1484: C1484 Tiger Toxic Child

C1484 Tiger Toxic Child

At this moment, Wu Sen was filled with regret. Why did he listen to his son's words? He felt that he could take advantage of the young man who was not far away...

If he did not believe in Wu Ziyang's advice, today's outcome would not have happened.

It was all because of this trash!

He could not help turning his head back to glare at Wu Ziyang, but it was Wu Ziyang who seemed to have opened his mind at this time. He hurriedly came over to advise.

"Dad, if there is hope, there is no need to worry about not having firewood to burn. This time, it is our fault. There is no need to continue fighting with Mo..."

"You!"

However, hearing his son's reasonable words, Wu Sen became increasingly anxious.

Why didn't you say that earlier?

How would he know that Wu Ziyang was not enlightened at this moment? He was worried that something might happen to his father. Then his position in the Wu family will also fall...

Wu Sen naturally didn't know what he was thinking. At this moment, he nodded his head in disappointment. He had finally agreed.

After all, it was pointless to continue fighting.

Mo Nan could hack Elder Ning with a single slash. On the other side, he could hack Elder Ning and the other Martial King with a single slash. However, he didn't want to die yet.

In the distance, old rascal asked again impatiently.

"Who's next?"

Knowing that his father was too embarrassed to speak, Wu Ziyang quickly stood up in his father's place and tried to please him.

"No, no."

"The Wu family is convinced by Young Master Mo's power. I'm willing to help my father make the decision. Leave all the Spiritual Treasures that we brought here..."

Listening to Wu Ziyang's words, The Grandmasters were stunned.

Even Wu Sen's face suddenly turned red. He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Wu Ziyang angrily.

"You..."

After a while, he was so angry that he could not utter a complete sentence.

Although he was prepared to admit defeat, at least he would say it in a more euphemistic way. Now that Wu Ziyang said it, Sure enough, Wu Sen turned his head and saw the other Martial King and many other Grandmasters with complicated looks in their eyes.

It was a very simple principle.

If the Hidden Clan wanted to convince the masses and even recruit Martial King warriors to serve them, they naturally had to show their strength.

However, Wu Ziyang's words seemed to have awakened these people. If the Wu family didn't have enough power to protect them and couldn't even protect themselves, why would they stay in the Wu family?

"Pu!"

Even Mo Nan, who was far away, was amused by the sound. He sympathized with Wu Sen and couldn't help but nod at Wu Ziyang.

"Alright, alright. This is the attitude that I want from you. It's done. The people of Wu family, you can leave your things behind and get lost."

"Really?"

Wu Ziyang did not know how big of a mistake he had committed. He lowered his head with a face full of joy and was ready to claim credit from his father.

However, he did not expect Wu Sen to look at him with a dark expression when he lowered his head.

"Dad?"

Wu Ziyang called out in confusion.

Wu Sen closed his eyes in grief and indignation. He looked up and murmured in a low voice.

"Yang Er, don't blame Dad for being cruel. For the Wu family, you must pay the price for what you said wrong."

Before Wu Ziyang could understand what the price was, he finally understood what the price was.

Wu Sen suddenly raised his head. With a cruel expression, he slapped the top of his son's head.

Not far away, Mo Nan didn't expect this scene. He took a deep breath.

As the saying goes, a tiger does not eat its own son even though it is poisonous. This Wu Sen, in order to protect the Wu family's face, was too ruthless...

On the other side, Wu Sen killed his son with a single palm strike. He didn't show any grief. He looked at those Grandmasters and Martial King with a dark expression and said coldly,

"If anyone dares to talk nonsense about what happened today, our Wu family will lose a lot of face. At that time, don't blame me for not caring about our old friendship."

Immediately, the group of Grandmasters who had already thought of leaving the Wu family nodded their heads.

Nodding his head in satisfaction, Wu Sen looked back at Mo Nan, who was staring at him with narrowed eyes. He took out the Spiritual Treasures from his body one by one and placed them on the ground. After that, he clenched his teeth and turned around.

"The Wu family will remember today's humiliation. I hope that you won't regret it in the future."

After saying that, he flung his sleeves and left with large strides.

On the other hand, a few Grandmasters hesitated for a moment. In the end, they still picked up Wu Ziyang's corpse. It seemed like they were going to take Wu Ziyang's corpse with them.

Mo Nan frowned as he watched Wu Sen leave.

What do you mean? Are you going to blame your son's death on me?

Faang Zhenghua, who was standing beside him, asked in a deep voice, "Young Master Mo, are you going to let him go just like that?"

"What else?"

Mo Nan snorted and turned around.

Obviously, Faang Zhenghua was honest, but he was not a good person either. He immediately rubbed his neck and said,

"If I were to say it, I would kill him to prevent future troubles. Otherwise, if he was targeted by a Martial King, something bad might happen to him one day."

"Forget it."

Mo Nan had the same thought as well, but after thinking for a while, he waved his hand and rejected it.

He, Mo Nan, never did things that did not count. Since Wu Sen had obediently left all the Spiritual Treasures he brought with him, Then he'll let them go.

The main thing was that old rascal felt that Wu Sen could no longer stir up any waves. This man had killed his son. Although he was a ruthless man, he would rather kill his son than fight Mo Nan. This did not mean that in his heart, Mo Nan had become an existence that he could not afford to offend.

In this way, it didn't matter whether he let Wu Sen go or not.

Faang Zhenghua wanted to persuade him again.

Mo Nan waved his hand and interrupted him. Then, he pointed at the medicinal Spiritual Treasures on the ground in the distance and said,

"Let's not talk about it anymore. Let's go. Accompany me to see what those medicinal Spiritual Treasures have. If there is something that you can use, you can choose a few."2

He said generously.

However, when he walked to the side of those Spiritual Treasures, old rascal's face could not help turning black.

Damn it, these people from the Wu family were a little too poor. Twenty people came in a grandiose manner. The medicinal Spiritual Treasures they carried with them... There were only three of them.

A black flag, a long sword, and a stack of talismans that couldn't be considered Spiritual Treasures.

These were all gone.

old rascal's face darkened as he looked at Faang Zhenghua awkwardly.

On the other hand, although Faang Zhenghua had not known Mo Nan for a long time, he had already figured out what Mo Nan was thinking. He immediately shook his head and said with a serious expression.

Forget it. I don't have any use for these things. Young Master Mo, you should keep them yourself."

"You really don't need them? Don't be polite with me. I'm not that kind of stingy person!"

Mo Nan patted his chest and said.

Faang Zhenghua hesitated when he heard that. Although he did not need it, he chose a long sword and gave it to his sister Zhou Wei. It could be considered as compensation for worrying about his sister for such a long time.

Unexpectedly, when he saw that Faang Zhenghua was hesitating, his face immediately changed. He laughed and said,

"Aiya, you are too polite. Well, since you don't need it, I will accept it. "

Before he could finish his sentence, a pile of items on the ground had already been collected by Mo Nan at a speed that Faang Zhenghua could not see clearly.

Faang Zhenghua was speechless.

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