Wang Lin’s expression remained unchanged, "Do you think, old man would be so easily disturbed by the words of a young upstart like you?"
"Whether your mind gets disturbed or not, I don’t know."
Yang Ge shook his head, his tone one of regret, "What I do know is that if you lose, not only will you die, your son will die too!"
Wang Lin’s face finally changed, turning so dark it seemed water could be wrung from it, "Have the young ones of today no respect for the rules of the jianghu anymore?"
Yang Ge looked at him seriously and said, "The rules of the jianghu are meant for those who follow the rules and for our own people... By appearing here, are you abiding by the rules, or are you one of our own?"
Without waiting for Wang Lin to speak, he continued, "I won’t say it a third time, now, immediately, direct your fists at these accursed Dongying invaders, and we can let bygones be bygones. If you dare to make a move again, I guarantee I’ll reunite you and your son on the road to the underworld... When Yang Erlang gives his word, it’s as solid as spit on iron!"
Wang Lin’s face showed struggle, but soon his expression steadied, and he said softly, "I believe that by killing you, my son and I can still survive this calamity."
Yang Ge was so infuriated by his words that he had to laugh, "Previously someone told me that the people of the White Lotus Sect are all mad, unrecognizing of kin in their rebellion, not hesitating even to kill wives and children. I didn’t quite believe it, thinking that even a tiger would not eat its own cub—how could someone, for such illusory causes, totally disregard their wives and children, even turning their knives on them? I didn’t expect that the world really had someone as heartless and ungrateful as you. If your father had known you’d turn out like this, he would have smeared you on the wall when you were born!"
"Shut up!"
Wang Lin’s eyes suddenly reddened, and he roared furiously like his crown was ablaze, "Impudent brat, how dare you spew slander and filthy language!"
He seemed to be stimulated, and suddenly a great quantity of black and red Qi Force surged from his body. His already muscular body, as if made of twisted steel, inflated like a balloon, almost bursting the rough hemp clothing he was wearing.
He took large strides forward, charging at Yang Ge like a mad bull, with black and red flame-like Qi Force condensed around his fists.
Seeing him rushing over with red eyes, Yang Ge smiled slightly, leaned down slightly with his hand on his sword, and whispered with a breath, "It’s not that the one who shouts loudest is right..."
With a breath of turbid air expelled, the sound of gunfire, yelling, and footfalls around his ears faded, and only the image of the angry bull-like figure remained in front of him.
"Break!"
He slashed with his sword, its gleaming blade so quick that even he couldn’t catch it.
And Wang Lin, with fists swirling and the shadow of an angry Vajra faintly emerging behind him, froze under that slash, a mere ten paces away from Yang Ge. The barely formed image of the Vajra dissipated like smoke in a gust of wind.
The precious moon-like saber touched the ground, and the surroundings returned to normal.
Yang Ge, supporting himself with the saber, forced back a surge of blood rising to his throat and murmured in satisfaction, "Improvement, indeed...
"Thud."
Wang Lin’s robust body slowly tipped over, crashing down onto the sandy beach, raising dust.
In the distance, Wang Sen, who had witnessed the scene, couldn’t believe his eyes and cried out heart-wrenchingly, "Father..."
Hearing this cry, Yang Ge looked in the direction of the voice and saw Wang Sen, wearing a short robe of coarse cloth, blending with the Dongying invaders while carrying a blood-soaked Dongying sword that was similar to Wang Lin’s in appearance.
"Oh, there he really is!"
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He stood up straight, carrying the precious moon-like saber, and strode towards Wang Sen.
Wang Sen, his eyes flashing with rage, saw Yang Ge approaching and turned his head, leading a hundred or so White Lotus Sect members dressed in various colors, franticly running towards the numerous lifeboats floating by the sea.
"Running? Do you think you can escape?"
Yang Ge laughed heartily and hurled the precious moon-like saber through the air.
Out of the corner of his eye, Wang Sen noticed him throwing the saber, quickly flicked his own bloodstained Dongying sword, skillfully knocking the precious moon-like saber away, and continued heading towards the lifeboats without looking back.
But he had only run a few steps when he suddenly felt a chill in his back and chest. He instinctively stopped, looking down at his chest dazedly, to see a segment of bright, shiny blade protruding through it.
In disbelief, he turned back and looked at Yang Ge, who was still leisurely walking by the sea some dozens of feet away.
"How, how is this possible!"
He fell to his knees, his eyes rapidly losing their shine, full of regret: ’Father, you should have listened to your son this time...’
With the death of the Wang father and son, the remaining White Lotus Sect disciples immediately scattered like birds and beasts,
Yang Ge didn’t chase after them; with a gesture, the precious moon-like saber hummed as it flew back and landed obediently in his hand.
Gently caressing the blade, he praised, "Good dog... Good saber!"
Just then, a teasing voice filled with laughter suddenly rang from above his head: "Oh, are you running out of steam?"
Looking up, Yang Ge saw Liu Dongjun, clad in a snow-white dress with a string of silver bells at her waist, descending gracefully from the sky.
He was startled and hastily searched around, quickly spotting Yang Tiansheng amidst a group of Dongying fighters. He was engaged in a fierce battle with a Dongying warrior wielding a long sword and wearing red Dongying armor, with Qi Force flying all around them...
Reassured, he rested on his precious moon-like saber and said with annoyance, "Big sister, are you bored with nothing better to do? Daring to wade into such muddy waters?"