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Hengyang City South City Ma Mansion!

However, compared to half a month ago, the huge Ma Family lacked many cheers and laughter, and gained an additional wave of indescribable worry. From the clan elders, to the ordinary maids and servants, every one of them was in a hurry, as if heavy rain was about to fall on their heads!

Three ninth heaven expert s, nine Eighth Empyrean Protectors, and thirteen seventh heaven deacons. This was practically most of their high level Ma Family strength, and especially that ninth heaven expert s, if their Ancestor s were included, it would count as their Ancestor Sect — — Ma Yuanwu. With just five people, they had lost three in an instant, which was enough to shake their very foundation!

In this half a month, even though the Liu and Li Families were afraid of the Ancestor Sect's Ma Yuanwu, who was in closed-door training, and the eldest son, Ma Wenlong, who was in the Seven Stars Sect far away, they did not completely fall out with their Ma Family and immediately went to war with them. However, behind their backs, little movements were constantly occurring.

If this continued, then it wouldn't be long before all the outer sect forces would be engulfed by the great clans. Even if they were not removed from the Hengyang City, they would probably fall down the altar, becoming a normal family!

Inside the Ma Family Hall, Ma Haoran, who was dressed in plain clothes, had a worried look on his face. His black hair, which originally did not have much hair, was now completely white, and even the wrinkles on his face had increased by quite a bit.

It was also true that the most painful thing in life was that the white-haired man would give away the black-haired man. It was also possible that the white-haired man would give up his father, son, grandson, and younger brother.

"Sigh!" "I'm afraid that I won't be able to hide the news of my father's death for long …" Ma Haoran paced back and forth, his heart was filled with worry. Although he had already tried his best to cover up the news of Ma Yuanwu's death, there was no wall in this world that did not leak news.

"I hope that Wen Long can make it back to the clan in time before the news spreads. Otherwise, my Ma Family will be in danger!" At this moment, he could only place his hopes on his precious grandson. As long as his precious grandson could return in time, he would definitely be able to intimidate the Liu and Li families.

The deterrence of eighteen Seven Stars Sect Human Ranking s was not a joke, as long as one did not die prematurely, there was a high chance that one would be able to advance to the next level in the future. Although the Liu and Li Families were quite strong, if they joined forces, their Ma Family would still be slightly inferior by half a year, but for Bone Forging Martial Master s, it was nothing, and could easily suppress them!

Suddenly, Ma Haoran's face changed, his old face contorted, his eyes filled with Enmity s, as though he was an evil ghost from hell, and his voice was that of a rhododendron crying in pain, his heart was bleeding, his hatred soaring to the skies, "Little Brute, it's all your fault, everything was your fault! If it wasn't for you, how would my Ma Family have met such a calamity, ah, my poor Yi Tong, Wen Hu's good grandson, ah! They had no choice but to die. Even if they used up all the water in the world, it would be difficult for them to wash up and die! Little Brute, this old man will definitely kill you! "

At this moment …

"Bam!"

The thick mahogany door was violently kicked open. Soon after, a slightly cold voice came from outside, "Since you miss them so much, then I'll be merciful and send you on your way!"

"Who?" Ma Haoran was shocked and a faint ominous omen enveloped his heart.

"Da!", "Da!", "Da!" …

Soon, a black-robed youth appeared in Ma Haoran's line of sight. This youth was around 15 to 16 years old, his eyebrows were slanted like swords, and his eyes were sparkling like stars; his expression was cold, and his features were sharp and sharp. His aura was very calm, as if he were a young noble who didn't know what martial arts cultivation he was, but for some reason, Ma Haoran felt a chill run through his body, as if an ancient vicious beast was staring at him.

"Yes …" "It's you …" He would never forget the man in front of him, even if he were to turn into ashes, who else could it be other than the Yang Fan who made him want to eat the man's flesh, drink his blood, and grind his bones to dust!

In yesterday's battle, Yang Fan exterminated four Bone Forging Stage Masters consecutively, then found a secret location and refined the bloodline essence of Zhuo Qingyun and the others, allowing himself to condense another two pieces of spirit bones. After that, he counted the items collected by the four of them, although the price of one person was much lower than that of the White Cloud Sword God Bai Wuji, when the four of them combined, it was still a considerable amount of income.

Once they reached the Hengyang City, Yang Fan rushed straight to the Ma Family without stopping. After finding out about the incident with the Sanguinarum Herba, and that there was an irreconcilable enmity between him and the Sanguinarum Herba, only Ma Family, as the number one clan in the Hengyang City, had the ability to cause the news of the Sanguinarum Herba to spread throughout the entire Dan Yang County within a short span of a few days.

With all these reasons combined together, Yang Fan was sure that it was this person from Ma Family who was plotting against him.

"Old thing, you're quite brave to actually dare to scheme against me?" Yang Fan's expression was cold as killing intent exploded in his eyes. Recalling Ma Haoran's hysterical shout to kill, Yang Fan was almost certain that everything was because of the Ma Family.

"You... What did you say? When did this old man plot against you? " Hearing this, Ma Haoran's expression changed slightly, and he said in a daze. As expected of the master of the family, he was extremely scheming, and exceeded the expectations of ordinary people. In a few short breaths, he had forcefully suppressed the hatred he had towards Yang Fan!

Even though he wished to hack this Little Brute of his into a thousand pieces and mince his corpse into a thousand pieces, Ma Haoran knew clearly in his heart that with the little strength they had at the moment, it was simply impossible for them to be Yang Fan's match. Rumor has it that several of their Half Step Martial Master s had already died miserably at the hands of this little thief.

For the sake of the clan's heritage, endure! He had to endure it!

"Old man, continue pretending to be ignorant. Don't tell me that you didn't spread the news of the Sanguinarum Herba in my hands?"

"Wh …" What? Yes … You stole my clan's Sanguinarum Herba? " Ma Haoran's expression changed again as he pointed at Yang Fan with his right hand. His face was filled with shock, as if he had just found out that Yang Fan had stolen their Sanguinarum Herba.

"Old fellow, you're really good at acting? Unfortunately, it's useless! " Yang Fan scoffed, and confirmed his guess.

"You …" What do you want? " Ma Haoran's voice was trembling, and a vague feeling of extreme unease swept through his heart.

"What is it? Last time, I kindly let you guys off, but you didn't know how to treasure it, and instead plotted against me, you are forcing me to kill you! " A trace of ruthlessness flashed through Yang Fan's eyes. If not for him coincidentally stepping into the Bone Forging stage, he might have already become an ice-cold corpse in the wilderness.

"You …" Don't act recklessly, don't act rashly, my good grandson … But the eighteen of them with Seven Stars Sect and Human Ranking … "