Chen Dehan was an elder of the Cang Lang Sect and held a high position.
However, he was running for his life. He was running as fast as he could.
He knew that the Cang Lang Sect was finished.
The little girl was dead. She was thrown down the cliff by Hong Yuan.
This was not a big deal. Although the Fairy Palace was powerful, it was too far away from here. There was no need to worry.
Moreover, they would take care of everything before the news spread.
However, he didn't expect that someone would come knocking on his door so quickly. Moreover, he was so powerful that even if the four elders attacked together, they wouldn't be a match for that person.
Therefore, when Sect Master Hong Yuan said that lie, he knew that the Cang Lang Sect was finished.
If it was over, then it was over. Anyway, the entire Cang Lang Sect was originally a group of underworld forces. Wasn't he also a bandit in the past?
Their strategy was to escape separately. Even if that fiend chased after them, he would only be able to catch up to one of them. The chances were too small.
Chen Dehan was pleased.
Anyway, the wealth that he had secretly hidden for so many years was enough for him to live a carefree life. The Cang Lang Sect had been turned into an empty shell by the few of them. He did not feel bad about abandoning it.
Just as he was thinking about this, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. The figure was holding something in his arms.
"Get lost!" He cursed and prepared to take advantage of the opportunity to cut this blind thing in half when he passed by.
However, he realized that the person in front of him had disappeared without a trace.
"Hmph, at least you know what's good for you!" He thought to himself and continued to run forward.
However, as he ran, he realized that his vision was getting shorter and shorter.
Feeling that something was wrong, he tried to look back and realized that his legs were behind him. He was running on his own.
How could his legs run on their own behind him?
In the next moment, he seemed to have realized something. He was instantly drowned in fear.
Then, his thoughts froze at this moment. He fell into darkness forever.
After killing Chen Dehan, Yang Xuan did not stop. With a tap of his foot, he disappeared.
Just like that, none of the Elders who had fled in different directions were able to escape his pursuit. All of them were killed by his clones until they couldn't be more dead.
Although he could not use spiritual power due to Helim's threat, even if he only used the power of a martial artist, it was easy to catch up and kill these people.
Now, only Hong Yuan was left.
Yang Xuan was still holding Xiao Xiang as he stood at the foot of a mountain. He coldly watched as Hong Yuan advanced at high speed.
He did not intend to let Hong Yuan die so easily.
Hong Yuan, who was running, suddenly felt that something was wrong.
He was clearly moving at high speed, but for some reason, the surrounding scenery gave him a sense of familiarity.
It was as if he had experienced these sceneries not long ago.
After stopping, Hong Yuan looked around suspiciously, but he didn't find anything strange. The trees were still trees, the grass was still grass, and even the horse dung on the road hadn't changed.
Hong Yuan, who felt that he might be overly suspicious, decided to ignore this feeling. With a tap of his foot, his entire body shot out like an arrow from a bow.
But after running for a short while, he stopped with a frown.
Why were the piles of horse dung under his feet so familiar? The flowers and trees by the roadside also seemed familiar.
Vigilant in his heart, he simply grabbed a big tree next to him and left a large mark on the uncle's body.
Then, he once again used his Qing Gong to move forward.
But after the time it took for an incense stick to burn, he stopped again and looked at the mark on the big tree next to him with a gloomy face.
That was clearly the mark he had just grabbed.
"Ghost hit the wall?" Hong Yuan muttered to himself.
Unwilling to give up, he simply changed his direction and ran on the road he came from. But after a short while, he saw the big tree with the mark on it again.
In the following time, Hong Yuan tried to escape in other directions, but without exception, he always returned to the piles of horse dung after the time it took for an incense stick to burn.
"Who is it? Come out. "Hong Yuan felt an inexplicable fear in his heart and shouted loudly.
But no one answered.
Hong Yuan did not give up and began to run around again, but he still couldn't get out of this strange circle. The piles of horse dung seemed to be mocking him all the time, and he was exhausted.
Helpless, he could only rest temporarily while thinking of countermeasures.
At this moment, a gust of wind attacked him from the left.
Hong Yuan was startled at first, but then he was overjoyed. He began to sneer in his heart.
In the next moment, his left palm was like a knife, and with a whistling wind, he instantly slashed out.
Slash!
The palm seemed to have landed on someone's shoulder. Following the momentum, that person was chopped into two halves.
Hmph, that's all you got!
Hong Yuan sneered and turned his head, but in the next moment, he was completely stunned.
"Xiao Juan, why are you here?" He was shocked.
The person lying on the ground, cut in half by him, was actually his wife.
Hong Yuan's wife was called Xiao Juan, and she was his true love. He had hidden her in his hometown, and no one had ever known about her. Why did she appear here at the critical moment?
"Cheng … You … You're so … ruthless."
Hong Yuan was just suspecting whether or not this was an illusion created by someone, but Xiao Juan's voice directly dispelled his doubts.
His nickname was Little Cheng. So far, only his parents and wife knew about it. If it wasn't him, how could she say that name?
"No, Xiao Juan, I … I …" Hong Yuan ran over and picked up his wife who was already breathing her last. He was at a loss and cried bitterly.
"I … I hate you!" Xiao Juan struggled to say the last three words, and then she closed her eyes and died.
"No!" Hong Yuan cried to the sky, and tears of blood flowed out of his eyes.
The sky gradually darkened, and the surrounding wind was gloomy. Ghostly shadows were everywhere.
"Daddy, daddy, why did you kill mother?" A child's voice suddenly came from behind. It was clear and loud, and it was filled with grief and indignation.
Hong Yuan almost stopped breathing. He turned around and saw that it was his only son, Xiao Yang.
"Xiao Yang, why are you here? Who brought you here? "Hong Yuan suppressed his grief and asked.
However, the seven or eight-year-old Xiao Yang ignored Hong Yuan's question. He ran to his mother's side, who had already closed her eyes, and continued to cry in pain.
Hong Yuan was overcome with grief. He reached out and wanted to pull his son into his arms.
However, in the next moment, Xiao Yang slapped his hand away and shouted with a face full of hatred, "No, you're not my father. You're a ferocious beast. You're a bad person."
Hong Yuan felt like a knife was being twisted in his heart. He cried and said, "Xiao Yang, I'm sorry. Daddy has let you down."
Xiao Yang's tears disappeared. Que 'er was stunned, and her face was full of hatred. She shouted, "No, you're not my father. I'll never forgive you. Never!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly took out a shiny dagger from his bosom and stabbed it directly into his heart.
Hong Yuan was shocked. He wanted to reach out and stop him, but Xiao Yang's movements were very fast. The dagger, which was shining with a cold light, stabbed into his heart, and blood immediately stained his clothes.
"I … I hate … hate you …" Lil 'Yang stared at Hong Yuan with bloodshot eyes as he breathed his last.
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