Chapter 1100

There's simply no way to leave, nor any way to solve the formation—what the hell is this formation? Why is it so strange?

Huang Wufeng roared, "Every time I almost see a hope of getting out, every time I'm just a bit off—damn it!"

He was truly angry; clearly he had seen hope, could have left, yet always fell just short.

If he had never seen any hope of getting out, he might not be like this, but...

Always just a bit off—over and over, more than ten times now, he's going insane; it feels like he's being toyed with, this feeling is truly unbearable, time and again, he's about to break down.

Huang Wufeng could no longer hold back his retort; he had only one thought—to find the person who set up the formation, blast his head, and let him know what the consequences of offending him are; that person is truly hateful, he must have done it on purpose.

It infuriated him to death.

"Second brother, don't get agitated, don't throw our own formation into chaos; seeing hope means we're close to solving the formation—if we hold on a bit longer, we can break it."

Huang Wuheng reminded him, saying he didn't want to see second brother's mindset explode—once it did, their hope of leaving would truly be gone.

The Family Head was already on the verge of collapse, raving on the edge of anger, and could erupt at any moment.

That surge of anger could not be contained; Huang Yang's death utterly enraged him, his son's corpse could not be saved, and what would happen to Huang Yang's body next was clear to them all.

There was no need to voice it between them; they also didn't want to see the Family Head completely collapse. Among them, only Huang Wuheng remained calm, observing everything quietly—if they gave in to anger and fury, they'd fall into the trap of the one who set up the formation.

"His goal is about to be fulfilled; the more we're in this situation, the less we can afford to be anxious and impulsive."

"Second brother, and Family Head, calm down—don't let anger burst your mind."

Huang Wufeng took a deep breath and said, "I know."

"Third brother, you're right—I really was impulsive, almost fell into the trap."

Family Head Huang Longji was still furious, muttering: "They'll surely destroy Yang'er's corpse; they deserve to die, not even sparing a dead body—my Yang'er, dead without a whole corpse, wuu wuu wuu."

Huang Longji wanted to cry; thinking of his son's miserable state, dead without a whole corpse, he couldn't hold back and broke down.

He truly didn't want to see that scene—the Flame Yang Bone would surely be dug up, and even Yang'er's Extreme Yang Body would be studied.

Moreover, Yang'er's corpse might even be refined into a puppet.

All of this is because of Huang Yan—his eldest son actually... killed his own younger son.

"Damn it, damn Huang Yan—how could he kill his own younger brother, that's his own blood brother!"

"What kind of beast have I given birth to?"

Beside him, Huang Wufeng's mouth twitched; he turned, coldly staring at Huang Longji beside him, and rebuked: "Family Head, all of this is your doing—you allowed Yang'er and Luo Feifei to come hunt Huang Yan, so you must bear the consequences; being outmatched and killed in return is what they deserved."

"Yan'er killed them only because he was forced."

"They weren't satisfied with greed; they wanted to exterminate the roots, not content with taking the Flame Yang Bone, they also wanted to kill."

"They had it coming; they deserve to die."

"If it were me, I'd kill them too."

Huang Wuheng spoke up: "Second brother, don't say such things."

Huang Wufeng didn't care about that much; he burst out on the spot: "Isn't that so? Before, he just let Luo Feifei target Yan'er; earlier we were protecting him, so Luo Feifei couldn't act—this is all his fault."

"Today's outcome is entirely caused by Huang Longji himself—what is he shouting about being wronged for here?"

"You treat Yan'er like this, yet after all these years he's never come to settle scores with you; instead you press on aggressively—even a Buddha would have a third of his anger."

"Yan'er has endured you for so many years, yet you not only haven't changed, you keep pushing further; their deaths are just desserts—they deserve to die."

"Yan'er did well killing them; you beasts, in my opinion, it'd be best if you all died, so you won't bring future harm to the Huang Family."

As soon as Huang Wufeng opened his mouth, he let loose—he didn't care about your feelings, nor who you were.

Whether it was the Family Head or a nephew, he had no qualms about lashing out at them.

He wasn't targeting the person, just the matter—Huang Wufeng had wanted to speak out all along, merely holding back; this time he really couldn't hold it in.

This person still wants to pin all the blame on Yan'er—isn't that making him the scapegoat? He wouldn't allow that; after all, he's... Yan'er's second grandfather, and if these people don't protect him, Huang Wufeng won't let anyone bully Yan'er.

Huang Longji pointed at Huang Wufeng: "Second uncle, you... how can you say that?"

"Yang'er doesn't deserve to die; no matter what, Yan'er cannot kill Yang'er."

"They are blood brothers, after all."

Huang Wufeng scoffed: "Heh heh heh, now you think of them as brothers? When Yang'er came to kill Yan'er, why didn't you think of that then?"

"Blood brothers, yet they travel a thousand miles to hunt down their own elder brother—what kind of brothers are those?"

"Family Head, you—rest easy; you still have Yan'er, at least your line isn't cut off."

Huang Longji exploded with rage: "Second uncle, you..."

"Pfft."

A mouthful of blood spurted out; Huang Longji's body staggered backward two steps, then he sat on the ground.

He was truly furious—anger rushed to his heart, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his whole person went dizzy.

Words that kill the heart are the most powerful, stabbing straight at his core.

"Forget about you and me—I'm telling you, Family Head, before I tolerated you only because you were the Family Head, I wouldn't have said this to you; but here, you're not the Family Head— as a father, you're failing."

"Yan'er is also your bloodline, yet you treat him like this—heh."

"We elders have seen this and all think you're not up to the task."

"Don't try to impose your moral lectures on us; old man though I am, I've seen everything—your little tricks are nothing new to me."

Huang Wufeng simply let himself go, holding back no longer.

This time, Huang Wuheng didn't stop him; he just watched quietly.

These words make sense—indeed, Huang Longji was wrong, overstepping.

Otherwise, they wouldn't say such things, nor act that way.

"Family Head, you'd better stop clinging to your delusions—Yang'er is dead and can't be saved; you should instead treat Yan'er with peace of mind, for in the future Yan'er will be the head of the Huang Family, and you can step down early."

"This is the eldest brother's decision, and also the decision of all the elders of our Huang Family."

Huang Wuheng said lightly, but his words were even more grating and harder to accept.

Huang Longji widened his eyes, staring at the two uncles before him.

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, you can't do this; I am the Family Head of the Huang Family, you have no right to do this."

Huang Longji would not easily give up the Family Head position to Huang Yan; it's impossible, absolutely impossible.