Chapter 63: He Must Die

At this moment, An Benyue regretted his actions so deeply that his intestines turned green. He only hated himself for provoking such a terrifying existence.

Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now.

With a strained expression and a hardened heart, An Zhicheng spoke:

"Senior, no matter what, he is still a descendant of the An family. Could you possibly show some leniency and let the An family handle this?"

"What? Still trying to buy time? Do you think this will change the outcome?"

Li Moxuan naturally understood the hidden meaning behind An Zhicheng's words.

"I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare!"

An Zhicheng indeed had that in mind, as this matter was no longer something he could manage on his own. If only he could find someone to intercede and spare An Benyue's life.

At present, the formidable experts of the An family were away on other matters, and his eldest brother, An Lan, was in seclusion. The An family lacked a Grandmaster-realm powerhouse to hold down the fort. At best, a younger member of the An family had joined a secluded sect, but finding someone with enough influence to speak up right now was simply impossible.

Li Moxuan chuckled lightly.

"Fine. Whether you consider yourself a practitioner of sorcery or you want to bring in powerful experts to deal with me, I will give you this chance. Don't say I'm bullying you!"

Upon hearing this, a wave of wild joy surged in An Zhicheng's heart.

He hurriedly pulled out his phone to contact the Wu family. The Wu and An families shared a close relationship, reinforced by marriage alliances. Right now, the only people he could summon were the Wu brothers!

A moment later.

A luxury car sped rapidly to the entrance of Wushi University.

"Such immense audacity! How dare someone touch a member of the An family? Simply arrogant to the extreme!"

Stepping out of the car, the brothers Wu Ming and Wu Hai shouted arrogantly the moment their feet touched the ground.

Lately, the Yin-Yang Dual Stones had been snatched away by a Grandmaster-level expert, leaving them burning with rage. On top of that, the Lin family and the Gu family were planning a marriage alliance. Just thinking about these matters made the Wu brothers itch to kill someone to vent their frustration.

They had spent days gathered with their clansmen discussing these very issues. Just then, An Zhicheng had called for help, claiming someone was going to kill An Benyue, forcing them to step in.

With such a major crisis befalling the An family, the Wu brothers naturally could not ignore it. Boiling with suppressed fury, they intended to blow off some steam. Consequently, they had charged over in a menacing manner.

Seeing the arrival of the Wu brothers, the surrounding onlookers immediately gasped in shock.

"Good heavens, they actually managed to summon the Wu brothers?"

"This situation is escalating rapidly. It's almost as if half of Wushi's top families are getting dragged into this."

"Are those the Wu brothers? Just looking at them is terrifying."

"They are the absolute ceiling of martial combat power among Wushi's top families. You've got to be kidding me."

"That kid is a dead man!"

Seeing the Wu brothers approach, An Benyue cried out joyfully, "Uncle Wu, save me!"

Strictly speaking, the Wu brothers even shared some distant kinship with him.

An Zhicheng also breathed a sigh of relief.

Flanked by a dozen subordinates, the Wu brothers swaggered onto the scene.

"Who is..."

Just as they were about to bark out a demand, the two brothers froze simultaneously, turning as pale as ghosts and standing rooted to the spot as if they had swallowed a ton of bricks.

Seeing this, An Zhicheng's heart skipped a beat.

"That's right, it's me!"

"If you have accounts to settle, do it now. Your endless petty delaying tactics have completely exhausted my patience. What? Don't tell me you plan on calling even more people?"

Recognizing them, Li Moxuan realized these were none other than the Wu brothers whom Xue Ming had sent to deliver the Yin-Yang Dual Stones to him.

The Wu brothers, who had swaggered in so arrogantly a moment before, suddenly acted as if someone had grabbed them by the throat, choking on a piece of fossilized, ancient excrement.

With excruciating effort, Wu Ming and Wu Hai squeezed out awkward, ingratiating smiles, cupping their fists respectfully:

"So it turns out to be you, Senior..."

An uproar swept through the crowd.

The world was truly small.

Even legendary figures like the Wu brothers had to humble themselves and bow before this person?

Witnessing this, An Benyue plunged into utter despair, teetering on the verge of a breakdown.

"Uncle Wu, how could you..."

A fundamental question echoed in his mind.

Just who on earth had he offended?

His uncle had dropped to his knees to beg for mercy, and even the Wu brothers wore expressions of pure terror and flattery.

The Wu brothers were helpless. Having fought Li Moxuan previously, they had nearly lost their lives. With their own family currently plagued by a mountain of disasters, how could they dare to provoke another terrifying Grandmaster?

"Ahem... Senior, this unfilial brat must have offended you. I wonder if Senior might spare him for my sake? Whatever conditions Senior demands, the An and Wu families will go through fire and water without hesitation."

"Why should I give you face?"

As soon as these words fell, Wu Ming's face was suffused with awkwardness.

Yet, he forcefully suppressed his rising anger.

"This... whether it's wealth or antiques, or even the young maidens of our two families—if Senior takes a fancy to any of them, we can send them straight to Senior's estate. We beg Senior to leave us a way out!"

To save An Benyue, Wushi's two premier families had lowered themselves to such a pathetic degree.

Li Moxuan remained silent, offering only a cold sneer.

"Hmph..."

Wu Ming took a deep breath, then shook his head in bitter resignation!

As if making a resolute decision, he turned around and walked toward An Benyue.

"Uncle Wu, no... please save me! I swear I'll never dare do it again, I've turned over a new leaf!"

Kneeling on the ground, An Benyue begged Wu Ming frantically.

He had already guessed what the other party was going to do.

Wu Ming sighed helplessly.

"Your father and your uncle both urged you to focus on your cultivation, but you were rotten to the core. This time, you truly provoked someone neither of our families can afford to cross."

"There is always someone better, and a heaven beyond the skies. Unfortunately, you no longer have a chance to change your ways!"

Wu Ming gazed down coldly at An Benyue.

"I know I'll change, Uncle Wu, save my life..."

Deep despair surfaced in An Benyue's eyes.

"It's too late!"

"Don't blame Uncle Wu. Even if your father were here, the outcome would be the same!"

"No..."

An Benyue let out a shrill, piercing scream.

Thud...

A muffled blow echoed.

Taking matters into his own hands, Wu Ming struck An Benyue down, ending his life.

Fresh blood seeped across the ground outside the gates of Wushi University, painting a gruesome scene.

The onlookers instinctively covered their mouths, gasping in shock.

No one could have anticipated that a confrontation which initially seemed so one-sided would culminate in such a fashion.

To preserve the Wu and An families, Wu Ming had personally executed the youngest son of the An family.

Even An Zhicheng did not dare to question the act.

He knew this outcome was already set in stone!