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“Ah!”

A heart-wrenching wail echoed through the sky as Wu Minghuo looked at his severed arms, feeling as if he were dreaming.

He circulated his internal magic power, intending to stop the bleeding.

However, he found that as soon as his power reached the wound, it would be dissolved by an unknown force, leaving him helpless.

He could only watch as blood gushed out like a spring, flowing incessantly.

Everyone was stunned.

The people present had some understanding of Wu Minghuo’s identity.

Everyone who saw him had to be respectful.

This guy must be crazy, cutting off both his arms right away.

Seeing that things were not looking good, everyone slowly retreated.

They moved away from this troublesome place.

Many people ran out without even pulling up their pants.

The guards beside Wu Minghuo immediately stepped forward and shielded him behind them.

These people’s faces were even uglier than Wu Minghuo’s.

Damn it!

If anything happened to Young Master Minghuo, they would surely face certain death.

These people had a clear division of labor.

Several of them went to apprehend Wu Yuntian.

The remaining two bandaged him to stop the bleeding, though it was futile.

“Where did this scoundrel come from? Do you not want to live?!”

“Do you know who you just hit? You’re in trouble, kid!”

“You brat, quickly stop the bleeding for my Young Master, or you will die without a burial place.”

“Take him down and let the Grand Elder deal with him.”

“…”

These people were Wu Minghuo’s personal guards, and all dozen of them were in the Taiyi True Immortal Realm.

The one leading them was even a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

A group of people surrounded Wu Yuntian, fearing he would escape.

Wu Yuntian’s expression remained unchanged, and he said with some self-satisfaction:

“You want to catch me? Do you, of all people, even deserve to?”

These words thoroughly enraged them.

Without a word, they unleashed various Immortal Dao killing moves upon Wu Yuntian.

However, Wu Yuntian said calmly, “If I don’t keep an eye on you, you’ll all become lawless.”

He casually waved a simple attack.

A vast illusory image of a Star River, as profound as heavenly might, descended, striking the heads of these people.

They couldn’t bear the weight and knelt to the ground.

Their knees seemed to be rooted, firmly embedded in the ground, unable to move.

Meanwhile, Wu Minghuo had already fainted due to excessive blood loss.

This immense pressure directly struck his head, causing his head to sink into the ground.

The intense pain made him whimper twice, awakening him.

Then he fainted again from the pain.

It was more agonizing than being killed.

Wu Minghuo didn’t know why he had to suffer such torment.

He was a person of status, not lacking Immortal Stones or Medicinal Pills, and had already taken Wu Yanhong as his mistress, hadn't he?

Seeing that he had taught them enough of a lesson, Wu Yuntian withdrew his hand at the appropriate time.

He also stopped Wu Minghuo’s injuries.

Although Wu Minghuo was already unconscious and on his last breath at this moment.

He said indifferently, “You don’t need to come seeking revenge; I will personally go to find Wu Zhantian and have him properly discipline his son.”

“Tell him I’ll arrive in two days.”

The guards’ eyes darted around, looking at the man before them with trepidation.

He was too strong; even all of them combined were no match for him.

Moreover, from his tone, it seemed he knew the Grand Elder.

These people were not part of the Family’s core, so naturally, they didn’t recognize the newly appointed Clan Chief.

They just nodded repeatedly, saying, “We will definitely deliver the message.”

After speaking, they scurried away with their people.

Wu Yanhong stared blankly at the scene before her, already dumbfounded.

She had never witnessed such a confrontation between powerful individuals.

In her understanding, Wu Minghuo’s status was unapproachable; he could crush her with a mere flick of his finger.

She had long made up her mind to earnestly please Young Master Minghuo.

Although it was impossible for Minghuo to marry a woman of her profession.

But as long as he came often, she could live a good life by leveraging his influence.

Perhaps if she pleased him, she might even receive a reward.

Even a small reward from such a wealthy Young Master would be an income she couldn't earn in half a lifetime.

But she hadn’t expected her patron to be beaten away like this.

His hands were even cut off.

What if Young Master Minghuo got angry? Would he even cut her down?

Her heart was filled with anxiety, feeling that life was hopeless.

Just then, Wu Yuntian looked at her stunned face and said:

“You don’t need to thank me; I just can’t stand to see someone bullying the weak.”

Wu Yanhong was very displeased. You drove away my patron, and I’m supposed to thank you?

I really f**king thank you!

Originally, this scene was a script Minghuo had given her in advance.

She had also agreed.

Young Master Minghuo played the role of a ruffian, and she played the helpless weak woman.

Then, under Young Master Minghuo’s coercion, she gradually evolved into taking the initiative and falling in love with him.

This was to satisfy Young Master Minghuo’s conquest fetish.

The two had collaborated for several years, and it had always gone smoothly.

Everyone was willing; why did he have to interfere?

Although she was displeased, she still forced a smile and said, “Thank you, Young Master, for saving my life.”

She felt that this person might have a psychological problem, so she decided to humor him for now.

“Since you are safe, then come with me.”

“Huh?”

Wu Yanhong didn’t understand what he meant.

“I beat him to such a miserable state; do you think he will take his anger out on you?”

Wu Yanhong certainly knew this point, but she didn’t expect him to be so considerate of her.

For a moment, she couldn’t understand the man before her.

Wu Yuntian explained, “I know you have many confusions, but don’t rush; you will know the answer.”

With that, he conjured a auspicious cloud and took her away.

…………

Inside a grand hall, the atmosphere was terrifyingly gloomy.

Looking at the pale-faced, dying Wu Minghuo, Wu Zhantian felt a fire burning in his heart.

His breathing was rapid, and his angry eyes almost spewed flames.

Wu Zhantian took a deep breath, trying to speak calmly:

“Who did it?”

“Who beat my son like this?”

He tried his best to control his rage, but the killing intent in his eyes could not be hidden.

“Reporting, Elder, we do not know that person.”

“But that person said he would personally come to find you, and he spoke your name, so he clearly knows you.”

The guard recounted the facts of what happened.

Wu Zhantian listened quietly, countless possibilities flashing through his mind.

Was it an enemy seeking revenge?

Which enemy would be so ruthless?

Cultivating to such a high Realm, everyone would have enemies; this was the most likely possibility.

Wu Zhantian asked, “Did you remember his face?”

The guard replied, “This subordinate is incompetent; his strength was too terrifying, so…”

Wu Zhantian waved him away.

And told him to summon the best physician in the Clan to reattach his son’s severed arm, at all costs.

Having served as the Grand Elder of the Wu Clan for countless years, he had long passed the age of hot-blooded impulsiveness.

He knew that anger could not solve problems.

Rage could easily make one lose reason and make wrong judgments.

Even when death approached, one must remain calm, otherwise, even if a glimmer of hope appeared, they wouldn’t be able to grasp it.

Just then, someone outside the door shouted, “Grand Elder, the Clan Chief has come to see you.”

Since his son’s incident, many Elders had come to visit, expressing their concern.

This new Clan Chief had only been in office for a few days, so he was probably here to build good relations.

Wu Zhantian said, “Understood, I’ll be right there.”

He only thought the Clan Chief was coming to comfort him, at most to bring him some healing Medicinal Pills.

Saying things like not to be too sad and to take care of his health.