Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God-Chapter 1385: Kill, Kill, Kill

In the courtyard.

Many people of the Xu Family looked on in disbelief as Xu Wanli scrunched atop Family Head Xu Wanli, swinging his fists violently. This scene was utterly shocking.

Within the Xu Family, Xu Chunqiu was like a celestial presence.

Though Xu Wanli was the eldest son of the Xu Family, and outwardly assumed the title of successor, in front of Family Head Xu Chunqiu, he was just a son.

Xu Chunqiu coughed once, and sweat started to form on Xu Wanli's forehead.

But now, this eldest son appeared to have lost his mind, riding on the Family Head and pummeling him madly. Soon, people's gazes turned to Qianshou.

In the Xu Family, the tributes of the Sacrificial Hall were unavoidable topics.

It was rumored that each of these tributes possessed remarkable skills and had god-like abilities. Every year, the Xu Family spent a large sum to support them, and beneath the rumors, these tributes became increasingly mysterious and unpredictable in the minds of the Xu Family.

And like Qianshou.

In the rumors, the other party was an elderly Qianshou Granny, over seventy or eighty, but who would have thought that upon appearance, she was a breathtaking beauty, and even with such looks, people would believe she was just in her twenties.

Moreover, it was said that Qianshou Granny was proficient in poison, and the fifty meters around her residence was a forbidden zone. Entering rashly, it would be a terrible death.

Bang.

Suddenly, Xu Wanli, who was on Xu Chunqiu, flew backward like a kite with a broken string, but upon rolling on the ground, he crazily sprang back again.

Xu Chunqiu got up, looking at the berserk Xu Wanli as a wild beast, and suddenly threw a punch.

Xu Wanli was immediately punched to the ground, his life or death uncertain.

Clap, clap.

Xu Qingfeng saw this scene and applauded.

"Indeed worthy of being father. I have long known that although our Xu Family is not one of the ten major families of the Ancient Martial World, it has numerous ties to Ancient Martial World."

"The Eight Body Refining Techniques practiced in the Dark Hall at home is said to have been passed down by father. Although my lord father is aged, how could a practitioner age so quickly and seem sickly as if on death's door."

Xu Qingfeng's gaze fell on his father.

This father gave the impression of an elderly man on the brink of death, seeming as though he could extinguish at any time.

But what you see is not necessarily the truth.

After losing everything, Xu Qingfeng actually saw more, especially when he was told the truth, knowing it was all his father's arrangement.

Xu Qingfeng began to doubt everything.

He was the genius of this generation of the Xu Family, and his several brothers were not useless either, but he was more outstanding, undoubtedly sharper-minded.

Xu Chunqiu reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, lifting his gaze with a cold look at Xu Qingfeng.

"Little LiuZi, I have valued you so much, yet you turn against me. It really breaks my heart."

"I intended for you to become the Family Head of the Xu Family, yet you repay me this way."

"You really have progressed."

"But an old ginger is spicier, and you're still tender."

Xu Chunqiu said, sweeping his gaze over the courtyard: "These are the assets of your rebellion?"

"Kill."

Xu Chunqiu ordered coldly and emotionlessly, suddenly causing turmoil in the previously obedient Dark Hall to Xu Qingfeng.

Some immediately drew waist knives and stabbed their companions beside them.

Moreover, several black-robed individuals suddenly appeared in the courtyard, and upon appearance, obliterated the fighters of the Dark Hall aligned with Xu Qingfeng.

"Young Master."

A Dark Hall fighter rolled in front of Xu Qingfeng, lifting his hand before dying, but a black-robed individual stepped forward, thrusting a knife directly through the back.

A shade of coldness flashed in Xu Qingfeng's eyes, raising his hand to strike at the arrogant black-robed individual, but the figure of the black-robed person turned into a wisp of green smoke, causing Xu Qingfeng's attack to miss.

In the next instant.

That black-robed individual appeared behind Xu Chunqiu, kneeling on one knee.

Xu Chunqiu swept his gaze over the fallen ones in this courtyard, raising his eyes to look at the opposite Xu Qingfeng: "I'm teaching you a lesson, to secure the seat beneath you, always leave a backup."

"Otherwise, when you're at the end of the line, heaven cannot help you."

"The Dark Hall was crafted by me, since I handed it over to you, even let you win over cronies, would I not have the strength to maintain calmness?"

With that, Xu Chunqiu raised his gaze at Qianshou.

"Qianshou, I have offered tribute to you for over twenty years, now do you plan to side with this rebellious son?"

While Xu Chunqiu spoke, the bones in his body emitted crackling sounds. Though appearing as a hunched, aged small old man, merely a meter-six in stature, his form stretched continuously.

With the explosive bone sounds, Xu Chunqiu's figure became tall again, without any semblance of the previous emaciated old man.

Although his face still bore the marks of time, his body seemed to return to peak condition.

Qianshou giggled aloud.

"I say, Xu old freak, how could you age so quickly, chasing eternal life isn't your pursuit these years. Though we haven't produced much in longevity studies, you never hurried us."

"Looks like you indeed find ways to sustain vitality."

"Fine, seeing you on the brink of death, since you're alive and well, we'll observe this tumult of the Xu Family. Regardless of which of you father-son wins, aren't we still Xu Family's tributes?"

Qianshou laughed coquettishly, turning around, with a faint fragrance wafting in the breeze.

"Oh,"

Xu Chunqiu sighed: "The more beautiful a woman's words, the less they can be believed."

"Go ahead, kill."

A black-robed individual behind Xu Chunqiu directly employed the Escape Technique, appearing behind Qianshou in the next instant.

Then raised a knife directly, slashing toward Qianshou's neck.

In an instant, blood spurted out.

Ha, ha.

The next second, giggling resounded from the top of the main hall.

"Xu old monster, you really have the heart to kill me, unfortunately for my looks."

In the courtyard, Qianshou collapsed, but hearing the giggles, everyone raised their heads and found another Qianshou on the roof.

"Hiss."

People glanced at the fallen Qianshou on the ground, then up at the rooftop Qianshou, appearing identical. Is it a clone?

"Such an Illusion Technique clone, worthy of thirty years as the Tang Sect witch."

"I will see how many clones you can kill."

Xu Chunqiu was filled with murderous intent.

"Kill, kill, kill."

As Xu Chunqiu shouted "kill," the five ninjas behind him continuously eliminated appearing Qianshou clones, though innumerable.

But Xu Chunqiu's five ninjas were unstoppable, and Qianshou seemed almost powerless.

After a long time.

The courtyard had already flowed rivers of blood.

Xu Chunqiu simply ignored Qianshou, looking down at Xu Qingfeng.

"Xu Qingfeng, you are indeed my son, there's still time to turn back, don't force me to kill you."