Upon hearing her voice, Zhen Yu raised his head to look at them. He gave a wicked grin and shouted out loud, "Ahh! Father, Mother, I'm just enjoying myself. Why are you so angry?"
Zhen Yi felt his whole body trembling from anger as he stared at his son. A fury began to swell inside him, burning like an inferno, fueled by both rage and hatred.
He had always treated this boy as a treasure, a prodigy amongst all his children, and a future hope for his clan. Yet he had never imagined that such a day would come...
A murderous aura burst out from the patriarch's body, covering the entire courtyard in his killing intent. It was so powerful that even the ground itself seemed to vibrate from it, almost splitting apart.
Feng Yan immediately sensed the threat, and she grabbed the patriarch's hand in alarm, trying to calm him down. "Dear husband..."
However, this did not stop the enraged patriarch, and with a fierce roar, he rushed towards Zhen Yu, who was still enjoying himself and ignoring the presence of his parents.
Zhen Yi appeared right beside him, his palm striking straight towards the son's back. This attack was extremely fierce, filled with both killing intent and rage. Even a strong cultivator wouldn't be able to escape this blow.
BOOM!!!
When the palm struck his back, Zhen Yu let out a scream, flying off from Hua Yi and crashing onto the wall behind him. The entire building shook violently from the impact, as if it were about to collapse at any time.
At that moment, runes and symbols appeared on the walls, which began emitting a mysterious power that prevented the walls from shattering.
While all this happened, Zhen Yu's body slammed hard against the wall, his bones making sickening cracking sounds as they were broken and shattered to pieces. His eyes rolled back, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
In front of this immense power, he was like an insect that got crushed without a second thought. He was not able to do anything except lie there in his own pool of blood, gasping for air as he struggled for his life.
However, this attack seemed to be more than just physical, because after the blow was delivered, Zhen Yu's soul shook, causing his eyes to glaze over. Then suddenly, as if a bolt of lightning had struck him, he regained some lucidity in his mind.
"YU'ER!!!!!!" When Feng Yan saw this scene, her heart sank. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. How could her precious son be lying there like a battered puppet? It was all too sudden, too shocking, too painful.
In a daze, she rushed towards her son, kneeling down next to him and cradling his bloodied body in her arms. She looked at his pale face with concern and panic. Tears flowed down her face as she screamed desperately, "Yu'er! Yu'er! Oh, my dear child! What have you done? Why did you do this to yourself?"
However, Zhen Yu didn't respond to her words and stared blankly at the woman lying in bed, her eyes staring back at him with a strange glint of satisfaction and delight. But soon, she returned to being like a helpless maiden, her gaze filled with sadness.
"Patriarch! I never... expected Yu'er... to do such a thing... He poisoned me, and... then..." Hua Yi looked extremely miserable and weak, her voice choked with sobs.
When she spoke, Zhen Yi's face darkened with fury. He gazed at Zhen Yu with a hatred he had never felt before, even for his mortal enemies. "How dare you rape the wife of this patriarch?! Do you think because I care for you so much that I'll forgive this insult? Do you think because you've got some talent that you can do whatever you want? Your father had taught you well, but today I see that it's all for naught! I've never expected my own son to do something like this."
With each word he uttered, the patriarch's voice grew more and more angry until finally, he shouted furiously, "Today, you've crossed the line. And today, you shall die by my hands!"
Feng Yan heard Zhen Yi's words, and she screamed hysterically, "Nooo!!!! Patriarch, there must be some misunderstanding! My Yu'er would never do something like that! He wouldn't! He couldn't! How can you accuse him of such a crime?!"
"Your Yu'er was having fun with my wife in this bed, right in front of my eyes! And you still defend him! Are you trying to insult me too?!" Zhen Yi yelled back, glaring daggers at the mother of his son.
Feng Yan didn't care about his words; instead, she stood up and stood in between the patriarch and his son. Her aura flared up as well as she shouted back with an equal amount of anger, "You think I would be blind to the actions of my own son? How stupid do you think I am? It is obvious that my son has been tricked and framed by someone!"
Hearing these words, Hua Yi burst out laughing hysterically. She laughed and laughed until tears started forming in her eyes. "I did not expect to be called a liar. Even at a time like this, Feng Yan, you are still defending your son. Hahahaha... what a good mother. I must say, it is quite admirable and commendable of you."
When Zhen Yi heard this, the hatred and anger within him intensified. "Feng Yan, step away and do not interfere! Today, I'll have to teach this useless son of yours a lesson. Or else, even you will be held responsible for his actions!"