Wu Qiang heard Liu Lei exclaim Yang Feilong's name, and a cold sneer curled his lips. "What, you still hope Yang Feilong is here to save you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned his head and saw a figure appear before his eyes, walking slowly towards him. "Yang Feilong!"
Wu Qiang's eyes widened.
He had previously formulated a plan that he thought was flawless, but in the blink of an eye, Yang Feilong appeared before him.
Hadn't all his meticulous planning gone to waste?
"Wu Qiang!" Yang Feilong looked at Wu Qiang, a smile playing on his lips. He hadn't heard the full plan, but he had overheard the latter part and felt a sense of relief.
He was fortunate that his bad mood had prompted him to come here today, otherwise, while he might not have been killed, he would have suffered a great loss, and it was even possible the plan could have succeeded!
After all, despite its treachery, the plan had a high probability of success!
Who could have imagined that Liu Lei's call would be overheard by someone lurking behind him?
Yang Feilong recalled that Liu Lei hadn't shown any signs of suspicion at the time. Thinking about it now, Liu Lei hadn't even noticed anyone eavesdropping, so how could he have been suspicious?
"I originally thought I would have to scheme against you. Since you've appeared, I'll spare your dog life and avenge my son!" Wu Qiang said, a sinister smile on his face as he drew the sword from his waist.
*Hum!*
The sword erupted with dazzling light.
He had estimated Yang Feilong's strength to be at the peak of the Lingwu realm because he had inadvertently learned that the Lin family's attempt to have several Lingwu realm cultivators pursue and kill Yang Feilong had failed. The ability to kill several Lingwu realm cultivators suggested his strength might indeed have reached the peak of the Lingwu realm!
This was all conjecture. He had joined forces with the Liu family precisely to ensure no stone was left unturned.
After all, even if Yang Feilong couldn't defeat him, what if he escaped?
That would be trouble!
He knew Yang Feilong was the son-in-law of the Han family, and the Han family had more than one or two Yuanwu realm experts. If they were to intervene, he would be in trouble.
"Your son? When did I kill your son?" Yang Feilong's eyes widened. He felt he was being framed. Honestly, he hadn't killed any of the Wu family members. Of course, if one considered those who had indirectly died because of him, there were two: Wu Lang and Wu Hua.
"En?" Yang Feilong's eyes narrowed, and he exclaimed in shock, "Wu Lang is your son?"
He felt that Wu Lang bore a striking resemblance to Wu Qiang before him.
"Wu Lang? Isn't that the son of the Wu family patriarch?" Liu Lei also exclaimed in astonishment.
"A cuckold!" In the next moment, both Yang Feilong and Liu Lei blurted out the same words.
This Wu Qiang had actually cuckolded his elder brother, the patriarch of the Wu family.
At this moment, Yang Feilong fully understood why Wu Qiang hated him so much.
Even though Wu Lang and Wu Hua were killed by Li Huiyan, it wasn't entirely wrong to say that Yang Feilong had caused their deaths!
"Your Wu family is truly interesting. Your elder brother, the patriarch of the Wu family, insulted Li Huiyan's wife, forcing her to commit suicide due to humiliation. Meanwhile, your own brother has been cuckolding him with his wife!" Yang Feilong revealed a playful smile. "It's truly amusing!"
"Li Huiyan?" In the next moment, Wu Qiang seemed to realize something, his eyes narrowing. "Li Huiyan actually..."
"That's right, you've guessed correctly. In fact, both Wu Hua and Wu Lang were killed by Li Huiyan!" Yang Feilong grinned. "Even without me, they would have died sooner or later!"
"Damn it! After I kill you, I'll go kill Li Huiyan!" Wu Qiang gritted his teeth and roared.
He had never imagined Li Huiyan was the murderer. Previously, he had thought Li Huiyan had fled out of fear for not having protected Wu Lang and Wu Hua. Now, through Yang Feilong's words, he realized Li Huiyan harbored an intense hatred for their family. And the fact that Yang Feilong knew all this clearly indicated they were colluding!
"Die!" Wu Qiang, filled with rage, attacked Yang Feilong.
*Whoosh!*
Wu Qiang lunged at Yang Feilong, his sword moving with incredible speed and power.
Compared to Lin Zhantong, whom Yang Feilong had killed not long ago, Wu Qiang's strength was clearly greater. His swordsmanship was a killing art, each move imbued with terrifying power!
"Can Yang Feilong withstand this?" Liu Lei's eyes narrowed as he watched.
In his opinion, it would be best if the two of them perished together!
But thinking about the poison within him, only Wu Qiang and Yang Feilong could cure it. The former would surely have an antidote, and the latter could even cure the poison in Old Master Li's body, so his own poison should be no problem.
As for them perishing together, he was uncertain if Wu Qiang would have an antidote.
What if the poison only had a temporary relief? Therefore, if one of them had to survive, he hoped it would be Yang Feilong, whom he had previously detested.
It had to be said that Liu Lei's feelings at this moment were incredibly complex and even absurd, as he now wished for Yang Feilong, who had "stolen his wife," to win!
In the next moment, something that made Liu Lei gasp happened. Yang Feilong, who had been empty-handed, suddenly had a long sword in his hand for some unknown reason.
The sword hummed, appearing incredibly extraordinary.
"Where did he hide his sword before?" Liu Lei was stunned.
This long sword was naturally the one gifted to Yang Feilong by the old master. Where was it before? It was on his waist, a soft belt that, when infused with true qi, became incredibly rigid!
Moreover, its sharpness left Yang Feilong in silent admiration.
"Autumn Wind Falling Leaf Sword Technique!" Yang Feilong whispered.
He had rarely used sword techniques before, not because he couldn't, but because he lacked a proper sword. Although true qi could condense into a sword, it consumed a great deal of true qi and was relatively fragile.
But this soft sword was different. Once infused with true qi, its full potential was unleashed.
Yang Feilong, feeling inspired, immediately unleashed one of the three major sword techniques he had mastered!
Autumn Wind Falling Leaf Sword Technique, a killing sword art. Each strike was like an autumn wind sweeping through fallen leaves, reflecting an endless cascade of leaves, with the boundless and sharp killing intent of the autumn wind hidden within.
*Bang!*
To Liu Lei's stunned gaze, Wu Qiang was sent flying. Wounds appeared all over his body, making him look battered and pathetic!
"You..." Wu Qiang looked at Yang Feilong, his eyes filled with fear and shock.
He had thought Yang Feilong would be difficult to deal with and had gone all out from the start, but he had never expected to be completely unable to fight back against Yang Feilong. He had been repelled in the blink of an eye, and his body had already sustained terrible wounds from the residual energy of Yang Feilong's sword!
"He's too strong, Yang Feilong is too strong!" Liu Lei's eyes widened in disbelief as he witnessed this scene.