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Chapter 1612 - 1605: Father and Son Become Enemies

Chapter 1612: Chapter 1605: Father and Son Become Enemies

Huayu Tong simply could not defend himself against this attack so close at hand; he was directly struck in the abdomen by a palm from Huayu Ting, causing him to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body flying towards the direction of the ancestral tablet and heavily smashing onto the offering table.

Where Huayu Ting had struck was neither more nor less than the exact spot of a cultivator’s Qitian in the abdomen.

This was the lifeline of all cultivators; once attacked, the lighter consequence would be the loss of years’ accumulated strength, while the more severe outcome could be immediate violent death, much like the Overturning Beast that had been struck down years ago.

The gesture of Huayu Ting’s attack was also exceedingly strange, with curled fingers that formed neither a fist nor an open palm.

This attacking gesture, as long as one had mingled in the martial world for a few years, could be easily recognized.

"Shattered, Star-shattering, you actually resorted to the vicious technique of Star-shattering..." Huayu Tong rolled a few times on the ground, and with a retch, spat out another mouthful of fresh blood; it seemed he had suffered severe internal injuries.

But more painful to him than the internal injuries, was the actions and methods employed by Huayu Ting.

He never imagined that one day he would be crippled by his own seemingly gentle son, and with such disgraceful means at that.

The Qitian of a cultivator, in fact, is somewhat similar to the Magic Core of the wild beasts of the East Continent. Both are tangible entities that can be damaged by external forces.

Therefore, despicable techniques specifically designed to shatter Qitian emerged from this.

Of course, whether it is despicable or not depends on one’s perspective. For cultivators, such actions are undoubtedly the most vile and lowliest of methods.

To shatter the Qitian means to obliterate a person’s life from its foundation. A Qitian is almost irrepairable, and cases of re-cultivating and condensing it are exceedingly rare.

It can be said that once the Dantian is shattered, that person’s life is essentially over, with no further possibility of cultivating.

For cultivators, this is even more unbearable than death.

Moreover, the Qitian is physical; once broken, it will result in internal injuries, with numerous fragments scattering throughout the abdomen.

These fragments of the Qitian are sharp-edged crystals that can easily rupture the fragile human body, causing secondary injuries.

When cultivators clash with one another, they might resort to some low tactics, aside from the Domineering Skill.

However, because Star-shattering is excessively vicious, practically no cultivator dares to use it. As they say, death is a small matter, but losing one’s integrity is grave; no cultivator dares to sully their reputation.

The most commonly used of the low tactics among cultivators is Flow Redirect, which temporarily severs the opponent’s channel of magical power circulation.

This method results in reversible harm, thus it is regarded as a top-tier technique and recognized by the majority of cultivators.

So, when he saw Huayu Ting use Star-shattering on him, the pain in Huayu Tong’s heart was, surprisingly, greater than the intense pain in his body.

"Surprised, aren’t you, Father? This trick is quite useful in the martial world. I like it very much, hehe..." Huayu Ting spoke coldly, slowly retracting his hand, and then, inconceivably, he broke into a cold smile.

After laughing, his gaze swept over the body of the tragically dead Huayu Yun. A surge of uncontrollable grief emerged from the depths of his heart, like stirred-up silt.

His throat choked up painfully. With reddened eyes and bulging forehead veins, despite clenching his teeth, he could not hold back his tears.

Therefore, Huayu Tong was surprised to see that his strong son, who had never shed tears from childhood to adulthood, actually expressed a grieving countenance, crying out with a whimpering sound.

He collapsed on the ground, crawling clumsily, inch by inch, moving towards Huayu Yun.

It wasn’t that he was doing it on purpose, but rather because faced with his child’s death, Huayu Ting simply could not walk from weakness in his legs.

He moved next to Huayu Yun, trying to lift his small body. As soon as he lifted him, Huayu Yun’s limbs hung limply, and bright red blood slowly trickled along the paths of his blood vessels onto the ground.

He saw the terrifying distortion in the hands and feet of Huayu Yun; as he tried to reposition them, he endured heart-piercing pain.

