Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

Zheng Zibu abandoned his last remaining hope. He was shivering all over, his lips were turning purple, and he simply couldn't take it anymore.

"Is it?"

"Since you're willing to cooperate, we can save ourselves the trouble of wasting any more time."

The executioner from the Lü family revealed a relieved smile and ordered his men to put Zheng Zibu down. The doctor present immediately stopped the bleeding and bandaged the wound.

The old man from the Wang family, having changed his fierce demeanor, ordered someone to bring food and a pot of wine, and said with a smile that concealed a knife:

"Young friend, please forgive me for my previous neglect."

"As long as you are willing to hand over the Tongtian Scroll, with the protection of the Wang and Lü families, who in the world would dare to take your life?"

Zheng Zibu was still in shock. His face was pale, and he lay half-reclined, barely able to speak, "Can you really protect me?"

"What a joke! This is as easy as turning your hand; there's nothing difficult about it."

The old man from the Wang family stroked his beard and laughed heartily, looking down at the prisoners at his feet, and said arrogantly:

"We'll protect you if we say we will. We always keep our word. We've even protected Feng Tianyang, so why would we care about one more?"

The man from the Lü family shared the same attitude; he put away the instruments of torture and smiled with pleasure.

"Alright, you should get some rest tonight, but don't disappoint us tomorrow morning."

The Wang and Lü families came only for the extraordinary skill. As for Zheng Zibu's life, they considered it insignificant. If he knew what was good for him, they might as well let him go.

Chapter 208 Quanxing Intervenes

Late at night, the sound of eating could be heard inside the dungeon.

Having regained some strength, Zheng Zibu lay on the ground. His hands were severely injured, making it impossible for him to hold chopsticks. He could only lower his head and open his mouth like livestock, devouring all the food in front of him.

His lips were parched, his throat was parched, and he tremblingly used his limbs to lift the lid of the wine jug and drank deeply.

Outside the dungeon, four guards stood watch, keeping a close watch on everything.

Zheng Zibu leaned against the corner of the wall, breathing wearily. His head was spinning and his limbs were weak. Before the old man from the Wang family left, he had given him a muscle-relaxing powder, trying to cut off any possibility that he might try to take advantage of the situation.

However, what these people didn't know was that even if they circulated Qi within their bodies and constructed talismans, given enough time, there would still be a glimmer of hope.

Beneath that scarred chest, the true qi flowing between the bones converged and gradually transformed into a special talisman, imbued with strands of golden light, its profound power unfathomable—it was none other than the Golden Escape Flowing Light.

Since obtaining the 'Tongtian Talisman', Zheng Zibu has been relentlessly hunted down, leaving him little time to cultivate. If he had mastered this talisman earlier, he wouldn't have ended up in such a predicament.

“Huh…Huh…Huh…”

Zheng Zibu's chest rose and fell slowly, his face, disheveled and cold, was gloomy and cold. Only Wugensheng and seven others knew that he possessed the 'Tongtian Lu'.

Is the mole Feng Tianyang...?

The Wang and Lü families...

He closed his eyes in deep thought, enduring the burning rage in his chest and the excruciating pain that seeped into his bones from all parts of his body. Every second made his hatred surge and escalate, and he secretly swore that he would definitely leave this place alive and pay for his blood debt in the future.

Half an hour...

almost.

The talisman, shrouded in golden light, is nearing completion. Once refined in one go, it can be used freely within the limits of the body's capacity, allowing the user to roam the world at will.

Time passed slowly, and in order to distract the guards, he even deliberately made intermittent snoring sounds.

The guards outside the dungeon overheard this, and they, already drowsy, let their guard down.

Several hours before dawn, a sudden change occurred. A sharp scream came from the upper level of the dungeon, terrifying the four guards and even startling Zheng Zibu awake.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

Gunshots rang out intermittently, growing louder as they approached. The four guards immediately realized that someone was attempting a prison break.

