"Rebel! What do you think you're doing? Are you planning to attack me?" Gao Zanhu's entire body trembled, not out of fear but anger.
He couldn't believe that his own son would dare to draw his blade on him.
"Old man, I know you're incredibly powerful, and your strength has long reached the pinnacle of Dirty Refinement. I'm no match for you."
"Are you still just bystanders here? If the old man doesn't die, I'll never be able to take control of Gao Family Manor, and by then, the promises I made to you will naturally be impossible to fulfill."
Gao Yucheng's voice echoed in the spacious underground hall.
As his words fell, laughter came from the underground passage, "Hahaha, the Second Young Master is indeed a trustworthy person. You've really found the secret chamber of Gao Family Manor."
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh."
Soon, five shadowy figures appeared in the hall.
Gao Zanhu pointed at Gao Yucheng and said in a deep voice, "Rebel, you actually colluded with outsiders? This is treachery! Can the things I intend to do for Gao Family be known to outsiders?"
But Gao Yucheng remained unperturbed and said calmly, "Old man, you don't need to worry about that. I have my own discretion."
"Well, why don't you hurry up and send the old man on his way?" Gao Yucheng stood still, but the five figures behind him moved instantly.
The five figures erupted with surging energy and blood, each of them formidable, not in the least inferior to Gao Zanhu.
In almost a single breath's time, they surrounded Gao Zanhu.
Gao Yucheng, on the other hand, lifted his blade and approached Gao Yuzhi, who was still unconscious and lying on a stone bed.
Gao Yuzhi remained in a coma, his breathing shallow.
Gao Yucheng slowly raised the blade and murmured, "Big brother, I didn't want to kill you."
"But as long as you live, the old man will never give up, and I will never be able to take control of Gao Family Manor."
"Blame it on both of you, just like the old man, both of you want to rebel and are willing to sacrifice the entire Gao Family Manor."
Watching Gao Yucheng's blade point toward Gao Yuzhi, Gao Zanhu's anger reached its peak, and his expression contorted in a hideous manner.
"Rebel, stop it! He's your elder brother!"
"Do you want the Blood Exchange Pearl? I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, just don't harm your elder brother..."
With one careless move, Gao Zanhu was struck in the chest by one of the black-clothed individuals.
Gao Zanhu fell heavily to the ground, spewing out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper, clearly seriously injured.
But he seemed to pay no attention to it, his gaze still fixed firmly on Gao Yucheng.
However, Gao Yucheng clenched his teeth, and his blade plunged downward.
The blade instantly pierced Gao Yuzhi's body.
Even in his unconscious state, Gao Yuzhi seemed to feel the pain, and his brow furrowed.
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Gao Yuzhi's breathing gradually grew weaker, until he ceased to breathe altogether.
Gao Zanhu's eyes widened, veins bulging on his face.
But no matter how furious he was, Gao Yuzhi was still dead.
His beloved son, whom he had poured all his effort, resources, and affection into, was dead.
And worse, he had been killed by his own son right before his eyes!
Gao Yucheng withdrew the blade, took a step back, and gazed at Gao Yuzhi. He seemed strangely calm.
"Yes, in your eyes, I'm just a wastrel and a fool, collaborating with you to sell Gao Family Manor."
"Father, do you also see me the same way? Ambitious but lacking the means, a complete fool?"
Gao Yucheng's words caused a sudden change in the faces of the five shadowy figures. They felt that something was amiss.
Even Gao Zanhu, who was staring at Gao Yucheng with suspicion, couldn't hide his uncertainty.
If Gao Yucheng wasn't out of his mind but had prepared for this, there might still be a chance...
The five shadowy figures no longer hesitated and prepared to strike Gao Yucheng.
But just as they activated their energy and blood, they suddenly felt their bodies go weak, collapsing to the ground involuntarily.
"What's going on? Poison? When did we get poisoned?"
"How could you poison us?"
"We're experts in poison. Who could have poisoned us?"
These five martial artists couldn't believe what was happening. They had not detected any poison.
Gao Yucheng shook his head slightly and said, one word at a time, "You've all tasted the food I've been serving you every day, and you even tested it for poison. Besides, you're all experts in poison. Who could poison you?"
"It's not poison; it's just a special slow-acting drug. As long as you vigorously circulate your energy and blood, you'll gradually lose all your strength without realizing it. It will wear off after a few hours."
Listening to Gao Yucheng's emotionless explanation, the five individuals couldn't help but feel fear creeping in.
Who would have thought that they would fall into Gao Yucheng's trap?
Gao Yucheng picked up the blade from the ground.
He looked at Gao Zanhu and let out a deep sigh. "Father, you're too kind-hearted. I just gave you a great opportunity, but you didn't take it."
"But I won't be merciful. I need to take control of Gao Family Manor, and I can use your head as a stepping stone. These five fools can take the blame."
"Father, rest in peace!"
Gao Yucheng took a deep breath and raised the large blade high above his head.
Gao Zanhu didn't say anything more. He closed his eyes and seemed to resign himself to fate.
Suddenly, Gao Yucheng felt a faint breeze behind him.
But this was an underground secret chamber with no ventilation. Where could the breeze be coming from?
A white light flashed briefly.
The next moment, Gao Yucheng felt his neck grow cold.
He clutched his neck, and it seemed like all the strength in his body was rapidly fading away.
Gao Yucheng's eyes widened, and he saw it.
In front of him, a mysterious figure in black had appeared out of nowhere, holding a dagger in their hand, dripping with crimson blood.