Four Seas Cloud Moon

Qian Duoduo's face darkened after hearing Zhou Fanlin's words. He slowly turned his head and cast his gaze over to Qian Feihu, who lay dying beside him. Although Qian Feihu's life was hanging by a thread, he still struggled tenaciously to sit up. Finally, after some effort, he managed to prop himself up.

"Dad, yes, it's me... So what if it's me? Don't blame me. I did this just to make myself stronger. As long as I am strong enough, I can get rid of their control. By then, I will definitely become the best in the world!" Qian Feihu gasped and explained to his father with effort, his eyes revealing an almost crazy persistence.

Qian Duoduo stared silently at his son, who had once made him so proud. Now, he could only shake his head helplessly, a bitter smile playing on his face. "Son, you don't understand at all. You really don't understand anything! We were originally vassal kings, hereditary princes, and could have enjoyed a lifetime of wealth and glory. Even if our power was reduced in the future, we could have maintained a substantial family fortune and lived comfortably for the rest of our lives! But why did you do this? Why did you have to go and join those people?" Qian Duoduo's voice choked with sobs as his eyes gradually moistened.

He didn't know whether he was questioning Qian Feihu's actions or blaming himself for being powerless. Faced with this chaotic situation, Qian Duoduo felt deeply desperate and helpless.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, completely confused as to who this mysterious "he" they were talking about was. However, judging by Zhou Fanlin's fearless expression, it was clear that this "he" must have an extremely powerful force backing him, otherwise how could Zhou Fanlin dare to act so arrogantly?

Ziying was also filled with doubts at this moment, but his strong curiosity drove him to ask, "Hmph, I wonder which family's lackey you are? And who is the master behind you?"

Zhou Fanlin was secretly delighted to see Ziying asking this question, thinking he was afraid. He laughed wildly, "Hahahahahahaha, a nobody like you is not qualified to know the identity of my master! You just need to understand that this world belongs to my master. If he wants to kill someone, that person will die!"

Ziying stared coldly at the reckless Zhou Fanlin before him. He slowly walked over to Zhou Xuanyi, who stood nearby. He reached out and yanked the sword hanging from his waist. The blade flashed with a chilling light, sending chills down his spine. He pointed the tip of the blade at Zhou Xuanyi and said gravely, "It seems you don't intend to tell the truth either."

In fact, Zhou Xuanyi was very conflicted. He really wanted to tell the truth, but unfortunately he knew nothing about it. In desperation, he had to pretend to be a tough guy and keep his mouth shut.

At that moment, a scream pierced the air. Ziying, without hesitation, raised his sword and struck. A streak of blood splattered, and Zhou Xuanyi's arm instantly separated from his body, falling heavily to the ground. Ziying's face was grim, and he turned to look at Zhou Fanlin, his eyes as cold as ice, holding the bloodstained sword.

Yet, facing such a bloody and brutal scene, Zhou Fanlin remained unmoved, not even a frown. He continued with disdain, "How dare you, a bunch of ignorant people, treat me like this? Just wait! When my master learns of this, he will bring the most brutal revenge upon you. By then, all of you will be dead!"

Before he finished speaking, another shrill scream of "Ah--" was heard, and Zhou Xuanyi's other arm was ruthlessly cut off by Ziying, and the blood dyed the ground red.

"Dad, please tell me everything you know."

Zhou Fanlin looked at Zhou Xuanyi and said, "Son, if I tell you, we will die even more miserably. Don't worry, someone will definitely avenge us!"

Ziying chopped off Zhou Xuanyi's legs with two more strikes. At this time, Zhou Xuanyi became a human stick. He also chopped off Zhou Fanlin's hands and feet and threw him out to feed the wolves!

At this moment, Qian Feihu and Qian Duoduo were the only two left in the arena. Qian Duoduo's gaze slowly swept over Qian Feihu, then fixed on Ziying. He took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke, "I hope the General will give my son a quick death! I will tell you everything I know!" With a dull "puff" sound, the sharp blade instantly sank into Qian Feihu's heart. Qian Feihu's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief and resignation. He staggered a few times before collapsing heavily to the ground.

Ziying drew his long sword expressionlessly, gently wiped the blood from Qian Feihu's clothes, and then neatly sheathed it. Then, he stepped forward to Qian Duoduo. Qian Duoduo's face now showed a bitter smile, one that seemed to carry endless sadness and helplessness.

Han Cheng and the others on the side looked at Ziying as if he were a fool, thinking to themselves, "This guy is so naive! He killed someone's son first, and now he still wants to get useful information out of this father? It's just a foolish dream!"

However, at this moment, Qian Duoduo seemed lost in some recollection. After a moment's silence, he finally spoke slowly, "Actually, I have no idea of ​​the identities of those people or the power behind them. But one thing is certain: the rules governing this world are completely controlled by them. With your current strength, you simply cannot contend with them." He paused briefly before continuing, "Five years ago, they suddenly approached us..."

Just as Qian Duoduo was about to reveal more crucial information, an arrow streaked towards him like lightning, piercing his heart. Ziying's expression suddenly changed, and he flashed like an arrow, darting in pursuit of the archer. Unfortunately, despite his incredible speed, the mysterious archer ultimately escaped.

Everyone in the house rushed out, but unfortunately they didn't see a single ghost. Everyone was at a loss!

"General Ziying, can you see who it is?"

"A man in black, petite, and too fast. What a pity, what a pity!"

This made Ziying a little frightened. He was afraid of who that person was. After all, he could kill someone right under his nose and get away with it. Was he lying in ambush here long ago or was he a spy who had infiltrated our ranks?

The two princes who had once enjoyed great glory ended their lives thus.