Wanyao Youyun

After returning to his own courtyard, Feng Huan could not calm down to practice. He kept thinking about his father's death, Pian Pian's disappearance, and Wu Shuang's departure. Since he was upset, he simply got up, rode on the Qingli horse, and headed out of the city in the direction he had fled.

He wanted to find some traces of what happened back then, but after a year and a half, they were no different from ants in the wild forest. The trees were still lush and green, and the stones were still the same, but there was no trace of what happened back then, not even the cliff where he fell. After all, he had fainted from the infatuation, and didn't know which direction he had gone.

The bodies of the Dark Armor Guards were probably eaten by the ferocious beasts, leaving no trace. Thinking of this, Feng Huan raised his head to the sky and let out an angry roar.

"what……"

The howling shook the mountains and forests, and all the wild animals nearby were scared away.

Half a day later, after venting his anger, his mood gradually calmed down, his eyes regained their former calmness and coldness, and Feng Huan drove his horse back to Yanzi Tower.

……

After dark, Feng Huan left Yanzi Tower again. When passing through an empty alley, the Thousand Illusions Mask on his face changed him into another face, and then he went straight to the Priest's Mansion.

The priest's palace was very large, even larger than the Zhongding Palace back then, but Feng Huan soon found Huang Mazi's location, because Huang Mazi's courtyard was luxurious and there were many guards outside the door.

The hidden assassination technique that Feng Huan had learned in Chongtian Valley now came into play. He was seen using the Cang Yuan method to conceal his breath, and then slowly approached, and in a few flashes he arrived at the courtyard.

From a distance, Huang Mazi was drinking wine and squinting his eyes to admire the graceful figure of the beautiful singer. Jin Yi was still standing behind him, saying nothing.

"It's not appropriate to take action now. We must wait until Jin Yi separates from him." Feng Huan was very patient. He calmed down and waited for an opportunity in a dark corner.

It took nearly two hours to wait until the night was very late. Huang Mazi's play with the singing girls finally came to an end. After the singing girls left, Jin Yi also left. He also had to practice, and it was impossible for him to stay by Huang Mazi's side for twelve hours a day. Besides, this was the priest's house, which was heavily guarded. There were other guards guarding the door in shifts. He lived not far from the house, so he could rush to rescue him immediately if there was any movement.

After waiting for about half a quarter of an hour, there was no movement outside, and Huang Mazi went to the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

In order to avoid the noise caused by the flow of true energy to alarm the guards outside the door, Feng Huan did not use any martial arts and slowly sneaked into Huang Mazi's room. Although there was no light in the room, after Feng Huan awakened his bloodline martial arts, such darkness was like daylight in his eyes.

When enemies meet, their eyes are full of jealousy. Staring at Huang Mazi lying on the bed, Feng Huan wanted to chop off his head with a sword. However, he felt that it was too easy for him to die in his sleep. Besides, there were some things that needed to be confirmed from him. The news he heard from others might not be accurate.

So he waved his right hand lightly, and the ice-attributed true energy sealed the meridians and acupoints of Huang Mazi's body, then tied him up with a rope and held him in his hand, and left the priest's house the same way without alarming anyone. It must be said that the assassination and stealth skills learned in Chongtian Valley were indeed good, and the hidden energy method also played an important role. The combination of the two made it so easy for Feng Huan to enter and exit the heavily guarded priest's house to arrest people.

Hiding his tracks all the way, he brought Huang Mazi to the Zhongding Palace. There were no guards at night. Feng Huan climbed over the wall and entered. He saw that this familiar place had become desolate. The yard was overgrown with weeds. The weeds were more than one meter tall and covered the entire palace. There was no trace of the former luxury. Feng Huan could no longer control his anger. He pulled out the Death Dragon and cut off Huang Mazi's left hand with one sword.

"Ah..." a scream rang out.

"Who are you? How dare you hurt me? Do you know who I am?" Huang Mazi was awakened by the severe pain. Seeing a man holding a bloody sword in front of him, he shouted at him.

"Who am I? Don't you recognize me, Huang Mazi?" Feng Huan tore off the mask with his left hand and glared at him angrily.

“Feng, Feng, Feng... How is it possible... Are you a human or a ghost!” Feng Huan has changed a lot now but Huang Mazi still recognized him at a glance. It has to be said that sometimes the person who knows you best is often your enemy!

"You're not dead yet, how could I become a ghost? But you'll die soon!" After saying that, he raised the sword in his hand and was about to chop it down.

"Don't...don't...don't kill me. Leave me alive. You can have whatever you want."

"Really?" Feng Huan paused with the sword in his hand.

"Yes, you can have whatever you want." Huang Mazi said hurriedly when he saw hope. But in his heart, he thought that as long as you let me go, you can't escape even if you have wings.

"Okay, then answer me a few questions first. Was my father's treason a crime fabricated by Huang Hualong and Emperor Shang Ming?"

"Yes, but it was mainly the Emperor's order, and we dared not disobey."

Feng Huan asked some more questions, and Huang Mazi's answers were basically the same as what Bao Dasai had heard, but they were more detailed.

"Can you let me go?" Seeing Feng Huan remained silent, Huang Mazi asked in a low voice.

"I want to live!"

"Ok!"

"what……"

Feng Huan raised his sword and swung it down, and Huang Mazi's right hand was broken.

"My father also wants to live, and my Dark Armor Guards also want to live, but they are all dead." Feng Huan roared.

"Ah..." Huang Mazi's feet were also chopped off.

"Pian Pian is missing too. This is all your fault. You have to start repaying their blood feud. But don't worry, Huang Hualong will soon be there to accompany you, as well as your emperor."

After saying that, he chopped down with the sword. Before Huang Mazi could say anything, his head rolled to the side. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was still opening and closing, as if telling of his inner resentment and the injustice of the world.

"Ah!" Feng Huan let out a long howl and exhaled all the depressed air.

"Huang Hualong, it's your turn next!"