“Bang!”

Feng Zi Yue was hit by a palm strike, experiencing extreme pain all over his body. Despite the pain, his mind remained clear. Seeing that Luan Ting Fu was fully utilizing the power of his Vajra Palm, he knew he was in a desperate situation. He had no choice but to bring his hands together to form a circle, intending to use the Tai Chi sword intent to resist the attack once more. He aimed to retreat with the momentum, hoping to find a slim chance of survival.

As their palms met, Feng Zi Yue felt a sharp pain in his fingers. With a "crack", his finger bones were broken. Just as he was about to retreat, propelled by the immense force of the palm strike, and escape this perilous situation, he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. A hand had landed on his left shoulder, and it felt as if he was being pressed down by a thousand-pound iron bull, rooted to the ground, unable to move.

Feng Zi Yue was greatly alarmed, but he suddenly felt a surge of strength filling his limbs and body. Although it was far from his cultivation level in his prime, it was sufficient to fully unleash the Tai Chi sword technique. Without any hesitation, he withdrew his broken fingers, and with his ring finger and little finger, he gently drew a circle. Utilizing the momentum, he managed to absorb all of Luan Ting Fu's pervasive palm force within his sword technique, retaliating in kind.

The might of a Sword God revealed a glimpse of its shadow in this move.

Utilizing the abundant mystical energy within his body, Feng Zi Yue executed the Tai Chi Circular Movement As Desired. The palm force from Luan Ting Fu was surging like a tidal wave, but with his fingers acting as a sword, it resembled a massive whirlpool, completely absorbing the incoming force.

Next, a counterattack that resembled a tidal wave crashing against mountains ensued.

Luan Ting Fu had been too arrogant in dealing with a younger generation, his heart filled with extreme resentment and his moves ruthless, exerting his full strength without reservation. However, now facing the backlash of his own palm power, he was caught off guard. In his panic, he raised his arms to block, only to feel a sensation like being brutally hit by a massive log in his chest. The pain made stars appear in his vision, and blood started to spill from his nose and mouth. He stumbled backward, eventually falling on his bottom, looking utterly disgraceful.

The entire scene fell into shocked silence. Chu Hong Yu covered her mouth, nearly letting out an astonished cry.

Feng Bu Ping's face changed dramatically, unable to believe that his nephew had displayed such tremendous strength.

This can't be... impossible!

The person opposite him was a grand martial master!

Luan Ting Fu's Vajra Palm technique had been cultivated to the extreme, and in the city of Wu Yang, not many could claim to easily defeat him. Even Feng Bu Ping, who was at the peak of martial master cultivation, could only admit defeat in front of this old man.

Yet he was thrown to the ground by Feng Zi Yue with a single palm strike?

The Feng family elders who were observing from the sidelines could only widen their eyes, unable to believe what they were witnessing - the disheveled Luan Ting Fu and the imposing Feng Zi Yue standing proudly, holding a sword gesture.

Was this... this young man, who only had foundational cultivation in mystical energy, able to knock down a grand martial master? Had the world turned upside down?

"You dare, brat!"

Furious and ashamed, Luan Ting Fu leapt up, swinging his arms to produce a sky full of palm shadows, intending to kill the young man at once to wash away the humiliation he just suffered.

"Slap! Slap!"

Feng Zi Yue, filled with mystical energy, stretched out his hand, effortlessly deflecting the attack as if reaching into a bag to retrieve an item, slapping him twice in the process. Although the slaps weren't heavy, they stunned Luan Ting Fu, halting his aggressive momentum.

Earlier, he could have said that the young man had gotten lucky while he had miscalculated his force. But now, the opponent had demonstrated a level of cultivation far superior to his own!

A wave of fear surged in Luan Ting Fu's heart, overshadowing the intense pain on both cheeks.

He stood there, stunned. Everyone present was equally stunned, unable to believe what they were seeing.

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Feng Zi Yue took a deep breath. Only he knew that the power within him did not originate from himself, but was aided by someone behind him, enabling this victorious outcome.

"Who said the Feng family are all weaklings? And who dares to touch my grandson!"

At that moment, a majestic voice rang out from behind Feng Zi Yue, causing everyone present to tremble and turn their gaze towards the source of the voice.

Behind Feng Zi Yue stood a figure, dressed in coarse linen robes, with white hair and beard, emanating an aura of power and authority without showing anger.

The head of the Feng family, one of the three great martial venerables of Wu Yang City, Feng Tian He!

Feng Tian He's hand was on Feng Zi Yue's shoulder, it was this martial venerable who had transferred mystical energy into his grandson's body, using him to give Luan Ting Fu an unexpected lesson.

His demeanor was proud and disdainful, his bold declaration echoing with full momentum.

The Feng family's martial venerable was still a person who could shake the entire Wu Yang City with a stamp of his foot!

Luan Ting Fu's face turned pale, he staggered to his feet, "Feng Tian He! Good, good!"

His voice, previously booming and fierce, was now much lower. He raised a trembling finger, but ultimately, he didn't dare to say anything. With a twist of his body, he soared into the air, leaving without a second thought for his daughter and son-in-law.

The might of a martial venerable compared to his grand martial master level was like comparing heaven and earth. In this land of Tian Wu where strength determined everything, even if Feng Tian He killed him on the spot, who would seek justice for him?

Since they couldn't regain their footing, why not make a quick escape?

