Chapter 61 Revenge (3k)

Balsur was about to leave with the help of his men, while the rest stayed behind to hold the line.
It's not that they are particularly loyal, but if Balsur dies, their families will be implicated. However, if they can escort Balsur to safety, they can receive compensation.
The Green Camp soldiers who were determined to die erupted with formidable combat power, and the tired escorts could only watch them gradually retreat.
Li Yaochen said, "Protect Master Ahu and I'll go kill that government lackey to avenge him!"
Around him, a bodyguard from a biaojuben tried to dissuade him: "We can't afford to offend the officials of the Yaochen Court. This is the only way now."
"Let go of me! I must avenge my master, even if it costs me my life! I am not afraid!"
He held the ring-headed sword in his hand, and several obstructing green camp soldiers could not defend themselves for a few rounds, but unfortunately, other people had already helped Bals to mount his horse, and their figures were no longer visible.
Li Yaochen, with a feeling of unwillingness, inserted his sword into the ground and walked over to his master Song Qichao.
Also, Liang Xiaohua came over and comforted him, saying, "Please accept our condolences. The great kindness of the Head Escort will never be forgotten by our Rishengchuan Ticket Office!"
Song Jingshu coldly replied: "You don't have to pretend to care. If it weren't for you guys, my dad wouldn't have died!"
She stood up and picked up her long spear: "I said, after this is over, I will definitely kill you!"
Her murderous look made the opposite gun team ready to defend themselves, fearing that the other side would suddenly rise up.
There was a tense atmosphere between the two sides, and Song Jingchu walked up to Cui Chong and loudly questioned, "You obviously have such strong strength! Why didn't you appear at the beginning and just watched coldly? If you had come out earlier, my dad wouldn't have died."
"Be careful what you say, Miss."
"Miss Song."
Those around her immediately tried to stop her. Their current situation was not suitable for making enemies, especially after the person who had just acted had left everyone in shock.
One should know that masters not only like to pretend to be weak, but their temperament is also difficult to fathom.
Cui Chong's face remained unchanged, but his pale complexion clearly showed that his injuries had not yet healed. The internal injuries he suffered were too serious. One should know that Song Qichao was killed instantly by Balser's full strength attack.
And his injuries were even more serious. Although the wounds he suffered from external injuries did not seem too severe to others, his internal injuries were the main injuries.
His tone was calm and unhurried: "Your deaths have nothing to do with me. I took action because Li Yaochen once saved my life, so I cannot just stand by and watch. What makes you think I would risk my life for you?"
Song Jingju was emotionally excited: "If even experts like you choose to stay out of it, is there any hope for this world?"
"Let me tell you, no one can threaten me. I hate the rhetoric and theories that say with great power comes great responsibility. No one in this world can force me to do anything!"

His tone was icy and full of murderous intent. Facing such a terrifying sense of oppression, Song Jingshu trembled like a sieve.
When her emotions reached a critical point, she couldn't hold back anymore and pulled the trigger, stabbing towards Cui Chong.

