one-tenth.

Only half an hour had passed, yet the formation before him continued.

He regretted it; he should not have entered this formation.

But he now had no choice.

"We must leave this formation, we cannot die here."

At this moment, his mind held only one thought: leave this formation; as for the young master and such, he had long forgotten.

Moreover, that little beast Huang Yan was the same; his heart had collapsed.

Qinglong Daoren witnessed all this, coldly chuckling: "Tsk tsk, how miserable, mutual slaughter, truly interesting?"

"He is actually so ruthless, to stay alive he killed everyone; if we also put Huang Yang in, what would happen between the two of them?"

This sentence asks Huang Yan, does he want to see this scene?

Let them slaughter each other, then give him an opportunity.

Huang Yan staggered a moment, then said: "Master, do whatever you wish, no need to worry about the disciple."

"Letting them slaughter each other would be best; the disciple also wants to see what they will do?"

Human nature, cannot be tested.

Within the formation, the evil of human nature is being staged.

"Just waiting for your words, who do you think can survive between the two of them?" Qinglong Daoren moved his hand, transferring Huang Yang away.

Let them be in the same formation.

Huang Yan directly said: "Naturally it is my younger brother who will survive; although Luo Guan Jia is strong, if we really fought, he would not match my younger brother."

Huang Yang's strength is very strong.

This point, Huang Yan is very clear; Luo Guan Jia is certainly inferior.

"I also think so, Elder Xinran, what about you?"

Elder Xinran said lightly: "Naturally it is this brat Huang Yang who will win; with an Extreme Yang Body plus a Flame Yang Bone, I cannot think of a reason for him to be killed."

The three shared the same view; as for the outcome, we will wait and see.

Huang Yang was transferred to a brand-new formation, his brows furrowed, he stared at his surroundings.

Mist obscured everything; inside the Killing Formation, the stench of blood filled the air, the ground littered with guards' corpses; Huang Yang instantly recognized their identity—these were the guards beside his mother, all of them dead.

Killed by their own people.

Seeing this, Huang Yang's brows furrowed: "They slaughtered each other? How is that possible?"

"Their manner of death looks just like Steward Luo's methods; why would Steward Luo do that?"

"Huh?"

"Huang Yang's expression changed, for he felt a killing intent, coming from Steward Luo's killing intent, and a figure appeared before him."

"Steward Luo came forward holding a blade, his target was him; obviously, he had come to kill him."

""How dare you impersonate Young Master Huang Yang; you deserve death, you deserve to be killed.""

"Steward Luo muttered mad words, directly swung his blade to hunt and kill; his first move was the Blade Technique Divine Ability, every strike lethal."

""Steward Luo, it's me, Huang Yang.""

"Huang Yang declared his identity, but it was useless; Steward Luo's killing intent was already set."

""Trying to deceive me is impossible.""

""I won't be tricked; kill—make him die.""

"Steward Luo's eyes turned red; he only wanted to kill, to kill him, to slaughter everyone before him."

"He trusts no one; only by killing them all can he survive."

"Huang Yang dodged again and again, but Steward Luo's movements were faster; he only wanted to kill him, even if only one hand remained, it was the same."

"In the life-and-death struggle, Huang Yang had no choice but to act."

"After the two fought for a quarter hour, Huang Yang punched Steward Luo away, then subdued him."

""Steward Luo, it's me, I'm Huang Yang, I'm not an illusion.""

"Steward Luo's eyes regained focus, fixed on Huang Yang, and then he burst into loud laughter: ""Hahaha.""

""Young Master, old servant has finally found you, cough cough cough.""

"He coughed up a mouthful of blood; Steward Luo's body had reached its limit, he could no longer hold on."

"Vitality faded, source depleted."