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Chapter 356: Nameless vermin, you’ve dirtied Laozi’s battle axe

Chapter 356: Chapter 356: Nameless vermin, you’ve dirtied Laozi’s battle axe

"Damn."

The masters of the Mo Family were all stunned. It seemed the other party was well-prepared. Had they been plotted against?

"Who are you chivalrous fellows? Why block our way?"

Mo Ling stepped forward, questioning Long Qie and Titan.

As the old butler of the Mo Family, he held some authority and could sometimes make decisions on behalf of the Family Head.

Just then, a voice drifted from afar, eerily reaching them.

"You are from the Mo Family, aren’t you?"

"Hmm?"

The Mo Family masters looked up to see a refined young man dressed in a suit, slowly approaching with a cigarette in his mouth.

It was Xiao Zheng.

Mo Ling, unaware of the newcomer’s identity, cautiously asked, "Young man, please forgive my poor eyesight, who might you be?"

Xiao Zheng, looking at the bewildered Mo Family masters, said lightly, "I am the very culprit you’ve been looking for, the one who killed Mo Qingyun—Xiao Zheng. Mo Qingyun crossed my bottom line repeatedly and even threatened me. Killing him was a reluctant necessity."

"Damn it."

Enraged, Mo Ling’s eyes rolled back, his white eyebrows furrowed. He poised himself for action, filled with righteous fury. "Little guy, you had a path to Heaven yet you chose Hell; you’re courting death. I will surely avenge our young master!"

"Hold on!"

Xiao Zheng stopped him, helplessly saying, "You’re right, I do hold some blame for this matter. If you’re willing, I can make adequate compensation."

As the Heavenly Net Evil God, he always believed that money could settle matters that otherwise weren’t considered problems.

After all, he had killed their son.

"No way!" Mo Ling, the old butler, relentlessly lunged forward, rushing directly at Xiao Zheng, furiously attacking him.

"The blood feud for killing the young master can’t be redeemed by a hundred deaths; boy, prepare to die!"

"Hey, hey, hey, old man, why won’t you listen to reason?" Xiao Zheng agilely dodged, avoiding a lethal strike.

In an instant, as one attacked and the other defended, everyone watched their battle, completely captivated.

Every move from old butler Mo Ling was filled with boundless killing intent, and his towering rage made it difficult for Xiao Zheng to manage.

"Damn it, old man, didn’t I give you enough face?"

Xiao Zheng, already a bit annoyed by his repeated concessions only fueling the old man’s rage, decided it was all or nothing. His figure surged forward, charging at Mo Ling with a fierce punch.

"Bang!"

"Ah."

Mo Ling was struck instantly, thrown back dozens of meters before he could stabilize himself, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face pale.

But his eyes clearly showed his unwillingness to yield!

Everyone fell silent, the Mo Family masters shocked by Xiao Zheng’s superb martial skills, filled with admiration.

Xiao Zheng, with his hands behind his back, unmoving as a mountain, said lightly, "Gentlemen, I really do not wish to kill anyone else, nor do I want to offend the Mo Family. It would be best if we could sit down and talk this over, reaching a reconciliation. Killing Mo Qingyun was also an act of helplessness."

"Wishful thinking!"

The old butler Mo Ling scoffed coldly, his killing intent chilling as he said, "Our Family Head has spoken: blood must be paid with blood, and a tooth for a tooth. This matter will only be settled with your death, Xiao Zheng."

The other masters were equally filled with righteous indignation, loudly denouncing Xiao Zheng, determined to put him to death.

"Hmph!" Xiao Zheng’s expression immediately darkened. Since they were unyielding, he would fight until they submitted.

He waved his hand and shouted, "Long Qie, Titan, entertain them well, just don’t kill them."

"You got it, Brother Xiao."

Following that, Long Qie and Titan both smirked coldly, charging malevolently at the Mo Family masters.

The night wind whistled, carrying the thick scent of the sea.

And with it, the stench of bloody slaughter of the moment.

Titan and Long Qie, standing alone against twenty Mo Family experts, fought fiercely.

While Mo Ling, the old housekeeper of the Mo Family, set his sights on Xiao Zheng, who stood as immovable as a mountain range.

This man was extremely old, his beard white as frost fluttering in the wind. His eyes, narrow like those of a rat, emitted a chilling light straight into the soul. His angry eyebrows quivered as if someone owed him a million yet refused to pay.

He wore a traditional black robe embroidered with casual clouds and cranes, his feet shod in boots with tiger head motifs.

Xiao Zheng’s expression turned stern, sensing that this old fellow seemed not of modern times but rather like a ranger from ancient Jianghu.

The situation allowed no time for further thought as Mo Ling, with a silent charge and hysterical roar, came rushing at him.

"Youngster, restrain your arrogance!"

"Heh, what can you do to me?"

Xiao Zheng made his move, swift and agile like a fleeing rabbit, deftly dodging the attack and launching a kick at the pretentious old Mo Ling.

Mo Ling, sensing the fierce wind of the kick, rolled awkwardly to dodge the strike, heavy as Taishan, and ended up slightly disheveled.

"Bang."

Xiao Zheng’s kick found only air, hitting the ground and creating a huge crater, blasting up a cloud of dust.

What a formidable young man!

Mo Ling was shocked, having not anticipated such a challenge from the first exchange where it seemed they were evenly matched, but in truth, he was already at a disadvantage.

It was clear that Xiao Zheng wasn’t taking the fight seriously, obviously not considering him a worthy opponent.

"Dammit!"

A wave of dissatisfaction surged within Mo Ling, and he charged again with renewed power, furiously rushing toward Xiao Zheng.

"Well met!"

Xiao Zheng remained undaunted, calmly responding, like a cat toying with a mouse.

The two engaged close together, battling fiercely.

Not far off, Titan, and Long Qie were already thriving in their battle, facing ten times their number without a change in expression.

"Titan, let’s finish this quickly!"

"Alright, they’re just a bunch of lambs to the slaughter."

Titan swung a massive iron hammer, whistling through the air, causing the Mo Family experts to spin around him in circles, like dogs trying to bite a hedgehog, unable to find an opening.

"Bang bang"

Despite standing their ground earnestly, they couldn’t avoid getting hit. In the befuddled moment of the experts, the iron hammer in their pupils only grew bigger until it sent them flying, snapping them back to reality.

"Ah, my arm!" A master screamed in terror, like a wounded deer, his left arm gone, now only an empty sleeve fluttering in the wind, blood spurting wildly, dripping steadily.

"Pfft..." Another master spouted a mouthful of blood, countless ribs broken, sitting there like a vibrating stick, trembling all over, his eyes filled with helplessness and fear looking at Titan.

Is this even a human?

While these masters were overwhelmed with panic,

Long Qie on the other side, was even more unrestrained and ferocious.

The reason being Titan wielded a blunt weapon, while Long Qie’s dark battle-axe had a sharp edge.

At that moment, the dark battle-axe, soaked with blood, turned a sinister dark red like a demonic creature, its owner’s zeal unstoppable, slaughtering divinely.

"Well met, smack!"

"Go to hell, pfft!"

"Damn it, come at me!"

Long Qie fought madly, his ferocity chilling to the bone.

The masters confronting him had lost more than half their number, only four were still barely managing, grimacing and struggling.

Their hands were numb, their hearts trembling.