In the end, unable to bear it anymore, he held Huayu Yun tightly in his arms, bending over as he cried out in grief.

For a moment, the hall echoed with Huayu Ting’s cries of despair and regret. Even those who could not feel his pain might shed tears because of his weeping.

Off to the side, Huayu Tong finally regained his strength, covering his abdomen as he struggled to climb up. Seeing his son’s actions, he was shocked and baffled.

"My son, what are you doing? That’s the scourge of the Demon Clan," Huayu Tong asked with a trembling voice.

"He is my son, your grandson too. Father, how cruel your heart is."

The last sentence Huayu Ting uttered gritting his teeth, his tearful eyes glared at Huayu Tong with murderous intent.

"You, you..." Huayu Tong was startled, finally realizing that the Huayu Ting before him was no longer the obedient and compliant son of before.

He had never looked at himself with such eyes before, those were eyes that seemed to wish to tear a person apart and grind them to pieces.

Huayu Tong couldn’t bear such a gaze; even just resting on him, it pained like a knife stabbing into him.

"While you slowly tortured him to death before my eyes, did you ever think that I, too, am a father!" Huayu Ting said, unable to hide his anger.

He laid down Huayu Yun’s corpse and charged at Huayu Tong with lightning speed, blocking his escape route.

Immediately afterward, Huayu Ting grabbed his father by the neck and lifted him up. Then, glaring angrily at him, he gritted his teeth and said, "Father, where do you think you’re going? Did you think I would let you off that easily?"

Huayu Tong was lifted by the neck by his own son, his old face turning red and veins bulging on his forehead. He struggled in vain, but his own strength could not compare to Huayu Ting’s, and his Qitian had already been shattered by Huayu Ting.

"I really want to torture you slowly to death just like you did to Yun Er, but since you are the Patriarch, I can’t let others see through this..." Huayu Ting said through gritted teeth with resentment, "With your death, I will become the new Patriarch. Rest assured, father, I will take good care of this family."

Huayu Tong’s eyes bulged, unsure if it was from hearing Huayu Ting’s words or from being unable to breathe with his neck choked.

Huayu Ting carefully controlled his strength; although he was enraged to the extreme, he knew all too well. If he killed his father just like that, no matter what, he would never be able to take over the position of the Huayu Family Patriarch.

If that happened, their family would be endlessly hunted down by the Huayu Family, unable to find a foothold in Kyushu.

So, although his anger left his mind nearly blank, he still maintained the most basic sanity and did not directly strangle Huayu Tong to death.

As long as Huayu Tong’s body had no obvious signs of external injury, then Huayu Ting could declare his father’s death as a suicide from shame and take over the position of the Huayu Family Patriarch.

As for the damage to Huayu Tong’s Qitian, that was an internal injury, which usually wasn’t evident from the outside.

And even if it was noticeable, the elders of the family were unwilling to believe that Huayu Ting, a proud son of the heavens, would use such lowly methods against his own father.

Having sorted out his thoughts, Huayu Ting threw his father aside, then tore down the curtains hanging in the hall, wrapped it around Huayu Tong’s neck, and tossed it over the ceiling beam.

At this moment, Huayu Tong couldn’t even resist, let alone muster the most basic cry for help.

He had smartly outsmarted himself, thinking to deal with this matter quietly, so he sent away the guards and servants from halfway up the hill. Thus, what was happening inside was completely unknown to those outside.

After doing all this, Huayu Ting forcefully pulled the curtain, and, as expected, Huayu Tong was hoisted up, struggling futilely in mid-air.

Having done all this, Huayu Ting walked up to Huayu Tong at an unhurried pace, frowning and sneering as he watched his father struggle in pain before him.

There were no ripples in his heart, for hatred had completely covered it.

"Father, are you in pain? Did you ever think of how painful it would be when you hurt Yun Er..."

"Do you know? That was Fei Yu’s first child, our first child, a testament to our life and death bond together. Look what you have done..."

"Father, why are you so silent now, why are your eyes bulging so roundly, you must be close to death..."