Who would have thought that Feng Tianhe, this old man, would actually come out to support his unloved grandson? Since there is the support of a martial master, he is the eldest son and direct descendant of the Feng family. Their own grandchildren can only be considered to have died in vain!

Feng Buping's face was pale, and he stood rigidly on the spot, not knowing whether to continue to approach or to retreat, feeling extremely awkward at the moment.

Upon seeing the family head appear and actually defend this unloved grandson, the couple Feng Buxue felt their bodies go limp, unable to move.

This damn old man, he actually dotes on this grandson! What was he pretending to be all this time? Letting people suffer for nothing!

They felt aggrieved in their hearts but also realized that they probably wouldn't be able to avenge the deaths of their two sons.

"Hmph!"

Feng Tianhe slowly retracted the hand that was on Feng Zi Yue's shoulder, snorted angrily, and walked towards the chair in the center of the hall. Feng Zi Yue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling utterly confused.

This grandfather, who never favored him, actually stood up for him at this moment?

This was something that had never happened in his previous life.

In his previous life, Feng Tianhe had never acknowledged the three of them. After Xue'er died, he came out of seclusion without showing any signs of grief. Later, when Feng Zi Yue left home, and years after, Feng Tianhe perished in the great calamity of the martial world, he never saw his grandfather again.

"Beast! With such a lack of discernment, how can you lead the family?"

Sitting in the grand master's chair, Feng Tianhe first yelled at Feng Buping, "Remove your acting family head jade pendant and go to the quiet room to close yourself off. If you can't break through to the Great Martial Artist realm before the sword competition between the Feng and Zheng families, don't bother coming out again!"

He had just come out of seclusion, but seemed to know the truth of the matter like the back of his hand. His commands and decisions were not to be questioned by anyone.

"Yes!" Feng Buping dared not disagree. He took off the jade pendant from his waist and placed it on the tea table in front of the old man, his face pale and showing extreme fear towards the old man's orders, but he didn't dare to defy them.

"Feng Buxue!"

The old man shouted angrily, and Feng Buxue trembled all over, falling to his knees without uttering a word.

"You let your son commit murder, and dared to be disrespectful to your elder sister-in-law!" The old man's gaze swept over the bruise on Chu Hongyu's hand, his face darkening even more. The chief steward Leng Kai entered calmly, standing behind the old man.

"Remove your position as a side branch manager, receive forty lashes, and serve as a laborer for three years!"

Feng Buxue's eyes were dull. This position as a side branch manager was something he had worked hard to attain over many years. Now, at this old age, he had to serve as a laborer and be punished publicly. How could he save face?

Thinking of this, he held even more resentment towards Feng Zi Yue. But he dared not defy the old man's orders and could only agree sorrowfully, supporting his wife, Madame Luan, as they limped to one side.

"Feng Zi Yue!"

The old man narrowed his eyes, calling out Feng Zi Yue's name.

Chu Hongyu's heart tightened, and worry appeared on her face again. If the old man handed down a heavy sentence, then no one could save Yue'er... However, it shouldn't happen, given the old man's words just now; he clearly intended to protect Yue'er...

Feng Zi Yue appeared calm, slowly stepping back a few paces, standing again in the center of the hall.

Although he had been injured twice by Luan Tingfu, his face was pale, but he remained calm and composed, without a hint of embarrassment. The appreciation in the old man's eyes flickered and vanished, "Feng Zi Yue, you killed Feng Ziji and Feng Zixiang. Although it was to save your sister, you were too ruthless, lacking the self-awareness of a Feng family member. Do you admit your guilt?"

To kill in order to save his sister, but only being too ruthless - this was a much smaller charge. Chu Hongyu's heart settled, feeling like a weight had been lifted. At most, Feng Zi Yue would be punished with a few months of facing the wall or doing some menial tasks, which Chu Hongyu did not mind at all.

"I do not admit!"

Unexpectedly, Feng Zi Yue decisively denied it.

Not only did Chu Hongyu's face change, but even the perennially expressionless chief steward Leng Kai showed a slight reaction.

This kid... really didn't know how to appreciate favors!

The old man was clearly helping him to get away with just a charge of being too ruthless, but he wasn't willing to admit it?

"Oh?" The old man's face remained unchanged, "So you think you are not guilty?"

Feng Zi Yue nodded, his expression solemn.

"I told those two brothers Ji and Xiang that day, whoever dares to touch a single hair on my sister Feng Zi Yue, I will have them shattered into pieces!"

He snorted coldly, with a chilling determination in his eyes.

"I only have these few relatives. Whoever dares to hurt my mother, whoever dares to hurt my sister, I don't care about being ruthless or not, there's only one word - kill!"

This was Feng Zi Yue's heartfelt declaration, and he did not hide it! He also would never admit that he was wrong!

Between his words, a fierce killing intent emerged!

The people of the Feng family present couldn't help but tighten their hearts; this young boy had such a great killing intent!

Chu Hongyu was slightly moved, touched by her son's resolve; Feng Xue'er thought her brother was majestic and formidable. If it weren't for the fact that their most feared grandfather was present, she would have almost cheered.

Having been reborn once, Feng Zi Yue had had enough of the pain of being separated from his family. In this life, he would not allow his family to suffer any harm, and he didn't want to experience the pain of separation by death once again!

With this sword, I will protect my family! Anyone who dares to offend will be left with no place to bury their body!

Don't blame me for being too ruthless!

The old man saw him standing tall with a determined expression, and nodded slightly, suddenly bursting into hearty laughter!