Chapter 1097: Huang Longji's Fury, Huang Yang's Corpse

It's not over yet, the attack continues.

After the first strike, Huang Yan continued with a second strike; the speed was so great that Huang Yang hadn't even reacted before being stunned by the immense force.

Immediately afterward, countless flames shot up into the sky, forming a towering pillar of fire.

The scorching flames burned everything; Huang Yang, amidst the fire, endured inhuman torment and let out a piercing wail.

The flames erupting from the medium-grade Spiritual Artifact Flame Yang Rod were many times stronger than Huang Yan's own divine abilities; moreover, this flame was Huang Yan's enhanced version, its power boundless—even though Huang Yang possessed the Extreme Yang Body and had a strong innate fire resistance, he was burned to the point of howling.

"Ahhh."

The wails never ceased; the fire pillar did not disappear but kept burning. Huang Longji heard it, raised his head, and saw the fire pillar shooting up, dispersing the surrounding mist, making the scene clear—he saw his son Huang Yang lying on the ground, his whole body engulfed in flames.

Those flames were burning his body; his sturdy form gradually turned black, heading toward being reduced to ash.

"Yang'er."

At that moment, Huang Longji rushed into the fire pillar, enduring the scorching flames, and pulled Huang Yang out.

The moment they landed, the flames on Huang Longji's body went out, and he also extinguished the flames on Huang Yang; seeing his son again, all he saw was a charred corpse, completely black, with no trace of his former appearance, the chest area caved in.

Moreover, his five viscera and six bowels were shattered, and the inner core in his dantian was also broken.

Everything about him was smashed to pieces, except for that one Flame Yang Bone, which remained intact.

Huang Longji glared ahead at where Huang Yan stood; father and son faced off.

Upon their first meeting, Huang Longji's fury blazed: 'Huang Yan, what are you intending to do?'

Huang Yan smiled narrowly: 'Father, shouldn't that be the child asking you? What exactly do you people want to do?'

Huang Yan had no good attitude whatsoever; who could stay pleasant seeing his father bring people to kill him?

He was the victim, the one whose Flame Yang Bone had been dug out, and they still wanted to exterminate him completely.

Even if the father didn't stand on his side, that would be bad enough, but he also aided the tyrant.

In Huang Yan's heart, that father was already gone; in his eyes, he had never been seen as a son, and his father treated a stranger better than him—Huang Yan could bear it no longer.

Pointing at Huang Yang, he said coldly: 'He wants to kill me; I can understand that.'

"Luo Feifei wants to kill me; I can understand that too."

"Father, what about you?"

Huang Yan lifted his head, staring at Huang Longji, his eyes filled with an anger that could not be vented, suppressing it, struggling to suppress it.

He wanted an answer: why did his father resent him so much, when his veins carried his father's blood?

But why did his father wish him dead?

For the sake of his brother Huang Yang and Luo Feifei, unwilling to kill himself—truly a good father.

Huang Wufeng and Huang Wuheng looked toward Huang Longji; they too wanted to know the answer.

With their gazes fixed on him, Huang Longji said coldly: 'Huang Yan, this is not justification for killing your mother and brother; even aside from killing Feifei, you dare to lay hands on your brother—you are his elder brother, how could you do this?'

Upon hearing this, Huang Yan laughed to the heavens: 'Hahaha, elder brother? If he saw me as his elder brother, he shouldn't have dug out my Flame Yang Bone, nor should he have taken it and still been unsatisfied, but personally come to kill me.'

"They want to kill me, so I naturally must kill them—am I wrong?"

"Either they die or I do; my life is cheap, but not just anyone can kill me."

"They were inferior and I killed them; they are trash, and this brother of mine is also trash—despite having the Extreme Yang Body and a Flame Yang Bone, he couldn't defeat me, which is laughable."

"Some people are trash for a day and remain trash for life; they can never change."

Huang Longji's fury blazed; Huang Yang was dead, his vitality cut off.

No matter how he sent his qi, it was useless; he could not save his son's life.

His wife was gone, his son was about to die.

He had nothing left.

"Father, you seem quite angry?" Huang Yan said lightly: "Is it bad that they're dead? Without them hindering us, we're still father and son; the child will be filial to you, won't kill you, and won't let you die in this formation."

"The child will surely treat you well from now on, returning to you all that they once did to me; believe me, Father, you will definitely like it."

"Using their own methods to treat their own bodies—you aren't standing on a moral high ground blaming me, are you?"

"So now I'm doing the same to you—let's see if you get angry."

"Unfilial son." Huang Longji, unable to contain his rage: "Do you even know what you're saying? I am your father, yet you dare to speak to me like this—I see that over the past year you've grown wings and dare to speak to your father this way."

As the words fell, Huang Longji moved directly; his first strike was a killing blow aimed at Huang Yan's life.

Huang Yan knew this would happen; he had been prepared.

He stepped back two meters and vanished from sight.

Mist appeared, shrouding the scene; Huang Longji's attack missed, and before he could search for Huang Yan's figure, he turned back to see Huang Yang's corpse had disappeared.

"Damn it, you little beast, come out."

"Hand over your brother's corpse; you must not lay hands on your brother's corpse."

"You little beast, come out for your father."

Huang Longji swore profusely, his defenses broken.

He had been schemed against; his son's corpse was no longer his.

At this moment, Huang Longji's inner fury burned to its peak, yet he had no outlet.

He bombarded wildly for a while, after which there was nothing more.

Outside the formation, Huang Yan escaped, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Whoo, whoo, whoo—I was terrified, almost thought I was dead; this father of mine is indeed strong, after all these days he still hasn't exhausted his qi."

"His first move was a killing blow; it's clear he truly wanted to kill me—luckily I had prepared beforehand, otherwise I would have really fallen."

He underestimated Huang Longji's resentment toward him, actually striking directly—no words exchanged, he went straight for a lethal move.

Huang Yan returned to the mountain; before his eyes lay a charred corpse, which he instantly recognized as his brother Huang Yang's.

He lifted his head, blinked, and asked in surprise: 'Master, what is going on?'

Qinglong Daoren laughed and said: "What else could it be? I brought out your younger brother's corpse for you. How is it?"

Huang Yan excitedly said: "Thank you, Master."

Qinglong Daoren waved his hand: "Enough, we'll talk about pleasantries later. This piece of Flame Yang Bone can still be used; do you want to reintegrate it into your body?"

Huang Yan stared at that piece of Flame Yang Bone flashing with light, and fell into silence.

Now he doesn't need the Flame Yang Bone; this piece of bone is optional for him.

Taking it back, he'd also need to re-refine and adapt to it; I don't know if Huang Yang did something to the Flame Yang Bone—what if…