Chapter 98: The Fall of Uncle Zhong

Chapter 98: The Fall of Uncle Zhong

The air was thick with blood and chaos as Mu Feng faced the assassins.

A sharp whistle pierced the night, signaling danger, and Mu Feng turned just in time to push a Mu family disciple out of the path of a deadly arrow.

"Careful! Take cover! They have archers!" he shouted, dragging his companions behind a courtyard wall.

"Thwip! Thwip!"

Arrows streaked through the night, but the wall provided momentary safety. Mu Feng peeked out and saw the fallen body of the disciple who had warned them earlier. His heart grew cold as four archers emerged, setting aside their bows and drawing blades.

Counterattack

"Flank them. We'll take them out together," Mu Feng whispered, signaling Mu Kuang and Bai Ziyue to split up.

As the archers stepped cautiously into the courtyard, they were caught off guard. From above, Mu Feng, Mu Kuang, and Bai Ziyue launched a surprise attack.

"Slash!"

Mu Feng's blade cleaved one assassin in two, while Bai Ziyue's sword pierced another's skull. Mu Kuang followed suit, cutting down a third. The last assassin stumbled back in terror, shouting for reinforcements.

"Help! Mu Feng is here!"

The cry was cut short as Mu Feng shot two golden energy beams from his fingertips. The assassin deflected the first but failed to block Mu Feng's next attack.

"Nine Flame Fist Burst!"

With a roar, Mu Feng's fiery punch obliterated the man's head, leaving a bloody mess behind.

The Battle of the Strong

Nearby, Zhang, the Yuan Dan Realm assassin, faced Mu Hai, Uncle Zhong, and another elder.

"Stone-Crushing Palm!" Zhang roared, unleashing a wave of yellow energy. The three elders combined their efforts to counter with sword energy, blade arcs, and fist techniques, but their attacks were obliterated by Zhang's overwhelming power.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The three were hurled through the air, coughing blood as they crashed to the ground.

"Fools. Do you think you can stand against me?" Zhang sneered.

Mu Feng, witnessing the devastation, rushed to their aid alongside Mu Kuang and Bai Ziyue.

"Uncle Zhong! Uncle Hai! Are you all right?"

Uncle Zhong coughed, blood staining his lips. "Young Master, you must flee! This man is here to kill you!"

"Leave now! We'll hold him off!" Mu Hai urged.

"Leave? Where could he possibly run?" Zhang mocked, advancing with an air of inevitability.

The Fight for Survival

Mu Feng stepped forward, his expression grim. "I won't leave. If my father didn't abandon the Mu family, how could I flee now?"

Uncle Zhong clenched his fists. "Young Master, this isn't the time for loyalty. You're the hope of the Mu family. Go!"

"Enough! I'm staying!" Mu Feng declared, drawing the Shura Blood God Blade. A crimson aura enveloped the weapon, catching Zhang's attention.

"Interesting... a divine weapon," Zhang muttered, his eyes gleaming with greed.

With a roar, Mu Feng charged, pouring half his energy into the blade. A crimson arc of destructive energy slashed toward Zhang, breaking through his protective aura.

"Stone-Crushing Palm!" Zhang countered, shattering the blade's energy and sending Mu Feng flying. Blood sprayed from Mu Feng's mouth as he crashed to the ground.

Zhang raised his palm to deliver the finishing blow, but Mu Feng hurled a barrage of golden talismans into the air. The talismans erupted into sword energy, forcing Zhang to shield himself.

"Protect the Young Master!" Uncle Zhong shouted, launching himself at Zhang.

A Heartbreaking Sacrifice

The three elders reengaged Zhang, but they were no match for his power. Zhang sent them flying once more, leaving them bloodied and broken.

Uncle Zhong, battered but determined, lunged forward and grabbed Zhang's leg. "Run, Young Master!" he roared.

Zhang sneered and raised his hand. "You're in the way."

With a sickening crack, Zhang's palm crushed Uncle Zhong's skull. Blood and brain matter splattered as Uncle Zhong's lifeless body collapsed.

"Uncle Zhong!" Mu Feng screamed, his voice raw with anguish.

Mu Kuang and Bai Ziyue froze in shock, tears streaming down their faces. To Bai Ziyue, Uncle Zhong had been like a father.

Mu Feng's Wrath

Kneeling beside Uncle Zhong's body, Mu Feng let out a guttural roar, his eyes turning crimson as the Shura Bloodline surged within him. His murderous intent swept through the battlefield, sending a chill down Zhang's spine.

"You will pay for this," Mu Feng vowed, his voice low and menacing.