Cui Chong saw the opponent making a move, as if he had anticipated it long ago. A flame lotus appeared in his hand and he used the power of Bi Fang to ignite it.
He condensed flames in his hand to block all melee attacks, but the tip of the spear penetrated unexpectedly when it touched a bunch of flames.
Song Jingyu felt like she was touching a hard board, unable to penetrate it with any force.
She suddenly felt a burst of burning heat in her hand, and in a moment of pain, she released the spear in her hand.
Other people's eyes became more respectful, and her move was completely within his expectations. He intentionally used this opportunity to show his power and suppress some people's restless hearts in front of everyone.
“If you had attacked me, I should have killed you. But in consideration of our previous goodwill, I will spare you this time. But there won't be a next time.”
Li Yaochen helped up the fallen Song Jingshu, and looked at the Daoist with eyes that seemed to burn.
He was no match for Balshar, and this time he let him escape with the intention of killing him the next time they meet.
He knelt directly in front of Cui Chong and said, "I hope Daoist Cui can teach me the skills to take revenge."
He knew that the Daoist in front of him must be a mysterious master, and he didn't want to wait for ten years to take revenge.
With his skills, catching up with Barsi in less than ten years was like a fairy tale.
There is no shortcut or overnight success in kung fu, but the Taoist's spell showed him a new path.
Cui Chong didn't respond and let him kneel on the ground, but instead he went forward and peeled off the mask of the dead flag man.
He felt the emotions of hatred and cursing emanating from this ghostly mask, although not as deeply as the influence that Bifang once had on his body.
However, if someone comes into contact with it for a long time, the curse and hatred will completely change a person.
He looked at the silhouette on the ground, understanding that it was probably related to this mask.
He came to Li Yaochen with the mask in his hand: "Did you just see that person's ability? The one who killed your master."
Li Yaochen nodded heavily as he looked at the corpse. He had clearly seen his master's figure standing still in place during the fight, which resulted in the fatal blow.
Song Jingshu's face also showed disgust. If it weren't for that person's father, he wouldn't have died.
"Do you believe that if I said his ability is all thanks to this mask?"
His words sent a chill down the spines of those around him, followed by a surge of greed within their hearts.
Who doesn't want this supernatural power? The desires of everyone's heart are ignited by this mask.
Greedily gazing at the mask in Zhang Chong's hand, while Li Yaochen's gaze is clear.
Far away, Liang Xiaohua may not have shown such a distressing behavior, but her irresistible heart was equally shaken.
"Believe it, what the Taoist said must be true."
He had seen the ability demonstrated by Cui Chong's magic just now and must have noticed something suspicious, there was no need to deceive himself.
"This mask falsely claims to have the power of gods and demons, when in fact mere mortals do not have the capacity to control it. Alternatively, one could say that the mask controls people through manipulation, providing its wearer with incredible abilities while constantly consuming their life force. This can lead to an early death and even curse future generations."
In the depths of his soul, this mask is connected to the bloodline of the fallen flag people. It is like a greedy demon sucking away his life.
The greed that just arose seems to have been poured with cold water at this moment. The price behind the mask is too high, making them hesitate.
They did not doubt that if the mask was truly mystical and had no negative effects, the Taoist would not have said such words to them.
Instead, they silently put away the mask without anyone knowing.
Choi Chung looked at Li Yaochen and said, "I cannot teach you what I have learned. The choice is yours to make!"
Li Yaochen is a good person. It's not that Choi Chung doesn't want to teach him, but rather that his so-called magic is something he knows intimately and cannot easily pass on.
The power of Bi Fang is not something learned after birth, but comes from inside the body of Bi Fang.
On the other hand, to possess the great Suqiu Bodhisattva hand seal and such power, one must study Buddhist scriptures carefully, practice the Dharma, and become a high-level practitioner to possess such power.
He can wait until he truly reaches that state where all hatred has been completely eradicated from his heart, then what's the point of talking about seeking revenge.
He gained his strength purely through taking shortcuts, it would have been impossible if he had followed the proper procedures.
Li Yaochen looked at the mask thrown in front of him and his heart was already in turmoil.
Song Jingshu grabbed his hand and said, "Li Yaochen, don't be misled. There are other ways to avenge my father without relying on it!"
The longer two people interact with each other, the deeper their affection becomes, although it may not be expressed in words.
She definitely did not want to seek revenge in this way. Li Yaochen held the mask tightly in his hand, not because he was obsessed with its power, but because of his determination to seek revenge deep within his heart.
Cui Chongdao did not intend to harm the other party. If he had a strong will to resist the temptation of the mask, he could use its power properly.
However, this possibility is very slim. It is better to choose the former than to try to die beyond one's capacity.
He had just witnessed the strength of Bars, and even if he fully recovered, Li Yaochen's chance of winning in a fight against him was only 80%.
He could win but would also have to pay a price. Li Yaochen couldn't even kill the heavily injured Bars, let alone him in his prime.
In the brief time they spent together, he learned that the other person was a stubborn character, and the only thing that could help him was this mask.
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"Lao San, father has passed away!"
Liang Xiaohua had just returned to the Liang family mansion, where everyone was dressed in white mourning clothes and had a sorrowful expression on their faces.
Just entered the door, the impulsive Old Second dressed in white with a sad face.
Liange Xiaohua was stunned in place. He originally thought that the conversation in the ancestral temple was just to force himself to say that.
Unfortunately, it's true. I have to accept the reality when looking at the tablet on the altar.
Liǎng Xiǎohuá walked in and saw a beautiful woman kneeling on the ground, dressed in plain clothes that couldn't hide her beauty.
He said with a deep voice, "Mother."
The woman responded and continued to add paper to the brazier. He knelt down heavily and knocked his head three times on the ground.
The four brothers had a deep bond and had already arranged all their last wishes with Liang Zhengping before his death. There was no infighting among them for power.
The death of Liang Zhengping was like a calm lake being hit by a stone, causing ripples.
"Where is the fourth brother? Haven't seen him,"
When Liang Xiaohua asked, the third brother sighed and said, "The fourth brother and his wife went to Tianjin for their honeymoon. He doesn't know the news yet. Dad always loved him the most. I don't know how sad he'll be when he finds out."
The custom of going on a honeymoon originates from the West, and now with the invasion of Western culture, they are also keen to emulate it.