Chapter 1090: Father Huang Longji, the utmost shameless

Huang Yan ran.

He ran very fast; upon discovering the situation was off, he ran.

If he couldn't win and still didn't run, that would be foolish; he didn't want to die in the formation, nor did he want to give Huang Yang an opportunity.

As long as Huang Yang stays in the formation, he has plenty of ways to kill him—just wear him down: if one day doesn't work, then ten days; if ten days don't work, then a month; if a month doesn't work, then a year; he has plenty of time.

Luo Feifei died, greatly reducing his resentment; toward his younger brother Huang Yang, he was not in a hurry.

Having left the formation and returned to Longshe Shan, he gasped, "Master, disciple has returned."

Qinglong Daoren witnessed this scene, laughing and crying: "Master, I thought you would keep fighting him; I never expected you to run."

This behavior was quite interesting; Qinglong Daoren neither blamed nor praised him.

"Master, if I don't run again, I'll really die."

"My younger brother is not weak; he has been concealing his cultivation; I made a mistake."

Huang Yan admitted his mistake; he had almost died inside, but fortunately he was smart and did not engage in direct combat.

Instead, he chose to hide in the rear, waiting for Huang Yang to reach his limit—that would be the time for him to act.

When it came time to kill, he would appear; Huang Yan suffered a loss this time and did not want to fall into the trap again.

"Indeed, the gap between your strength and his is too great." Qinglong Daoren said: "Only a short year has passed; your cultivation hasn't recovered yet. Give it a few more years, and you'll regain your cultivation, and even surpass it."

"Master, I understand, so I chose to run back; I'm not stupid—if I clash head‑on with him and lose, he'll kill me."

"The initiative is in the disciple's hands; the disciple will not take risks."

"Smart." Qinglong Daoren praised him.

"You finally understand; you don't need to rush, take it slow."

Qinglong Daoren pointed at the frantic Huang Yang inside the formation and smiled: "He's the one who should be anxious; at this rate of venting, he'll be exhausted in just a few days."

"By then, be cautious; wait about ten days, and he'll have no strength left to resist—that'll be your moment to act."

That is the safest course; Qinglong Daoren imparted this disciple… true experience.

Endure, be cautious, cannot be careless.

Especially at times like this, one must stay calm.

"Disciple understands." Huang Yan clasped his hands.

He more or less understood his master's meaning, also knew his master's kindness toward him; this is genuine life‑saving experience.

Elder Xinran stood to the side, watching, saying nothing.

This Huang Yan kid still has a bit of brains; otherwise, he would truly have been abandoned.

Inside the formation.

Huang Yang was violently raging, destroying everything around.

After venting, Huang Yang stood on the ground, looking at his mother's corpse; his anger faded.

"Mother."

He picked up his mother's corpse, placed it into his storage ring, so her corpse would not be harmed.

He intended to take his mother's corpse away, leaving this formation.

Huang Yan hid; he could not be found, and thus could not be killed.

"Mother, I will take you away."

"Huang Yan will surely die; wait for me to avenge you."

Huang Yang calmed down.

He retracted the Flame Yang Bone and Extreme Yang Body on his person, no longer consuming his own true qi.

This battle has consumed more than half of his strength; if it continues, he may follow his mother's fate.

"Damn Huang Yan, actually hiding—he deliberately provoked me to make me explode, and then…"

Huang Yang knew Huang Yan too well; at a glance he saw through his plan.

By exhausting himself, constantly provoking himself, losing his rationality, he became Huang Yan's prey; in the end, Huang Yan killed him stealthily—just like his mother—one slip and it's death.

His mother's fate is likely his own.

Huang Yang clenched his fists, glanced at the surrounding guards' corpses, many of which had been burned.

Some residue remained on the ground; Huang Yang frowned tightly: "Huang Yan is not easy to deal with; he surely has help behind him, otherwise, with his intellect, he could not have set up such a formation, nor could he have returned to the path of cultivation."

Without the Flame Yang Bone, Huang Yan once again stepped onto the path of cultivation; moreover, his path is clearly different from before.

Without opportunity, he does not believe in it.

Wanting to kill Huang Yan is not that easy; once that person hides, he won't easily show up.

All we can do is wait.

Huang Yang must lie low, cannot be found by Huang Yan, nor suffer a sneak attack from him.

Outside the Mangshan Mountain Range.

Huang Longji arrived.

He brought several people with him, all experts of the Huang Family; these people are all True Destiny Realm experts, the Huang Family's foundation.

This time he came, he wants to bring back his sons—both sons—and also capture his wife.

This matter cannot continue to be wrong; he must suppress them, lest the two sons fight each other.

"Family Head, ahead is the Mangshan Mountain Range; are we really going to enter the Mangshan Mountain Range?" an elder beside him asked.

This is his second uncle.

He is one of the Huang Family's elders, one of those who control the Huang Family.

"Second uncle, Yang'er and Yan'er are both inside; we cannot retreat, we must find them—this concerns the Huang Family's century‑long plan; those two must not come to harm." Huang Longji said solemnly.

As for the others, he need not worry, nor need to come in person.

These are his two sons, the two most talented of the Huang family.

The Huang family has waited hundreds of years for two talents to appear; how could we let them die so easily?

Second Uncle Huang Wufeng pondered and said, "Family Head, this is too risky; if we enter the Mangshan Mountain Range, we will surely attract the attention of the Mangshan Demon Palace, and by then, wanting to leave won't be that easy."

"The Mangshan Demon Palace is not easy to deal with; even if a random Demon King came, our Huang family couldn't resist."

"How could Yan'er and Yang'er have gone into the Mangshan Mountain Range? What did they discover?"

Huang Longji remained silent, offering no explanation or clarification.

One cannot say that his own wife, in order to kill his eldest son, would not hesitate to bring people to commit murder.

Brother fighting brother is a taboo of the Huang family.

Yet he tacitly approved of this; if word got out, his position as Family Head would surely be over.

The other old man beside him watched Huang Longji's expression change, his eyes turning slightly cold; he seemed to know something.

"Second Brother, Family Head, let's go; there's no delay—we must find them quickly, lest something happen to them."

"Third Brother, I'll listen to you." Huang Wufeng glanced at his younger brother, knowing this brother certainly knew something.

The two exchanged a glance, said nothing, and Huang Longji, without explaining, led the people into the Mangshan Mountain Range.

Huang Wufeng walked to his younger brother Huang Wuheng's side, sent a voice transmission to inquire, and then his expression turned grim.