Chapter 95: Fleeing [Please Follow]

“Father!” The man stepped forward and bowed to Xu Zhiyuan.

This man was Xu Shangdong, the current head of the Xu family, a Rank 8 Great Martial Artist.

“Have you heard any news of Shi Xiong?” Xu Zhiyuan asked.

“Not yet, but these past few days, the Three Families Alliance has been quietly gathering troops—I suspect they’ll launch their move soon.” Xu Shangdong said grimly.

“Shi Xiong has vanished, and the Three Families Alliance is gathering troops!” Xu Zhiyuan’s expression changed again, his eyes involuntarily filled with grief and fury.

“Father, what do you mean?” Xu Shangdong’s heart jolted; he hurriedly asked.

They probably realized long ago that Shi Xiong was the one who assassinated their great martial artists, so they established the Qianjiao Martial Arts Hall as bait to lure Shi Xiong in and ambush him!

“Even your Uncle Zhi Cheng was killed by them, using the chase after the Ji family as cover. Our Xu family has lost two Rank 8 Great Martial Artists in succession—our strength is severely weakened, yet they still see me as an aged, useless Grand Master.”

“Now, if they don’t strike to destroy our Xu family, when will they?” Xu Zhiyuan said, his face brimming with lethal intent; his internal qi and blood surged wildly, threads of power leaking from his pores, stirring the surrounding air, swirling fallen leaves and flapping his sleeves.

“Ah, Shi Xiong!” Xu Shangdong roared to the heavens.

After a long while, Xu Shangdong slowly calmed, his eyes red, and said grimly: “Father, I’ll gather the troops right away!”

“I originally planned to wait until Shi Xiong broke through to Grand Master before sweeping away the Three Families Alliance. Now there’s no need—I want you to gather the troops, and you must move fast!”

“I gave Shi Xiong a very precious fruit—he would’ve carried it with him at all times; it must have fallen into the hands of the Three Families Alliance by now.” Xu Zhiyuan said grimly, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

Soon, news of the Xu family’s large-scale troop mobilization reached the Three Families Alliance.

“The Xu family has figured it out! Immediately mobilize and surround the Xu family!” In the Ding family’s council hall, Ding Bangcheng slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair and leapt to his feet.

Soon, the entire Ding household erupted into frantic activity.

The Ding family’s descendants began gathering the troops under their respective commands.

Ding Chuyong stormed into the back courtyard where Liang Jingtang and his five disciples were temporarily staying.

“Grab your weapons and follow me immediately!” Ding Chuyong barked the order the moment he entered the courtyard.

“Are we attacking the Xu family?” Yu Chi Xiao leapt up instantly and stepped forward to ask.

“Of course! Use your brain—do you really need to ask? Move out now!” Ding Chuyong, seeing only one of Liang Jingtang’s disciples stepping forward, scolded him without mercy.

Yu Chi Xiao turned to look at Xia Daoming.

“What are you waiting for? Hurry up!” Ding Chuyong, annoyed that Yu Chi Xiao wasn’t moving but instead turned to look at Xia Daoming, snapped.

“Aren’t you eager to punch him into pulp? Now’s your chance!” Xia Daoming said calmly.

“Really?!” Yu Chi Xiao’s face lit up with excitement.

“The arrow is on the string—it must be shot. They won’t have time to pay attention to us now—of course you can!” Xia Daoming said.

“What are you talking about?” Ding Chuyong was utterly baffled.

In response to Ding Chuyong, a growing iron fist filled his pupils.

Terrifying air currents surged toward him with the iron fist.

“Rank 7!” Ding Chuyong’s face turned pale, his eyes wide with terror, as if he’d seen a ghost in broad daylight.

“Boom!”

The iron fist struck Ding Chuyong squarely in the face.

The center of Ding Chuyong’s face caved in instantly.

Ding Chuyong toppled backward onto the ground.

Before he’d even hit the ground, Yu Chi Xiao stepped forward again, raising his snake-head fist like a drill and smashing it hard into Ding Chuyong’s temple.

Ding Chuyong’s head tilted, his eyes bulged, and he died on the spot.

