Chapter 1692 - 307: Family Confrontation

Zhao Yanglin loosened his grip, giving his son the freedom to speak again.

Zhao Xu: "Zhao Yi, so you lit the lamp to admit defeat? You useless waste, the family should have let me Zou Jiang long ago. If it weren't for you, the one competing for the Dragon King on the River now should have been me!"

Zhao Yi: "Second Uncle, honestly, I'm here today to tear off my cousin's facade. That kid deserves it. Initially, I didn't expect you to be here too."

Zhao Yanglin: "Now that I'm here, what do you plan to do?"

Zhao Yi: "What else can I do? After all, we are family."

Zhao Yanglin: "Indeed."

Zhao Yi: "Then let's have a family reunion and peel off another layer of skin."

Coldness appeared in Zhao Yanglin's eyes: "Zhao Yi, I speak this much with you only due to our family ties, and I'm only being patient because you're Zou Jiang. Don't you dare push your luck, not knowing what's good for you. You are not even the Dragon King yet, and I think someone like you will never become the Dragon King!"

"Heh... hahaha!"

Zhao Yi laughed; he was the most speechless one, who the hell would have thought that walking Jiang could lead him back to his own family.

Zhao Yanglin didn't want to act, Zhao Yi's identity was really special, and on top of that, he genuinely didn't know why Zhao Yi would plot against his own family.

Zhao Yi struck first, his figure lunging directly at Zhao Yanglin.

Zhao Yanglin threw a punch, drawing the surrounding water droplets to create a whirlpool strike.

Zhao Yi's Gate of Life and Death rotated, anticipating the other's moves. He sidestepped to avoid the punch, simultaneously fiercely kicking Zhao Yanglin.

Zhao Yanglin pivoted his knee, blocking Zhao Yi's kick.

Both of them applied the Zhao Family's Secret Technique, creating a cross-sectional impact where torrential rain seemed to split into two, violent water droplets splashing.

Zhao Xu had to overlap his arms to protect himself while quickly retreating; even so, his arms and other parts of his body were pierced with several bloody holes by the terrifying raindrops.

The stalemate didn't last long; Zhao Yi was the first to withdraw his power.

Zhao Yanglin threw another punch, wind and rain converging.

Zhao Yi refused to linger in battle; he retreated decisively, pulling up a water curtain in front.

"Bang!"

The sound of a blast echoed, and the surrounding area felt empty, the heavy rain seemed to be avoiding this place.

Zhao Yanglin's face showed astonishment: "You've actually improved... so quickly?"

Aside from accumulating internal power that the other wasn't as good at, in terms of experience and tactics, this nephew was already on par with him.

No, being able to remain composed in front of him, despite falling behind in power, showed that his nephew's understanding had surpassed his own.

In other words, what this nephew lacked was just the time for slow accumulation and experience. Even if he spent the next few years lounging at home, his strength would eventually surpass his own.

Zhao Xu inhaled sharply from the pain. Seeing Zhao Yi surprisingly on equal footing with his father fueled his resentment and anger further:

"Is this the merit of Zou Jiang's share? Damn it, they should have been mine, they should be mine too!"

Zhao Yi glanced at Zhao Xu disdainfully, "Your father has several sons, you're the least promising, so you're made the scapegoat. How can you have such a high opinion of yourself?"

Zhao Xu: "Even a sickly person like you can gain so much from Zou Jiang, why can't I?"

Zhao Yanglin shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

Zhao Xu recoiled in fear, daring not to speak further.

Zhao Yanglin: "Your brother is a once-in-a-century genius from our Zhao family and has already gained such great fame in the Jianghu. How foolish are you to think you could replace him?

Do you think everyone's eyes are blind, do you think the elders are all muddle-headed?

You, you're only fit to go to the River to feed fish and shrimp!"

After reprimanding his son, Zhao Yanglin looked back at Zhao Yi:

"Nephew, I encountered a mishap while practicing Secret Technique and need Yin corpse energy to alleviate the pain. It's justified, and besides, I've only borrowed corpses, never harmed any living person."

Zhao Yi: "Hmm, because it's your son who turns the living into corpses before handing them to you for transformation."

Zhao Yanglin: "No matter what, we're family. Nephew, what's wrong with you?"

As he spoke, Zhao Yanglin raised his hand, and the four Zhao family Guardians turned towards him, spreading murderous intent.

This was the final ultimatum.

Zhao Yi shook his head: "There's no discussion here, Second Uncle, this is your own doing. Remember, above us are gods three feet tall."

Moreover, for my Zhao family, there are quite a few gods above.

Zhao Yanglin: "You little bastard, go die!"

The Guardians moved.

Zhao Yi dropped to one knee, clenched his fist with one hand, and slammed it into the ground.

"Buzz!"

The water vapor surged, completely enveloping this area, blocking visibility and disrupting perception.

But this also exposed a flaw.

Zhao Yanglin seized the moment, a flash appearing in front of Zhao Yi, lifting his leg to kick him.

Zhao Yi's arms crossed in front of him, taking the hit from his Second Uncle, but caught defensively off guard, Zhao Yi was kicked away like a kite with a broken string.

He slid across the damp grass to disperse the force as he landed.

Zhao Yanglin rushed forward, his cloth shoes skidding across the grass, chasing closely, intending to continuously press this opportunity to finally kill the little bastard.

Meanwhile, the four Guardians all closed in on Liang Li, planning to eliminate Liang Li first, then support Zhao Yanglin.

Liang Li lowered her posture, her twin daggers trembling slightly.

At this moment, the Guardians, initially in attack mode, felt a surge of alertness, turning to defend, with weapons poised in front, switching from offense to defense.