Pieces of rock hit the robust man, piercing his skin and causing blood to seep out, but he seemed oblivious, murmuring to himself, "Why, what did I, Zhou Bufeng, do wrong..."
"Your fault lies in being born in the Extreme Fist Sect, where someone killed an Immortal Master, deserving punishment," said the red-robed old Daoist, who had appeared in the scene at some point, his face indifferent.
"Then kill me!" roared Zhou Bufeng, the robust man, "Why go after my grandson, why involve my family!!"
"Let your lives serve as a warning to others," the old Daoist said coldly, raising his hand, a silver light slashed down, severing Zhou Bufeng's head.
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"Oh, Aunt Jin, your son is truly promising, this is high-grade pear wood..."
"He's a Martial Artist now, how can he not be promising? By the way, is Jin Feng married?"
"Later, let Jin Feng come to my house for the New Year, he could meet my daughter, she's a real beauty!"
