With a warehouse full of supplies, I stood alone as king in this chaotic world, gun in hand.

Nangong Wu is now certain that the person fighting Bei Chenyan is Ling Yangzi.

At the mountaintop, Ling Yangzi was secretly shocked to find that Bei Chenyan's martial arts were so strong, and that he was fighting him recklessly.

On the night the Zeng family's treasury was robbed, he felt uneasy. The divination he received all turned out to be ominous, but the allure of the treasure was too great. He thought that if he could obtain that treasure, he could build Changyang Temple—no! He would convert Changyang Temple into an imperial palace.

For several months, he had been diligently cultivating his skills and his abilities had greatly improved. With the help of a musket, gunpowder, and his master, Master Changchun, he thought he could compete with Nangong Wu.

"Who are you to the Kunlun Sect?"

Ling Yangzi could tell that Bei Chenyan was using the Kunlun School of martial arts, but his face was completely unfamiliar to him.

This person's martial arts skills are definitely superior to Chu Tianxiong's. When did the Kunlun Sect have such a powerful figure?

"Ling Yangzi, the hatred for killing my master is irreconcilable! You will die today!" Bei Chenyan flicked his hand, and the boomerang blade flew out.

Ling Yangzi was startled and leaned back to avoid the attack. The gleaming spinning blade grazed his cheek, leaving a thin trail of blood.

But as soon as he heard Bei Chenyan's voice, he immediately recognized who he was and was startled again.

"Bei Chenyan, it was you?!"

He should have recognized those two people much earlier.

In this world, only Nangong Wu and Beichen Yan dared to confront Zeng Guanhai head-on, but these two were too well hidden, and even he couldn't see any flaws in them.

"So that's how it is. The people who stole from the Zeng family's warehouse that night were you..." He was distracted for a moment, and the boomerang on his head was hit by the boomerang blade, cutting off his hair and the crown together.

When Ling Yangzi saw the hair ornament that had fallen to the ground, he touched it and found that his head was already bald and his hand was covered in blood.

"Damn it..."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bei Chenyan drew his pistol and pulled the bolt.

When Ling Yangzi saw him pull out that thing, he was so shocked that he immediately leaped up.

"Bang bang bang..."

Bei Chenyan's three shots all missed their mark. He felt as if countless figures were moving around him, making him dizzy.

He knew in his heart that something was wrong! Knowing that Ling Yangzi had used evil magic on him, he quickly closed his eyes and flew backward.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ling Yangzi threw another packet of poison powder at him, and then flew down the mountain.

When Bei Chen Yanfei landed on the ground, Ling Yangzi was nowhere to be seen; only his hair ornament remained on the ground.

He leaped off the mountain.

"Ling Yangzi, your illegitimate son Zhou Shaorong is in my hands. Show yourself immediately if you don't want him to die!" Nangong Wu's voice, infused with internal energy, echoed through the valley.

Bei Chenyan was also taken aback when he heard this.

I haven't heard this person's name in a long time. I didn't expect Nangong Wu to still have this scumbag around.

He went down the mountain and saw Nangong Wu hanging someone from a big tree, so he went over to take a look.

Nangong Wu asked him, "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing, I'm just sorry that Ling Yangzi got away again." Bei Chenyan felt very annoyed.

"What are you apologizing for? You didn't do anything wrong." Nangong Wu pointed to the person hanging from the tree. "His son is here. Let's see if he'll come to rescue him."

Bei Chenyan looked at Zhou Shaorong, who was so thin he was skin and bones, and whose disheveled hair was mostly white, making him look like an old man on his deathbed.

"Unlikely."

Ling Yangzi was ambitious and dreamed of becoming the overlord of the world. How could he possibly sacrifice himself for a good-for-nothing son?

"Then let's just leave him here and let him fend for himself!" Nangong Wu stood in front of Zhou Shaorong. "Zhou Shaorong, this is your only chance to live. Your life or death is in the hands of your own father. It all depends on whether he is willing to come and save you."

Zhou Shaorong slowly opened his eyes, looking at her as she spoke weakly, "Nangong Wu, I was wrong to you before. You have already wiped out the Zhou family, the Ming family, the Liu family, Prince Rui, the Empress Dowager... everyone who offended you has had their entire clan exterminated. Are you satisfied now..."

"I'm not satisfied, because the culprit, Ling Yangzi, isn't dead yet, but he'll be soon. I'll send him down to reunite with you," Nangong Wu sneered.

Zhou Shaorong's lips curled into a faint smile. "Nangong Wu... if I hadn't been bewitched by Liu Yue'er back then, and had treated you better, we could have had children..."

"Shut up." Bei Chenyan interrupted him, took Nangong Wu's hand, and said, "Wu Wu and I are destined to be together. I am the biological father of the three children. You didn't know how lucky you were before, and you were destined not to have her."

"People don't know how lucky they are..." Zhou Shaorong recalled the past. Back then, he was the heir of the Duke of Wei's mansion, a prominent family with immense power and influence. Wherever he went, he was surrounded by admirers. He was so glorious. Now, only a few years later, he is about to die, and in such a miserable state. Thinking back on the past, it all seems like a passing cloud.

"Nangong Wu, I'm so sorry..."

"Tch!" Nangong Wu scoffed and pulled Bei Chenyan away.

"Let's go! Ling Yangzi might have run off to Zeng Guanhai's side. Let's go check it out first and wipe them out in one fell swoop."

Zhou Shaorong watched their departing figures, filled with regret.

If he hadn't been bewitched by Liu Yue'er, he would be the one standing next to her now.

How could he have been so bewitched back then, ignoring the radiant Nangong Wu and instead falling for the plain-looking Liu Yue'er? Nangong Wu was the only bloodline of the Prince of Zhenyuan at the time. If he had lived a good life with her, he might have been the next Prince of Zhenyuan!

But there are no "what ifs" in this world, so let this life be as it is!

Ahead, Bei Chenyan turned back to look at the person hanging from the tree one last time. "Are you just going to let him go like that?"

"How could that be?" Nangong Wu's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile. "Eileen strapped explosives to him. If Ling Yangzi comes, both of them will die; if he doesn't, he will die alone. I want Ling Yangzi to see his son die right before his eyes."

"He should have died long ago! I didn't expect you to keep him alive until now." Bei Chenyan disagreed. "He's just a piece of rotten scum. Keeping him in the space is just bad luck."

Nangong Wu couldn't help but smile. "I just wanted him to die with some value, but I never had the chance. Now it's perfect."

"There they are!" a loud shout suddenly rang out.

The two looked up and saw a large group of martial arts practitioners running towards them.

"They're just a bunch of fools being used. Let's ignore them and get down to business." Bei Chenyan pulled her along, heading towards the ravine where Zeng Guanhai was hiding.

When the others saw that they had run away, they all gave chase.

"These are the two people who discovered the treasure. There are seven of them in total. They have killed hundreds of people in order to keep the treasure for themselves. We must catch them and hand over the treasure so that we can all share it."