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But he had no choice; Jiang Chen was too powerful, a hundred times stronger than he had imagined, and completely beyond his ability to contend with. Now, with no cards left to play, he could only retreat to the deep mountains and forests to spend the rest of his days. It was already a good outcome that Jiang Chen had spared his life.
Liu Xifang drove down the mountain, and the atmosphere in the car was extremely tense because the Blood Corpse sat inside. Although the Blood Corpse had now transformed into Bronze Corpse and looked less frightening, Liu Xifang and the others still felt a chill running down their spines.
Just moments ago, Liu Xifang, Liu Pingping, and Yang Er had been soaked by the lake water. Their nerves had been so taut that they hadn’t felt cold, but now that they relaxed even slightly, the chill enveloped them instantly.
Jiang Chen unleashed three streams of Spiritual Energy and infused them into Liu Xifang and the others, which finally eased their discomfort.
As Jiang Chen descended from Niu Tou Mountain, another car was parked at the intersection. Inside were Hu Sanxiong and Xiao Junyong, anxiously waiting. Although they had come to witness the spectacle, they dared not venture up the mountain and remained at the roadside.
When they saw Jiang Chen’s car coming down, Hu Sanxiong and Xiao Junyong exchanged glances and sighed deeply.
After a while, Li Hai Feng and several clan members helped each other down the mountain but did not see Feng Laowu’s figure.
Unable to contain their curiosity, Hu Sanxiong and Xiao Junyong approached to inquire about Feng Laowu. Upon learning that he was dead, they stood frozen in place for a long time.
“Hu Lao, it seems our decision yesterday was indeed correct,” Xiao Junyong said with lingering fear. Just yesterday, he had nearly allied with Feng Laowu against Jiang Chen.
“There’s probably no one left in this world who can contend with Mr. Jiang anymore. As for my son’s vengeance, let it drift away with the wind,” Hu Sanxiong lamented.
He had seen Jiang Chen multiple times; each encounter revealed Jiang Chen growing stronger. This time was the closest he had ever been to avenging his son. After all, Feng Laowu had boasted about the Corpse Refining Clan's might yesterday—Li Hai Feng was supposed to become a Martial Arts Supreme with a hundred Flying Copper Armored Corpses equivalent to human Martial Arts Divine Realm fighters under his command. Yet today, such a formidable force had been utterly annihilated.
Who else in this world could stand against Jiang Chen? Unless nuclear weapons were employed, which was simply impossible.
“Let it drift away,” Xiao Junyong echoed with a sigh of relief.
Compared to Feng Laowu, Xiao Junyong felt himself fortunate. While Feng Laowu had lost his life, Xiao Junyong had merely lost a son. He himself was still young enough to have more children if needed. Wealthy individuals could still marry young wives and have sons even at eighty years old if they had the energy.
After leaving Niu Tou Mountain, the weather gradually improved; the dark clouds dispersed and sunlight flooded down. The events that had just transpired on Niu Tou Mountain were unknown to the people of Ningcheng as they continued their lives and work as usual.
At Liu Family Villa.
After returning home, Liu Xifang changed into a fresh set of clothes before coming out to meet Jiang Chen.
“Manager Liu, please drive me to Shanghai tomorrow morning,” Jiang Chen said. Although the Blood Corpse now wore clothes like a person, it lacked proper identification and could not take planes or trains; it could only travel by private car.
After some contemplation, Jiang Chen decided to return to Shanghai instead of going back to Nangang. He felt that Ye Ming's villa in Shanghai, named Quiet Villa, would be more suitable for cultivation compared to his own Huafei Villa.
“Alright then, Mr. Jiang. It’s getting late today; you can rest at my house tonight while I arrange dinner,” Liu Xifang offered.
Jiang Chen did not refuse; he nodded in agreement before stepping aside to make a phone call. He had already settled on a place for cultivation and needed to make arrangements before heading back.
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