Chapter 1093: Huang Longji and Huang Yang

Huang Longji and the others who had been observing in place suddenly moved, walking toward the front.

After half an hour, some corpses appeared before everyone; they were dried up, showing how miserable and terrifying their deaths had been. Huang Longji squatted down to examine them; after checking, he looked ahead and saw more corpses scattered about, horribly miserable.

"Family Head, these people are all from the Luo Family; Luo Feifei seems unlikely to survive."

Huang Wufeng's voice carried a hint of happiness; he disliked this woman Luo Feifei, even said he hated her, really hated her, relying on Huang Yang's talent, he considered himself the female master of the Huang Family.

He also wanted to seize their power; truly laughable.

The Huang Family is not her Luo Family; a mere Luo Family woman dares to covet the Huang Family's power and even wants to control it—she's overreaching.

He had long wanted to kill those Luo Family people, but unable to, out of respect for the Family Head's face, he refrained from acting.

Huang Wuheng glanced at the Family Head, pointing ahead and said, "Family Head, is that... Yang'er?"

Not far ahead, there was a figure with disheveled hair sitting there, motionless.

It looked as if he had died; Huang Longji lifted his head, pupils constricting, he didn't bother with the corpses on the ground and quickly went toward Huang Yang—that was his son Huang Yang's back. At this moment, Huang Longji only wanted to approach and see his son's condition.

Finally, having approached, he saw the features and confirmed it was his own son, not someone else.

It was not an illusion; it was real.

"Yang'er." Huang Longji's voice trembled as he stared at the figure before him; there was no trace of his son's former genius bearing; now he resembled a lifeless corpse, and if he weren't still breathing, he might have thought his son was already dead.

"Yang'er, it's Father, Father has come; are you alright?"

Huang Longji asked, choking with emotion, checked his son's condition, confirmed his son was still alive, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Around there was no one else, only traces of battle—the fire-attribute element of the Flame Yang Bone; the entire formation interior was filled with it, mist enveloped the surroundings, yet one could still sense the battle's traces.

Upon hearing this, Huang Yang lifted his head and saw his father Huang Longji before him; at that moment, he felt as if he had found his mainstay.

Gripping his father's hand with both hands, he choked out, "Father, Mother died; she died before my eyes; Huang Yan killed her, Huang Yan killed Mother."

Tears could no longer be held back and fell.

Huang Yang could no longer hold himself up; he had been waiting for Huang Yan to appear so he could kill him and avenge his mother.

However, Huang Yan did not appear; he could only wait, preserving his vitality and true qi, preventing his true qi and vitality from leaking.

He tried to maintain his combat strength as much as possible and to survive as long as possible.

At this moment, he could no longer bear it; his heart was near collapse.

"Father, you must avenge Mother, sob sob."

Huang Yang cried.

He cried sadly.

Seeing that, listeners would tear up.

Huang Longji embraced his son, his body stiff; his wife had died, he had been mentally prepared, but he hadn't expected it to come true—still, it was his eldest son who did it.

The hatred between his wife and eldest son could not be resolved; now it seems the hatred between his two sons also cannot be reconciled.

Huang Longji felt deeply hurt; at this moment, he only wanted to hold his son and say nothing.

"Father, Mother died."

"Mother died horribly; even before death she was still thinking of you, Father."

"Father, you cannot let Huang Yan go."

Huang Yang felt helpless like a child; all his perseverance collapsed whenever he saw Huang Longji.

Second Uncle Huang Wufeng crossed his arms, coldly watching this scene; his heart held only happiness.

That woman died; she died well.

She died very well.

Third Uncle Huang Wuheng felt nothing; Luo Feifei's death was just that—he felt no sorrow, nor any anger.

The Luo Feifei killed by Huang Yan, based on her deeds, deserved to die a hundred times; Huang Yan killing her was merely retribution.

If it were him, not only Luo Feifei but also Huang Yang would have to die.

The two exchanged a glance; this was fine as well—Luo Feifei died, the Luo Family people all died, no need for them to act.

Huang Longji's favoritism could also end; from now on, the Huang Family would be united within.

"Father, Huang Yan is inside; he has hidden himself."

"He surely knows you've come, Father; let him come out."

Huang Yang's killing intent could not be concealed; he wanted to kill Huang Yan.

Huang Longji stared at the mist ahead, which enveloped everything; his Spiritual Sense could not pierce it.

"Are you certain it was he who killed your mother?" Huang Longji asked.

"Yes, Father; I saw it with my own eyes." Huang Yang answered with absolute certainty.

"For this, I fought him fiercely, but I couldn't subdue him, letting him escape."

Huang Longji narrowed his eyes and asked, "Isn't Yan'er's Flame Yang Bone on your person? Isn't he crippled? How does he still have the strength to kill your mother?"

Without the Flame Yang Bone, Huang Yan is no different from trash, yet he could kill Luo Feifei—this seems like a dream.

"Father, Yan'er's Flame Yang Bone is indeed on me; he doesn't know what opportunity he encountered, allowing him to return to the path of cultivation, and he used a formation to kill Mother."

"Father, have you also sensed this formation's strangeness? These mists can devour our true qi and vitality; even if Father is immensely strong, he could not last more than a month."

"By then, Huang Yan will surely strike again; Father, we must act first."

Huang Longji did not fully believe Huang Yang's words, nodding: "Yang'er, you're tired; rest well."

"Father, Huang Yan—"

"Alright, go to sleep."

Huang Longji used force with his hand, knocking Huang Yang unconscious so he could rest properly.

Turning his head, he asked Second Uncle Huang Wufeng: "Second Uncle, what do you think?"

Huang Wufeng pursed his lips: "I have no opinion; my task this time is to bring Yang'er back; if Yan'er refuses to return, I can't do anything."

「Family Head, Luo Feifei brought it on herself, you must not blame yourself。」

Huang Wuheng also said: 「Exactly, Family Head, Yan'er and Yang'er are the future of the Huang Family; they must not come to harm, other people, if they die they die, it's irrelevant. 」

「Family Head, don't kill the future of the Huang Family for the sake of irrelevant people; Elder Brother would not agree. 」

The two applied pressure, wanting Huang Longji to bow his head, not letting him act against Huang Yan.

Their mission is to bring them back, not to kill Yan'er.

Luo Feifei's death is fine with them; deep down they wish for it, but they cannot act—Huang Yan acting is just right.

This is a matter between them father and son, their own affair to settle themselves; they, on the other hand, will not intervene.

Of course, as a grandfather, one must still maintain fairness and not let Yan'er suffer injustice.

「Second Uncle, Third Uncle, are you going to protect Yan'er? 」 Huang Longji asked coldly.