However, before they could react, a group of fleeing supernatural beings rushed into the dungeon and hurriedly pushed the mechanism, causing the massive stone door, weighing thousands of kilograms, to close.

Old Wang was terrified and almost couldn't catch his breath; his cloudy, cunning eyes were now filled with fear.

Of the two elite forces that had followed him, only seven remained.

"Enemy attack!!"

"Enemy attack!!"

"Leave through the secret passage and take that thief with you!"

The old man from the Wang family was so anxious that he flew into a rage. The next moment, a roar that shook the entire dungeon interrupted his command.

"Boom!!"

The heavy stone door was suddenly pierced through by a slender arm. The sharp Crimson Martial True Qi shattered the stone door in an instant, turning it into dust.

"Old man, are you so terrified?"

The young man standing at the dungeon exit, dressed in retro black clothes, was radiant and had eyes like deep springs. He stunned the entire audience with just one sentence.

The leader of the Quanxing Sect—Gu Qi'an.

Accompanying him were several vicious and evil grandmasters, as well as a densely packed group of demons.

"You...you mustn't be so presumptuous!"

"This is our Wang family's territory. Sir, please leave yourself some room to maneuver. Perhaps we will have another chance to meet in the future."

The old man's voice trembled as he spoke, his previous arrogance vanishing in an instant.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that the seemingly frivolous young man in front of him could emerge unscathed from a barrage of gunfire from more than a dozen foreign guns, even walking on flat ground and killing one person with each step.

After only a short while of fierce fighting, the guards of the Wang and Lü families suffered heavy casualties and had to retreat into the dungeon to temporarily avoid the enemy's advance.

Zheng Zibu, inside the cage, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He recognized several familiar faces who had previously chased him. These demons were even more troublesome than he had imagined. The young man was probably the new sect leader who had replaced Fourth Brother.

"Leave a way out?"

Gu Qi'an seemed to have heard a humorous joke, a smile curving his lips as he looked at the old man and said, "Does the mere Wang family deserve to make such a racket here?"

"And what about my Lü family as well?"

The man from the Lü family who had previously carried out the torture spoke up, saying he was extremely anxious and had sent out a message for help. However, given the current standoff, they feared they wouldn't last long against these bloodthirsty madmen.

"Just a coward."

"You may leave now."

Gu Qi'an strode forward, showing no fear of these blustering but cowardly fellows.

"Stop!!"

One of the Wang family guards, steeling himself, called out, but as the young man approached, he trembled like a leaf.

"Pfft!"

A huge head flew into the air, blood splattering everywhere. The guard felt dizzy and fell heavily to the ground before he saw his own stiff, upright corpse. His terrified pupils quickly dimmed.

A certain heretical grandmaster controls invisible Qi lines that spread across the dungeon walls. With just a command from the sect leader, he can sever the heads of the Wang and Lü families.

"thump!"

One of the timid guards, his legs went weak, and he couldn't help but kneel down on the ground. He dared not look Gu Qi'an in the eye; the man's aura was terrifying to the extreme.

"thump!"

"thump!"

The other guards, without hesitation, knelt down one after another, abandoning any thought of resistance.

To save their lives, the old man from the Wang family and the man from the Lü family endured the humiliation and knelt silently, but they kept this debt in their hearts, determined to get it back a thousand times over in the future.

"Hand over the Heavenly Scroll?"

Gu Qi'an, standing outside the prison, asked softly.

"..."

Zheng Zibu, who was once again in dire straits, couldn't help but tremble when he looked at the young man. The oppressive feeling he felt from this seemingly weak young man was indescribable, as if the abyss was right next to him.

escape!

escape! !

We absolutely have to escape!!

"Ok?"

Seeing the prisoner bowing his head in silence, Gu Qi'an vaguely sensed something. He raised his hand like lightning, and a streak of blood-red true qi was instantly unleashed, reducing the iron cage to ashes.

