Buzz! A palm wind struck Shenlang's chest, causing even Shenlang's clothes to flutter.
"Young master, dodge!"
Shen Qing's face was pale as she shrieked.
Shen Lang looked at the palm that was getting closer and closer to him and smiled strangely.
"Oh?" Seeing Shenlang's strange smile, Fu Bo frowned. There was no turning back. Even if Shenlang was plotting something, he couldn't dodge in time.
Suddenly, Shenlang stretched out two palms on either side of him.
"Profound Divine Palm!"
Fu Bo's palms collided with the Xuan Ming Elders' palms. A thunderous sound exploded in everyone's ears.
The air around Fu Bo and the Xuan Ming Elders' palms twisted.
"Ha!"
"Profound Divine Devil Sword!"
The Xuan Ming Elders roared, and a cold aura rose from their bodies.
Fu Bo spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning pale.
Profound Divine True Qi instantly crawled up Fu Bo's face, and a wisp of azure Qi appeared.
Profound Divine True Qi was extremely cold. If one didn't have an extremely Yang Divine Art, they wouldn't be able to remove it. From Fu Bo's appearance, the Profound Divine True Qi had probably invaded his lungs.
"Impudent! Stop!"
A dignified roar came from the distance.
A man in a golden-threaded robe with a lofty aura walked over with a gloomy expression.
The Xuan Ming Elders received Shenlang's signal and stopped their cultivation. They retreated behind Shenlang and vigilantly stared at Shen Wuhui.
Fu Bo was already heavily injured. Just now, he had been relying on his last breath. Now that the Xuan Ming Elders had stopped their cultivation, he could no longer hold on. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
Two figures flew out from behind Shen Wuhui and arrived beside Shen Teng and Fu Bo to check on their injuries.
"Shen Wuhui." Shenlang couldn't help narrowing his eyes when he saw them.
"Master, the young master is fine. He just has some internal injuries," said the cultivator who flew to Shen Teng's side with a sigh of relief.
Shen Wuhui's gloomy expression eased a little as he let out a nasal sound. "Yes."
Unfortunately, before everyone could calm down, the martialist who was checking on Uncle Fu said with grief and indignation, "First Master, Uncle Fu can't make it."
Shen Wuhui's figure flashed, and he instantly arrived beside Fu Bo. He placed his palm on Fu Bo's back and sent out a burst of vigorous true qi.
Fu Bo coughed out a mouthful of blood, and his pale face regained some color.
When Shen Wuhui's men saw that Fu Bo's face had become rosy, they all smiled. However, Shen Wuhui, who was channeling True Qi into Fu Bo, became even more gloomy.
Fu Bo looked at Shen Wuhui weakly. "Master, don't waste your energy. I know my own body. That cold Yin Qi has already caused damage to my internal organs. Even if the King of Medicine came, he would not be able to save me."
"Great Master, I cannot continue to serve the Little Young Master. I hope that you can care for the Little Young Master more in the future. Actually, the Little Young Master also wishes to be able to obtain your … your care."
After saying this, Fu Bo's head tilted to the side and he stopped breathing.
Shen Teng, who had been helped over, stood there in a daze as he stared blankly at the dead Fu Bo. Scenes kept flashing through his mind. There was the scene of Fu Bo hugging him and smiling kindly when he was young. There was also the scene of Fu Bo pleading for mercy on his behalf when he made a mistake.
"Ah!" Shen Teng raised his head and roared. His eyes rolled back as he fell backward.
"Young Master, Young Master." The martialist who was supporting Shen Teng hurriedly checked him. After confirming that there was nothing serious, he said, "Great Master, the Young Master just fainted from excessive grief. There is nothing serious."
Shen Wuhui's expression had already calmed down. There was no trace of anger or grief on his face. He just waved his hand and asked someone to take Shen Teng away to rest.
When Shen Lang saw this scene, he could not help but feel a chill run down his spine.
"Shen Wuhui is not simple. It seems that I have to be more vigilant. Otherwise, no one would feel good if they were targeted by a poisonous snake."
Ding!
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining nine slaughter points."
"Eh! So this Fu Bo is actually at the peak of the Houtian realm. No wonder he was able to resist the Xuan Ming Elders for so long, "Shen Lang thought to himself.
Shen Wuhui expressionlessly looked at Shen Lang. "Fu Bo has been taking care of me since I was young. When I grew up, Fu Bo turned to take care of Teng 'er. I never expected that he would die at your hands today."
"What a joke, what a joke."
After saying this, Shen Wuhui actually laughed. However, no matter how Shen Lang looked at it, he felt a sense of unease.
"Nephew, you are not bad, really not bad. We all misjudged you. Who would have thought that you, who had no talent since you were young, would actually be the greatest genius of our Shen Family. Shen Wuming is really fortunate." Shen Wuhui praised and sighed.
Shen Lang muttered to himself for a moment, then raised his head and said, "The tree wants to be still, but the wind will not stop. But this world is just so cruel. There are some things that can override emotions. I want to know what happened last night. Was it Eldest Uncle's idea?"
The things that Shen Lang was referring to that were above emotions were power and desire. As for the assassination attempt, Shen Lang was asking on behalf of the original owner of this body.
Shen Wuhui's eyes flashed as he looked deeply at Shen Lang. "Although I am very dissatisfied with your father, it has not reached the point where I would attack you."
"Mm?" Shen Lang frowned. He believed that Shen Wuhui would not lie to him. With Shen Wuhui's conceit, he would not even bother to lie to him. This matter was a little strange. In the entire family, only Shen Wuhui had a grudge against his father. Even if the others had grievances, they would have to endure it.
Shen Wuhui could go against Shen Wuming, but if someone else dared to go against him, they would not be able to live past the next day, let alone attack him. That was simply courting death. Shen Lang suppressed this clueless matter. Now was not the time to think about this. He had to deal with the matter at hand.
"Lang 'er, I will not make things difficult for you today. However, your two subordinates must give me an explanation today. Uncle Fu cannot die in vain." Shen Wuhui said unquestionably.
Shua! A few warriors behind Shen Wuhui instantly rushed out and surrounded Shen Lang and the others.
Shen Lang glanced at them with a gloomy face and shouted coldly, "All of you, get lost. Otherwise, I will let all of you die without a burial ground."
The surrounding warriors were frightened by Shen Lang's aura and took a step back. They were all guests or guards of the Shen Family. Now that Shen Wuhui and Shen Lang were in conflict, they did not know what to do.
Shen Wuhui was the strongest contender for the position of Shen Family Head. Shen Lang was the Young Head of the Shen Family. Both of them had high statuses. However, they looked at each other and made up their minds.
"Take them down!" With a loud shout, a few people instantly rushed towards the Xuan Ming Elders.
"Hmph! The two of you, kill them. Don't hold back. "Shen Lang said coldly.
The Xuan Ming Elders' hands glowed with green light as they pushed out with a boom.
The few people who rushed forward had a change in expression as they raised their hands and circulated their internal energy to meet the attack.
"Bang." The internal energy of the four people collided with the Xuan Ming Elders' Xuan Ming Divine Palm. Instantly, a ripple spread out.
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