"You insolent brat!"

As the Feng family tribunal fell into an eerie silence, a stern and shrill roar from outside the courtyard echoed. The sound of a series of thuds, followed by the whoosh of figures rushing in, reached the entrance of the main hall.

"Kid, no matter who you are! You have to pay with your life for the lives of my two grandsons!"

A red-clothed, white-haired old man stormed in, pointing at Feng Ziyue's nose and shouting.

"Dad!"

"Father-in-law!"

Feng Buxue and the woman from the Luan family cried out in surprise and joy.

The newcomer was none other than Luan Tingfu, the head of the Luan family, the father-in-law of Feng Buxue, and the grandfather of the brothers Feng Ziji and Feng Zixiang. Initially, the Luan family was a small clan in Wuyang City, relying on the Feng family for survival. In recent years, they flourished remarkably, and through a series of fortunate events, the old man managed to break through to the Great Martial Artist realm, becoming a significant figure in Wuyang City.

Since advancing to the Great Martial Artist realm, Luan Tingfu became exceedingly arrogant, considering himself the authority in Wuyang City after the three great Martial Sovereigns. With Feng Tianhe in seclusion and Feng Bu Ping in charge of the Feng family, he hardly paid any heed to the latter.

Feng Ziyue's pupils contracted, and he stealthily stepped back, taking a defensive stance with a sword form.

After so many years, he had forgotten that the fortunate brothers had a grandfather who was a Great Martial Artist.

If he had fully recovered his cultivation level, this Great Martial Artist would be no more than an ant in his eyes. However, currently with a frail body and weak cultivation, despite harboring a towering sword intent capable of opposing a vast army, he couldn't utilize it effectively. At this moment, Luan Tingfu posed a significant threat to him.

However, his sword intent had always been resilient and unyielding. Even though the opponent was much stronger, Feng Ziyue stood firm, his body as straight as a javelin.

Luan Tingfu was shocked to see that Feng Ziyue could remain defiant under the pressure of his full-fledged aura. If this weren't happening at the Feng family tribunal, he would have killed the young man by now. Nonetheless, with Martial Sovereign Feng Tianhe still in the picture, he dared not act too recklessly.

"Mr. Feng, I apologize for intruding today without invitation!" He turned to Feng Bu Ping and grandly bowed, "Originally, this is a matter of the Feng family, and I wouldn't dare to interfere. However, Jier and Xiang'er are my dear grandsons. If I cannot seek justice for them, I won't be able to rest even in death!"

He spoke quite rudely to Feng Bu Ping. The implication was clear: if Feng Bu Ping didn't allow Feng Ziyue to pay with his life, he would not let the matter rest.

"Second master! This criminal is still so arrogant even on the tribunal, if he doesn't pay with his life, we, the collateral branches, will not be convinced!" Feng Buxue chimed in at this moment, crying out loudly and implicitly threatening with the collateral branches.

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Feng Bu Ping weighed his options. Given the pressure from the Luan family and the Feng family's collateral branches, it seemed prudent to let this nephew pay with his life. Even if the old master came out of seclusion, he couldn't blame him.

If this young man truly acknowledged his ancestry and returned to the family, that would be a big trouble...

He steeled his heart, his face turning pale, ready to announce the verdict.

Feng Ziyue felt a chill in his heart. Seeing the expression on Feng Bu Ping's face, he nearly guessed his intentions. He couldn't help but take a step back, his defensive posture even more evident.

Without the presence of the Great Martial Artist Luan Tingfu, even with numerous masters in the Feng family hall, he had confidence to retreat safely with his mother and sister. However, with the Great Martial Artist holding the ground, escaping became exceedingly difficult. If Feng Bu Ping really declared that he should pay with his life, a bloody battle was inevitable!

"Uncle Er!"

Chu Hongyu, who was sensitive and thoughtful, naturally realized that the situation was dire. She hurriedly spoke up to plead.

"Uncle Er, the current situation is unclear. According to what my son Yue has said, there must be some hidden facts. I request you to thoroughly investigate before making a judgement on today's case!"

