"Excellent! That bastard Zhao Zhiyi, his good days are over!"
"That old bastard was stuck for over twenty years before his breakthrough. Our Qingyun broke through to Martial Artist before he's even sixteen. Killing that old man will be as easy as slaughtering a dog!"
Chu Qingyun's words sent another wave of excitement through the crowd in the courtyard.
Just then, a middle-aged man rushed in. "Village Head, this is bad! Zhao Feilong from the Zhao Family Castle—he's back again!"
Zhao Feilong!
At the mention of this name, fire blazed in Chu Qingyun's eyes once more.
Chu Lie and the others had just told him. His father's injuries had already healed, but then Zhao Feilong had injured him again.
"Chu Hua, Qingyun, go and deal with this Zhao Feilong."
A fierce glint flashed in the Village Head's eyes as he spoke.
The Village Head and the other elders didn't move. Chu Hua led a group of younger Martial Artists to the village entrance.