At the critical moment, risking his life and the annihilation of his cultivation, Zheng Zibu forcibly activated the 'Tongtian Talisman'. The Qi-transformation talisman hidden under his chest shone with golden light, unleashing its ultimate power. It transformed into a streak of light, soaring into the sky and instantly piercing through layers of prison walls before disappearing into the horizon.

"Bang!!"

The crimson true qi blasted through the wall, but to no avail. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zheng Zibu escaped with unbelievable skill.

"The Heavenly Scroll..."

"interesting."

Gu Qi'an was not angry; on the contrary, he became somewhat interested. He turned and left, leaving behind a sentence that terrified the Wang and Lü families.

"killed."

"You scoundrel! You've bullied me..."

"Pfft!"

The last words of the six people, including the old man from the Wang family, were cut short as a sharp thread of Qi swept across their necks, and their heads fell to the ground.

"Master, we've heard that the Wang family has captured Feng Tianyang. Shall we go and take a look?" a trusted aide asked respectfully.

"To summon spirits and command generals?"

Gu Qi'an muttered to himself while smiling faintly: "Since the Wang family is prepared, then let's go and take a look. Right now, all the factions are too busy to help each other. I'd like to see who can help them."

"Also... send some more people to search for Zheng Zibu's whereabouts and keep an eye on him in his hometown; perhaps there will be an opportunity."

"Yes!"

......

The golden light streaked across the vast land, traversing mountains and valleys for countless miles, finally returning to its hometown at dawn.

"boom!"

Exhausted, Zheng Zibu staggered to the ground as the golden light faded. Before he could recover, his hazy consciousness was suddenly jolted awake by a thick, pungent smell of blood.

Looking around, the once peaceful village was now littered with the corpses of women, children, and the elderly; house after house had been reduced to ruins.

In an instant, Zheng Zibu felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Grief overwhelmed his remaining rationality, and he wailed loudly, tears of blood streaming down his face.

Hundreds of villagers in his hometown were slaughtered without exception because of him, suffering an undeserved calamity.

He struggled to crawl back to the ancestral home he remembered, seeing one charred corpse after another along the way. His heart was bleeding, and he was so guilty that he even had auditory hallucinations, as if countless villagers who had died unjustly were scolding and cursing him in his ears.

Soon after, he saw his ancestral home razed to the ground, and his relatives who had raised him had their heads cut off and died tragically in the ruins.

"what!!!"

Zheng Zibu broke down in tears, his soul corrupted by overwhelming hatred. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was almost driven mad. His once refined face was now twisted into a terrifying grimace, and he wished he could go back and kill them all.

The instigator of this tragedy can only be Quanxing, and the capture of him by the Wang and Lü families indirectly contributed to the tragedy, so they deserve to die!

Zheng Zibu, already on his deathbed, looked at his crippled hands and feet and knew that he would never be able to take revenge in this life, especially since the leader of the Quanxing Sect was someone he could never challenge.

At this point, he pinned his hopes on his close friend, Lu Jin, who believed that with the power of the San Yi Sect, he could destroy the Quanxing Sect and personally avenge his enemies.

"I'm...I'm so sorry...everyone..."

Zheng Zibu covered his head on the ground, weeping uncontrollably. He felt ashamed of all the villagers and had no intention of living. Then, he used the Golden Escape technique again, transforming into a streak of light and disappearing into the sky.

About an hour later, in front of the Lu family's gate, Zheng Zibu crawled around, barely alive, his life force like a flickering candle in the rainy night, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Seeing this, the guards sent someone to find a doctor and hurriedly notified the head of the household.

Lu Xuan rushed over and vaguely felt that the disheveled homeless man was somewhat familiar. Upon closer inspection, he was surprised to find that it was his son's good friend, Zheng Zibu.

"Nephew, what are you doing here?! Who injured you like this?!"

Lu Xuan sighed anxiously. He knew about the kill order in the martial arts world, but he still had a bit of compassion in his heart. He immediately urged his guards to help him and wanted to take Zheng Zibu into his home to settle down.