Chapter 570: Senior Brother, Who Is My Senior Brother?

"No problem, let him run; let's see where he can get to!"

Xuanqing Daozhang also noticed Cui Xing sneaking away, but paid no mind, watching Le Wenmao slaughter everyone; no matter what kind of hulking men, whether confronting head‑on or ambushing from behind, none could even land a single move against Le Wenmao.

Either their heads were cut off by Le Wenmao, or they were split in two.

Their savage appearance was like a demon descending, exceedingly ferocious.

In his eyes lay only sorrow; he and Le Wenmao grew up together, and he knows Le Wenmao's temperament perfectly.

Le Wenmao's personality is hot‑tempered but not this brutal; his current ferocity is him venting the anger hidden deep inside.

Le Wenmao himself possesses great skill, but his son and daughter‑in‑law were brutally killed by rich youths; how could he harbor no murderous intent?

He only hesitates because of his own grandson, fearing that if he leaves, whether or not he avenges his son and daughter‑in‑law, his grandson might suffer retaliation from the Zhu Clan.

So he can only bury his resentment toward Zhu Xing deep within his heart!

The blood feud cannot simply be endured.

Xuanqing Daozhang thought to himself, "If it weren't for Xiao Zhuang wanting to avenge his parents personally, you would have already gone after Zhu Xing by now, which would be far more satisfying."

"Uncle, what are you saying…"

Le Zhuang was bewildered, not fully grasping Xuanqing Daozhang's words, about to ask, when the hulking men who had been besieging his grandfather either noticed Cui Xing sneaking away or were frightened by his grandfather's savagery, and fled in all directions like birds and beasts.

Yet his grandfather, eyes blood‑shot with killing intent, did not notice Cui Xing's escape, and kept pursuing the fleeing hulking warriors like beasts, exerting all his strength as if he were still a newborn, chasing them in every direction.

Le Zhuang watched one hulking man after another fall to his grandfather's hand, but his peripheral vision no longer caught Cui Xing's figure, and he hurriedly shouted:

"Grandfather, stop tangling with these minnows; go find Cui Xing, he's vanished!"

"Grandson, you needn't worry too much; Cui Xing won't get far!"

Le Wenmao replied, then once again lunged at the hulking men fleeing like beasts.

Le Zhuang hadn't expected his own grandfather to be so confident; he opened his mouth to say something, but swallowed it back, realizing that even if Cui Xing truly escaped, what then?

He intends to learn skills from his uncle; whether it's his parents' vengeance or his own, he will avenge them.

While Le Zhuang was indifferent, letting Cui Xing slip away, he wondered if Cui Xing would survive, ready to watch his grandfather butcher these hulking men, learning some combat experience, and later, when he truly masters his skills, to use them to avenge his parents and himself.

So that his parents, as well as his grandfather and grandmother's spirits in the heavens, could see his prowess and deem him worthy as their son/grandson!

Suddenly.

Le Zhuang's peripheral vision suddenly caught, among the hulking men fleeing like beasts, one who seemed panicked and ran toward Wang Ping'an's position, and he hurriedly warned:

"Uncle, be careful, that man wants to take your disciple hostage!"

Xuanqing Daozhang's companion Wang Ping'an had surprised him from the start, especially after arriving at Cui's manor; even now his grandfather is unleashing a killing spree there, the courtyard full of wreckage, and even though he is taken every few days to be humiliated by Zhu Xing and to fight the vicious dogs he keeps, essentially walking through Guimen Guan repeatedly, he has been quite frightened.

But recalling that these hulking men are members of Cui Xing's gang, the ones committing all the evil and the slaughterer is his grandfather, he didn't collapse in fear.

Meanwhile.

His peripheral vision caught that the one‑ or two‑year‑old child beside Xuanqing Daozhang, during his grandfather's bloodletting, was not frightened at all but stared wide‑eyed, curiously watching his grandfather, as if admiring the fight.

It looked especially odd! Xuanqing Daozhang, hearing Le Zhuang's words, looked up, glanced at the hulking man lunging toward Wang Ping'an, his face full of mockery.

He had already noticed before Le Zhuang could warn him.

If this person ran toward or away from Cui's manor, there might still be a sliver of hope, yet this man, ignorant of life and death, thought of taking a hostage…

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

After Le Zhuang warned Xuanqing Daozhang, he intended to see what his uncle was capable of, ready to watch Xuanqing Daozhang deal with the hulking man lunging at Wang Ping'an, but Xuanqing Daozhang merely shook his head, as if the matter didn't concern him, perhaps assuming the hulking man was panicking and thus approached Wang Ping'an.

Just as he hurried to speak, ready to alert Xuanqing Daozhang, when the hulking man drew near Wang Ping'an, a Flowing Light burst from Wang Ping'an's body.

The next moment.

"Pfft!"

A spray of blood erupted from the hulking man's body, which Le Zhuang instantly saw; the man's chest, at some unknown moment, bore a horrifying blood hole. He raised his hand to speak to Wang Ping'an, but before he could open his mouth, with a "thud!" he collapsed, his face and eyes full of unmistakable shock.

Clearly.

He would die never understanding how he died.

This novel...

"Uncle, was this your doing?"

Le Zhuang's face was full of excitement; he constantly watched Wang Ping'an, fearing the hulking man might take him hostage.

He didn't care whether Wang Ping'an's being taken hostage would threaten his grandfather, causing his grandfather to spare the hulking man; that man was merely a subordinate of Cui Xing, an accomplice who had done many bad deeds, but he was indifferent to his life or death.

What he cared about was Wang Ping'an's safety.

He never imagined.

Even with his eyes wide open, seeing Xuanqing Daozhang unresponsive, he was ready to dash forward to rescue Wang Ping'an from the hulking man's grasp; although he guessed the hulking man intended to take Wang Ping'an hostage rather than kill him, there is an old saying:

"Not afraid of ten thousand, but of that one unexpected case!"

Never expected.

Before he could act, the hulking man suddenly collapsed, the terrifying blood hole in his chest confirming his death in Yellow Springs.

Yet.

His eyes bulged, yet he didn't see how the hulking man met his end, how that horrific blood hole in his chest appeared.

"That wasn't my doing!"

Xuanqing Daozhang shook his head in denial, seeing Le Zhuang's puzzled face, and said, "It was your senior brother who acted!"

(End of chapter)