“Damn it! A mere Rank 6 dared to shout at me, a Rank 7 Great Martial Artist? I’ve wanted to punch you into pulp for ages!” Yu Chi Xiao looked at the dead Ding Chuyong and finally felt satisfied.

“Enough showing off! We can slip out and meet up with the Ji family.” Liang Jingtang stepped forward and slapped Yu Chi Xiao on the back of the head.

For some reason, Yu Chi Xiao had once seemed the most honest and sincere among his disciples—but now, no matter how he looked at him, he seemed like a troublemaker; he couldn’t help but want to knock some sense into him.

“Oh, alright, Master.” Yu Chi Xiao rubbed the back of his head and replied with a disgruntled tone.

Soon, the five master-disciples slipped out of the Ding household through a route they’d observed days earlier, scaling walls while the Ding family was busy assembling their troops.

Along the way, whenever they encountered fools who got in their way, Yu Chi Xiao immediately charged forward and delivered a crushing punch.

“Being Rank 7 is so satisfying!” After slipping out of the Ding household, Yu Chi Xiao looked back at the Ding estate, bathed in sunlight, where shadows moved, blades gleamed coldly, and martial energy surged—his excitement lingered.

“Hmph! If it weren’t for Daoming’s foresight in moving all our families away first, leaving you with no worries, how would you be enjoying yourself now? You’d be crying your eyes out!” Liang Jingtang scolded him sharply.

Damn it, you ungrateful disciple, always stealing the spotlight—I’m Rank 7 too!

Why can’t you leave me even one or two fools on the road so I can enjoy being Rank 7 too?

“Indeed, indeed—Brother Daoming is truly brilliant! Look at the others—even if terrified, they’re forced to face the danger for their families!” Yu Chi Xiao nodded vigorously.

The Ding household.

Ding Banghong stared at his grandson’s mangled head, his face dark with rage.

He regretted it deeply!

He’d thought his plan flawless: first, he’d shown Liang Jingtang favor by letting his family leave, then leaked the news to the Xu family to make them ambush the Liang family’s kin, ensuring the two sides would be locked in mortal conflict!

But no matter how carefully he planned, he’d misjudged human nature!

Liang Jingtang and his group valued their own lives more than revenge—they chose to flee in the chaos instead!

All that remained was his grandson, the one he’d placed such high hopes upon.

“Ancestor, what do we do now?” a Martial Artist asked cautiously.

“The big picture matters! Once we destroy the Xu family, we’ll hunt them down!” Ding Banghong took a deep breath and said grimly.

He wasn’t short of grandsons!

If we fail to destroy the Xu family this time, we may lose every last one of them!

The setting sun hung behind the western city tower of Li City, staining the sky red.

The clashing of weapons and the thunder of horse hooves echoed through the streets.

Along the broad road leading to the Xu family, a vanguard force composed of allied factions, the Three Families Alliance’s trained Martial Artist retainers, and their descendants marched forward in force, brimming with lethal intent.

Behind them moved a slow, steady cavalry unit of forty-eight riders.

Each rider was massive, their blood and qi surging powerfully.

The three leaders at the front were none other than clan elders and elders of the Three Families Alliance—all Rank 8 Great Martial Artists.

The forty-five riders behind them were all Rank 6 Great Martial Artists.

They wore dark armor, and their entire heads were encased in helmets, leaving only two narrow eye slits that glowed with cold, piercing gazes.

Their warhorses were tall and muscular, covered in fish-scale armor, with face guards protecting their heads.

On both sides of the saddle hung specially designed saddlebags: one filled with rows of javelins, the other with quivers of longbows.

Each rider carried two massive swords strapped across their backs.

The blood-red glow of the setting sun fell upon the cobblestone streets, reflecting off the dark armor of the cavalry, casting glimmers of cold light that sent shivers down the spine.

This was the elite force the Three Families Alliance had secretly cultivated and trained at great cost over the years—specifically to confront Xu Zhiyuan!

Behind the forty-eight cavalrymen came the Three Families Alliance’s most core descendants.

Led by the alliance’s heads and clan elders, the core descendants followed behind—including Ding Chushan, who blended in among them.

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