Godly Conceited Son-in-law

It was midnight, and the sky was an endless black, almost the color of despair. There was no moonlight or starlight. It was as if dark clouds had covered the sky.    

    

In a secret manor in a villa in the outskirts of Suhang, the lights were still brightly lit.    

    

A man wearing a grey windbreaker stumbled into the main house and knelt down.    

    

"Patriarch He, something has happened!"    

    

He only heard the rustling sounds of clothes in the house after he shouted a few times. After a few minutes, the door opened.    

    

He Zhizhang opened his eyes sleepily. Looking at the steward who was kneeling on the floor with a panicked expression, he couldn't help but feel a bit irritated.    

    

"Why aren't you sleeping at night? Is it possible that that stinking Guan Yang is here to get my head?" He Zhizhang said in a low voice, his heart filled with rage.    

    

Hearing this, the housekeeper fell to the ground with a thump. He trembled with fear as he said in a low voice, "Patriarch He, you guessed right. Guan Yang is indeed here."    

    

"What!"    

    

All of a sudden, He Zichang woke up.    

    

"Where is he now?"    

    

The butler stood up and put on the clothes that a young girl handed to him. He said in a low voice, "He's already at the main entrance."    

    

"This brat doesn't know his place. Before I went to look for him, he had already come knocking. Gather the brothers, since he's here, don't think of leaving here alive! " He Zhi Zhang snorted coldly.    

    

At this moment, in front of the He Clan's main gate.    

    

A pool of fresh red blood dyed the majestic big doors red. On both sides of the road, besides the blood all over the place, there were more twitching bodies.    

    

Following behind Guan Yang were Huo Le and the brothers from the Madman Sect. They had already rushed to the courtyard of the courtyard where He Jia Village was.    

    

"Huo Le, bring a few of our brothers to the side room and bring the He brothers over to me!"    

    

Huo Le respectfully nodded. After she turned around, she seemed to have thought of something and suddenly turned her head back.    

    

"Young Master Kuang, then where are you planning to go now?"    

    

The corner of Guan Yang's mouth lifted as he revealed a casual smile.    

    

"I'll go meet He Zhizhang and see just how strong a Manifestation stage master like him is."    

    

Hearing that, Huo Le solemnly lowered his head and cupped his hands, "Young Master Kuang, this He Zhizhang's strength is truly terrifying. "Your subordinate suggests that you bring a few brothers with you in order to guarantee your safety …"    

    

Before he could finish his words, Guan Yang waved his hand and interrupted him.    

    

"No need, too many people is a burden. I alone am enough to deal with such an old thing! "    

    

As soon as those words were said, Guan Yang's body tilted and turned into a mass of black fog that disappeared into the night.    

    

"..."    

    

He Zhizhang, who was dressing himself, cursed Guan Yang nonstop. He even paid his respects to all eighteen generations of his ancestors.    

    

At this moment, he suddenly felt a cold killing intent coming from behind him.    

    

In the blink of an eye. He drew out the long saber in front of him and placed it across his chest.    

    

"Clang!"    

    

The sharp blades collided with each other, causing sparks to fly everywhere. It was extremely dazzling.    

    

He Zhizhan furrowed his brows as he saw who the person was.    

    

"Guan Yang!"    

    

Guan Yang took a few steps back and narrowed his eyes as he stared at the undressed man in front of him with interest.    

    

"Patriarch He, I didn't think that meeting again would be done in such a manner."    

    

Hearing this, He Zichang kept his saber. There was a sinister smile on his face as he coldly stared at Guan Yang.    

    

"Guan Yang, my He family has no enmity with you. Why did you come to provoke me today?"    

    

Guan Yang raised an eyebrow and looked at the sofa at the side. He then sat on it.    

    

"Patriarch He must be old and his memory isn't that good, right? "When we parted that day at the ball, more than a dozen martial arts cultivators came to surround me. How do you explain that?"    

    

He Zichang's expression was somewhat unnatural, but he quickly covered it up and replaced the smile on his face.    

    

"Master, I have heard of this before. But, as far as I can hear, it was Sun Wanli who did it that night. What crime has our He Family committed? "    

    

Looking at He Zhizhang, whose face was covered with an aged expression, a trace of a sneer appeared on Guan Yang's lips. He coughed lightly and slowly stood up.    

    

"Patriarch He, you're right. "However, I'm not sure if you've ever heard of Sun Wangli's fate before!"    

    

A simple sentence left He Zhizhang speechless. He stared at Guan Yang's bottomless eyes, which were like black holes. He couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.    

    

What kind of monster was this Guan Yang? He was obviously young, but why was he emitting such a strong killing intent?!    

    

Seeing He Zhizhang stunned on the spot, the corner of Guan Yang's mouth rose as he played with the dagger in his hand. His face revealed a mocking smile.    

    

"He Zhizhang, next year's day will be the anniversary of your death!"    

    

Before he finished his sentence, Guan Yang's eyes widened. It was as if thousands of icicles were shot out as he fiercely stared at He Zhizhang who was not far away.    

    

An overwhelming amount of killing intent gushed out from him as He Zichang's face darkened to the extreme. The long sword in his hand also issued a buzzing sound as it trembled non-stop.    

    

"Swish ~ ~"    

    

Guan Yang's figure flashed, instantly turning into a mass of black fog and disappearing into the air.    

    

This He Zhizhang was truly worthy of being a Manifestation martial artist. His eyes widened as if he had already seen through Guan Yang's movements. His long saber horizontally slashed out at his back.    

    

With regards to He Zichang's reaction, Guan Yang was also surprised. However, with his rich combat experience, he immediately reacted.    

    

He leaned his body to the side and used the dagger in his hand to push the long saber to the side.    

    

"Iron Mountain!"    

    

He Zhizhang was surprised. He didn't think that Guan Yang would do this. However, by the time he reacted, it was already too late.    

    

After a dull thud, He Zichang felt as if his body lost its balance and was sent flying.    

    

Boom!    

    

He Zichang slammed into the wall, his head buzzing from the impact.    

    

Before he could stand up, a fist the size of a claypot struck his face. Although he had already waved his hand to block it, it was already too late.    

    

Following that, a rain of fists rained down on He Zhizhang's body.    

    

Just as He Zichang was certain that he was going to die, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him. In that instant, He Zichang felt his world brighten up.    

    

"Tianlong, hurry up and make your move! Kill Guan Yang!"    

    

When He Tianlong saw the two men fighting one another, he was first taken aback. However, he soon recovered from his shock. He grabbed a bottle of wine from a nearby table and swiped it towards Guan Yang's back.    

    

Guan Yang naturally felt the presence of He Tianlong behind him. He only gave a light snort. Using the dagger in his hand like a throwing knife, he flung it violently towards He Tianlong's neck.    

    

In the blink of an eye, a sharp dagger fiercely stabbed into his neck.    

    

He Tianlong only felt a warm feeling on his neck as he stretched out his hand to touch it. It was actually a palm full of crimson red.    

    

For a moment, he was slightly panicked. Both his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees on the ground.