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Since establishing a relationship with the Corpse Refining Clan, Feng Laowu's ambitions had been steadily growing. If the Corpse Refining Clan aimed to become the supreme force in Hua Xia Martial Arts, then he aspired to be the leader of the Huaxia Underground World. He no longer wished to remain in the backward Southwest Province.
Hearing Feng Laowu's words, Hu Sanxiong suddenly darkened at the thought of his deceased son.
"What’s wrong, Hu Lao?" Feng Laowu and Xiao Junyong quickly asked.
"Ah, Brother Xiao, you and I share a common suffering. My son tragically passed away six months ago during the Cangnan Martial Arts Conference while competing," Hu Sanxiong said with a sorrowful expression.
"What? Is that true?" Feng Laowu and Xiao Junyong were taken aback, especially Xiao Junyong, who looked at Hu Sanxiong with a sense of shared grief.
"Let’s not dwell on it. In martial arts competitions, life and death are fated; I can only say my son was unfortunate," Hu Sanxiong sighed deeply.
"Hu Lao, I misspoke. While life and death are part of martial arts, shouldn’t we have considered your feelings and kept things civil? To actually resort to lethal force is utterly unforgivable," Feng Laowu said discontentedly.
"Last year's Cangnan Martial Arts Gathering saw Luo Jue, an ancestor of one of the Seven Great Martial Arts Families, killed by Yan Xiaotian from Hongmen. Yan Xiaotian was later killed by someone else. My son's death was unavoidable; let’s not discuss it further. You should refrain from making wild comments; matters of martial arts are not for us to meddle in," Hu Sanxiong warned. Each faction has its own rules; martial arts have their own codes, and underground forces have theirs. It’s best for everyone to keep to their own affairs to survive long-term.
"Hu Lao, the reason I brought you here is precisely to involve ourselves in martial arts matters. Just tell me who killed your son, and I will help you take revenge," Feng Laowu said grandly.
"Don’t joke around," Hu Sanxiong replied helplessly. He was well aware of Feng Laowu's strength and had witnessed Jiang Chen's prowess; he dared not seek revenge.
"Hu Lao, I’m not joking. This time, I have a powerful backing," Feng Laowu said with a smile and then repeated what he had just told Xiao Junyong to Hu Sanxiong.
Upon hearing this, Hu Sanxiong was also left speechless.
"Are you serious? The Corpse Refining Clan is really that formidable?" Hu Sanxiong was shocked. If what Feng Laowu said was true, then perhaps they could indeed seek revenge against Jiang Chen.
After all, according to Feng Laowu, one Flying Copper Armored Corpse from the Corpse Refining Clan was equivalent to a Martial Arts Divine Realm expert. A hundred Flying Copper Armored Corpses would mean facing a hundred Martial Arts Divine Realm experts. Moreover, the Corpse Refining Clan had even more powerful trump cards; it seemed feasible to challenge Jiang Chen. Even if Jiang Chen possessed great abilities, he couldn't possibly defeat a hundred Flying Copper Armored Corpses.
"If that’s the case, it might really be worth a try," Hu Sanxiong said with growing excitement.
"Hu Lao, how about this: you, me, and Brother Xiao form an alliance and leverage the power of the Corpse Refining Clan. In the future, we will split the Huaxia Underground World among us three," Feng Laowu suggested with a smile.
"I have no objections," Xiao Junyong said.
"Neither do I. But Brother Feng, you must have some conditions?" Hu Sanxiong inquired.
"No conditions at all! Since your son is no longer with us, why not adopt my son as your own? From now on, we’ll be family—there’s no closer bond than that. We can all share in the spoils together," Feng Laowu laughed.
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