"You talkative woman!" Luan Tingfu waved his sleeve, sending a wave of energy towards Chu Hongyu. Feng Ziyue's face changed instantly. He moved swiftly, positioning himself in front of his mother. His hands morphed into crane shapes, moving in a circular fashion to deflect the attack. The two collided, resulting in a loud bang. Feng Ziyue retreated several steps, his face pale, and blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Even a casual attack from a great martial artist like Luan Tingfu had immense power. Feng Ziyue, in his attempt to protect his mother, had to forcefully counter the attack with his profound Tai Chi sword technique, sustaining internal injuries in the process.

Luan Tingfu withdrew his hand, visibly surprised. He didn't understand why this young man had such a peculiar energy, able to withstand an attack without falling. Although he had not used his full strength, it was still an astonishing feat.

Feng Buping mistook it for Luan Tingfu showing mercy. He shook his head and let out a bitter smile with an air of righteousness, "Sister-in-law, it's not that I don't want to favor my nephew. But the rules of the Feng family are clear. No matter what, Ziyue has harmed his brother, which is a fact. This is a major crime of familial betrayal..."

Chu Hongyu's complexion changed drastically. She knew well that the Feng family harbored ill intentions towards her and her children, but she never expected that they were eager to eliminate them!

The people of the Feng family...

A chill ran down Chu Hongyu's spine. She glanced around, only to see several elders sitting idly by, indifferent to their plight. Whether they were direct descendants or side branches, everyone seemed to take pleasure in their misery. No one would feel grief if Feng Ziyue was sentenced to death.

"...execute him on the spot in the punishment hall to uphold the law," Feng Buping said with a pained expression on his face.

"Yue'er, run quickly!"

Chu Hongyu suddenly turned her head, shouting loudly to Feng Ziyue, "Don't worry about me and your sister, we can take care of ourselves!"

With sharp eyes and quick thinking, she was no fool. Having witnessed Feng Ziyue's fighting skills earlier, she knew that although his cultivation was limited, he had the ability to protect himself. If he fled alone, there was a glimmer of hope. But if he tried to take them with him, escaping under the watchful eyes of Luan Tingfu, a great martial artist, would be nearly impossible.

Moreover, she and her daughter were still members of the Feng family. No matter how vicious Feng Buping and others were, they had no reason to harm them without cause. Staying in the hall was actually safer than fleeing with Feng Ziyue.

Feng Ziyue was stunned for a moment but soon understood his mother's intentions. He nodded, quickly retreating.

He wasn't a stubborn person. Only by preserving his life could he protect his family. His mother and sister were temporarily safe, but he was in immediate danger!

He retreated quickly!

Although he only had the cultivation of the third layer of basic Xuan Qi, his lightness skill and body movement technique were exquisite. In a blink, he had retreated several meters, now only half a foot away from the door.

"Stop him!"

Feng Buping shouted sharply, propelling himself into the air to give chase. But Feng Ziyue was faster, and he couldn't catch up. The guards at the door scrambled forward, but Feng Ziyue effortlessly swept them aside with a turn of his body.

"You brat, what kind of evil technique have you learned to harm my two grandsons!"

Luan Tingfu roared angrily, rushing forward to attack. As a great martial artist, his speed was astonishing, resembling a flash of lightning. In a blink, he had closed in on Feng Ziyue, his giant palm descending like a fan, aiming to strike his head. Luan Tingfu had perfected the technique of the Vajra Palm; this attack enveloped a radius of three meters, leaving Feng Ziyue with no escape. Left with no choice, Feng Ziyue turned to face the attack, once again using his Tai Chi sword technique to withstand it.

"Puh!"

This time, Luan Tingfu used considerable strength. Feng Ziyue felt as if a huge force was crashing into him, causing his fragile bones to crack and emit sounds of breaking, the intense pain assaulting his heart. He was sent flying, blood spewing from his mouth.

Luan Tingfu laughed manically, relentless in his pursuit, his palms coming together to form a seal, unwilling to give up.

"Since the Feng family is all worthless, and even you, a little bastard, cannot be captured, let me help clean up the household!"

Amidst the mocking shouts, countless palm shadows rose again. Luan Tingfu showed no mercy, intent on killing Feng Ziyue!