180: Zhao Tianming's life story: his father is gone

You, you misunderstood, I, I...

Zhao Yi felt a little guilty, but he didn't want to admit it. After all, he was Zhao Tianming's father. How could he endure being scolded by his own son?

“I misunderstood?”

Zhao Tianming walked forward expressionlessly.

“Slap!”

He immediately gave his old man Zhao Yi a big whack on the nose, instantly making him spit out two teeth.

“You, you dare to hit your old man?!” Zhao Yi covered his face, looking incredulous.

“Hit you? Hmph! I wish I could cut you into a thousand pieces!” Zhao Tianming's Aura was fierce, looking like he was about to devour someone.

“You, you unfilial son, I am your father!”

“Unfilial son? Hmph, so what if I am a truly unfilial son!”

Zhao Tianming rushed forward, grabbed Zhao Yi's collar, dragged him off the bed, and then kicked him hard.

“Bang!”

Zhao Yi fell heavily to the ground, rolling around in pain.

Xiaolu watched this scene, her face pale with fright. She trembled, hiding to the side, not daring to make a sound.

“Zhao Yi, today I will act on behalf of the Dao and teach you, this shameless old man, a good lesson!”

Zhao Tianming pulled Zhao Yi up from the ground and smashed a punch fiercely onto his face.

“Bang!”

Zhao Yi was beaten black and blue, falling to the ground, screaming repeatedly.

This was still the result of Zhao Tianming holding back.

“Tian, Tianming, you, don't hit me anymore, I, I know I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again!”

Zhao Yi knew that his son's anger had soared to the heavens today, so he quickly begged for mercy.

“Won't dare anymore? Do you think I'll let you off like that?” Zhao Tianming snorted coldly, his eyes full of hatred.

“Xiaolu, come here!” Zhao Tianming shouted at Xiaolu.

Xiaolu hesitated upon hearing him, simply not daring to walk in front of Zhao Tianming.

“Can't you understand human words?!” Zhao Tianming grew even angrier.

Xiaolu lowered her head, not daring to look at Zhao Tianming, and stammered, “Tian, Tianming Gege, it was Master, he, he imprisoned me and did things he shouldn't have! Woo woo woo!”

Xiaolu began to shift the blame.

“Bitch! Don't think I don't know, I heard everything you two just said!” After Zhao Tianming finished speaking, he directly used his Blood Yang Body on Xiaolu, and instantly, Xiaolu turned into a dried up husk.

Zhao Yi trembled as he looked at Xiaolu, and immediately knelt down to his son.

“Tianming, I am your father, please spare my life! I will do anything you want!”

“Zhao Yi, from now on, you and I will go our separate ways, never to interact again. I warn you, don't let me see you again! Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!” Zhao Tianming glared fiercely at Zhao Yi, ultimately deciding to let him off.

“Tianming, how can you treat your father like this? Without you, father is nothing, Tianming!”

“Get out!” Zhao Tianming roared, kicking Zhao Yi flying.

“Tianming, I know I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again!” Zhao Yi crawled over and quickly apologized.

“Hmph, won't dare? Even if you die this time, I won't care about you anymore!”

“Tianming, have you forgotten how father protected you when you made mistakes as a child? Have you forgotten how I sheltered you when your cultivation was lost? Father really knows he was wrong, I won't dare to do it again!”

Zhao Tianming saw him playing the emotional card, and for a moment, it was indeed difficult for him to make a decision.

“Tianming, you absolutely must not be soft-hearted this time!”

Suddenly, Steward Zhao's voice came from outside the door. Because he saw Zhao Yi acting so excessively, and Zhao Tianming still wanted to let him off, he finally couldn't hold back.

“?????”

Looking at the steward who rushed in, both people in the room were a little confused.

“Slap!” Zhao Tianming delivered another big whack to the nose.

“What is your status? Is my name something you can call?”

“Tianming, my son, I am your real father!” Zhao Ji covered his face and said aggrievedly.

“What?! You are my real father? Say that again!”

“Zhao Ji, are you crazy? Tianming is my son, what are you barking about here?!” Zhao Yi also found this absurd.

“Zhao Yi, stop mumbling nonsense here. Now that the entire Zhao family is gone, and you are a lone wolf, I won't hide it anymore. Tianming is my son!”

“Back then, when you were drunk, I also... to that woman... that's how Tianming came to be!”

“Absurd, putting aside whether what you said is true or not, even if it is true, it's still highly likely my son. Based on that, you still want to steal my son?!”

“No, no, Zhao Yi, you are wrong.” Zhao Ji smiled confidently.

“Haven't you noticed that, besides Tianming, you've had so many women since birth, yet in the end, you've never had any other offspring?”

“This...”

“No need to doubt, you, Zhao Yi, are a born eunuch! It's impossible for you to have descendants!” Zhao Ji laughed loudly. He had kept this secret for so many years, and now he finally spilled it. At this moment, he only felt completely relieved.

“No, this is impossible, Tianming is my son!” Zhao Yi began to roar.

“Heh heh! Haven't you noticed all these years that Tianming looks a lot like me, hahahahahahaha!”

As soon as these words came out, even Zhao Tianming believed it eighty percent.

Zhao Yi stood rooted to the spot, his face pale, his entire being seemingly losing its vitality in an instant.

His hands trembled, his eyes fixed on Zhao Ji, his lips quivering, yet he couldn't utter a single word.

Zhao Tianming saw his “father's” expression, and his heart was also filled with mixed emotions.

His background was too messed up!

“So, you, back then... back then, really?!” Zhao Yi's voice grew lower and lower, as if he was deceiving himself.

“That's right! That's how it is, Tianming is my child!” Zhao Ji smiled even more triumphantly, but his aged face was full of ferocity.

Zhao Yi trembled all over. He couldn't believe that he would encounter such a tragedy, and the perpetrator of it all was the person he had once been most loyal to and trusted the most—Zhao Ji.

However, at this moment, he had no choice but to accept this cruel reality.

“Alright, neither of you are good people. While I still don't have the desire to act, both of you get out!”

“No, it's not like this! My life shouldn't be like this, Zhao Ji, you deserve to die, you deserve to die, ahhh!!!”

Suddenly, the distraught Zhao Yi on the side erupted, took out his Natal Spiritual Artifact, and swung a hammer at Zhao Ji's head.

Instantly, Zhao Ji's head was directly sent flying. Zhao Ji's head was still thinking in mid-air why it suddenly flew out, and then he saw his headless corpse.

He wanted to say something, but no sound came out. He was as dead as could be.