Chapter 11 (2/2)

Wu Zhixian was speechless again.

From the road to the west, a man in a green shirt dashed over, kicking up a cloud of dust behind him. He was extremely quick and reached the two of them in a flash. With a stumble, he fell to the ground crying, “Mister, you’re finally here, the Old Master… Young Master… they… ahhh…”

Wu Zhixian had worried that this tragedy would become a case with no leads, then a servant of the Zhou family fled towards them. This would mean that they could at least gather some clues about the situation. His heart leapt as he jumped off his horse. He quickly went up and picked up the man in green. “Quickly, tell us! Who was the culprit? What happened here?”

“I am the culprit!”

Bang! The man in green suddenly burst out, brandishing his palm and striking Wu Zhixian right on the top of his head. With a crack, his skull caved in and blood spurted everywhere. Before he could utter a single cry, Wu Zhixian had died then and there.

Needless to say, the man in green was naturally Xu Yi.

After Xu Yi had stolen the two pure gold biscuits from Old Master Zhou’s study and set the fires, he was about to flee when he heard the thundering of hooves.

He climbed up an old tree and watched from above. In no time at all, a troupe of horsemen had arrived. And as he looked further, his eyes locked onto Zhou Shirong’s face.

Although he had never seen Zhou Shirong before, with a face that shared so many features with Young Master Zhou, he could easily guess which family Zhou Shirong belonged to.

Upon guessing Zhou Shirong’s identity, Xu Yi felt his blood rushing again. The Zhou family had only two branches: one was Old Master Zhou’s, and the other was Zhou Daogan’s.

Old Master Zhou had only one son, which meant that Zhou Shirong must be one of Zhou Daogan’s spawn.

Xu Yi hated the Zhou family, and if there were a root of that hatred, it would definitely be Zhou Daogan.

The Xu family’s deep hatred and their terrible fates could all be traced back to the acts of Zhou Daogan alone.

Xu Yi knew that with his current abilities, there was no way he could even beat one of Zhou Daogan’s fingers. But, even if he could not kill Zhou Daogan, he could still kill his son and have that old thief experience a taste of heart wrenching pain.

With his mind made up, Xu Yi climbed down the tree, found a quiet spot, and dug up some earth as a grave. He lit up three incense sticks and placed the heads of the two Zhou’s in front of the grave. He knelt to the ground and gave an offering to his ancestors, then got up again. With a kick, he sent the two heads flying back into the flames. He then avoided the incoming horsemen and went straight for Zhou Shirong.

Xu Yi had planned his move carefully, not daring to underestimate Zhou Shirong. The mere fact that this was Zhou Daogan’s son meant that he could not afford to do so. If he wanted to get the upper hand against Zhou Shirong, the best way was to use schemes and catch them while they were unaware.

Indeed, taking advantage of the fact that his identity was unknown, he successfully got up close. With a sudden explosive move, he killed Wu Zhixian with one hit, a man who was also at the peak of Body Forging.

Although the explanation took up many words, Xu Yi’s killing of Wu Zhixian happened in just a flash. Zhou Shirong was carefully trying to listen to the situation when he was taken by surprise.

After Xu Yi’s palm struck, his body moved like lightning, appearing in front of Zhou Shirong in a flash. His two iron fists struck out like lightning. They managed to touch Zhou Shirong’s white robes and were about to land a hit.

But Zhou Shirong had impressive skills. His body suddenly vanished, just like a spectre, with no trace at all.

This was a surprise to Xu Yi, and a chill ran down his spine. He knew well how fast his fists were. They were thrown with all his might. If he were in Zhou Shirong’s position, he would definitely not have been able to avoid them.

Xu Yi was panicking when he felt a wind whistling behind him. The strong force of qi made his whole body shudder, as though he were being pricked by needles.