Rumble~
Born like muffled thunder, it resounded through this heaven and earth.
Under this might, the entire Yan Mountain trembled three times.
In the hall, the Fist Emperor, the Sword Saint and the other three were even more shocked upon hearing this, and they all left their seats and rose.
"This mighty power?"
"Could it be the Sealed Sovereign?"
The Sword Saint's three faces instantly gaped down.
Then, with a whoosh, they all rushed out of the hall and headed towards where the sound came from.
However, by the time they arrived, the foot of Yan Mountain was already empty, with no one in sight.
There was only a wooden box the size of a coffin, lying quietly on the ground.
"It shouldn't have gone far yet."
"Let's go, let's go after it~"
The Fist King and the others did not open that wooden box immediately, but scattered out in all directions and chased after it in the distance.
An hour later, the three of them returned once again.
"How was it, did you catch up?"
After the three of them gathered, they asked each other.
However, the Sword Saint and the others all shook their heads.
"I've chased hundreds of kilometres out and I haven't seen anyone half suspicious."
"If only the War God were here, he's fast and has keen senses."
"Surely he wouldn't have let that intruder get away."
Tang Hao sighed, his words faintly carrying a bit of anger.
After all, the land of Yanshan was a sacred place of martial arts in Yanxia. Now that it had been intruded upon, they naturally felt a sense of anger that their majesty had been provoked.
"It's just that."
"That person shouldn't have any malicious intent, probably really just here to deliver a delivery." The Sword Saint was slightly calm.
After all, up to the beginning he hadn't felt the presence of killing intent around him.
Moreover, the tone of that person's speech just now was calm, as if he had no hostile intentions towards Yanxia Martial Path.
Speaking of which, the Sword Saint and Tang Hao both looked at the giant courier at their feet, and then coincidentally looked at Fist King Mo Gucheng: "This courier, did you order it?"
Mo Gucheng was a little confused: "No."
"I never shop online."
"Besides, I haven't acquired anything recently."
"That's strange. If this courier isn't yours, why did the other party name you and ask you to sign for it?" Tang Hao was full of doubts, and only felt that this was a very strange matter.
Although none of them had seen the person coming, just from the power of that roar just now, they all felt the other party's might, definitely the strength of a Sealed Sovereign!
The fact that a Sealed Sovereign had come to deliver a courier was extremely strange in itself.
What was even more strange was that the person signing for the delivery seemed to be unaware of the situation himself.
"How do I know this?" The Fighter paralyzed his hands, then continued, "Maybe someone is trying to harm me."
"Hell knows what kind of foul play is hidden in this box."
As he spoke, the Fist King then kicked out, kicking the wooden box straight out in front of him.
He would like to see what this bizarre delivery was today.
Boom~
With a boom, the wooden box in front of him immediately shattered.
Just by listening to the sound, one could tell how hard the Fist King had kicked.
The two-metre long wooden box shattered to pieces.
And along with the sound of wood splinters bursting, there was also the sound of sinew and bone breaking.
And then, there was a harsh and painful howl.
"Ah~"
With a horrible scream, a figure flew a thousand metres out of the broken wooden box.
And then it fell into the mountain forest, without knowing where it was.
At that time, the Fist King, Tang Hao and the others froze.
Tang Hao, in particular, looked at the distance and then at the Fist Emperor, before saying with some suspicion, "Old Mo, did a figure just fly out?"
The Fist King nodded, "I think so."
"It looks like I've really guessed it."
"The other side is playing the Trojan horse trick with me."
"Hiding someone in a wooden box and trying to assassinate me."
"Luckily, this Fighter is smart enough to strike first."
"With that kick I just gave, even if a martial arts master had a hard pit, there would never be any chance of survival."
The Fist Emperor stood with his arms folded, and his light tone carried a bit of pride in it.
Tang Hao laughed and gave a thumbs up to the Fist Emperor, "Haha, it's still the Fist Emperor who is resourceful."
"I wouldn't have thought of it that way."
After laughing, Tang Hao continued, "Let's go, go over and take a look."
"I'd like to see who has the guts to hide under a wooden box and assassinate the current Fist Emperor?"
As they spoke, the Fist Emperor, Tang Hao and the Sword Saint all went into the mountain forest to look for the corpse that had been kicked away by the Fist Emperor.
The perception of the Seal Master was so keen that he soon found the man in the mountain forest.
"Huh?"
"The life force seems to be quite tenacious?"
"Hardly pitted against the Fist Emperor's leg, and he's still alive?"
Before they even reached the front, Tang Hao and the others could already hear the sound of painful and faint moans.
"Hmph, it's just a fluke for him."
The Fist Emperor, however, had a slightly unpleasant look on his face.
He himself was a Sealed Grandmaster, and he hadn't even killed this assassin with a single kick.
This kind of thing was naturally a bit humiliating for the Fist Emperor.
Immediately, he sped up his steps and walked over, ready to add another kick.
"Old Mo, be merciful with your feet."
"It's good to leave someone alive, there are some things that we can also ask."
The Sword Saint hurriedly stopped him.
However, when the three of them got closer, they felt that something was increasingly wrong.
The one who noticed it first was naturally the Fist King himself.
However, he didn't say anything.
It was Tang Hao who spoke up first, "Hey, don't you guys think, this back, something looks familiar?"
"Fist King, does it look like your son Wu Ya?"
At this moment, the man was curled up in place, twitching slightly.
The Sword Saint and the others could only see the back, and could not yet see the real face.
However, even the back was already starting to make Tang Hao and the others a little suspicious.
"Nonsense!" Fist Emperor Mo Kucheng immediately scolded.
"My son Wu Ya is exceptionally gifted and super strong. How could he have been sent in a box as a courier?"
"It must be a thief from an enemy country, trying to harm me!"
"I'm going over there to kill him~"
The low words were spoken with a bit of anger.
Then, Fist Emperor Mo Kucheng took three steps and walked straight over.
"Why is this still angry?"
"I'm just saying it casually." Looking at Goucheng Mo's indignantly departing back, Tang Hao shook his head and laughed helplessly before following suit, fearing that the Fist Emperor's violent temper would really kill this man outright when it came up.
Boom~
As expected, after the Fist King got close, he didn't even look at the other person's face, and directly kicked him up again.
"Say, who are you?"
"Who instructed you to plot against me?"
The Fist King bellowed angrily.
The man rolled several times on the ground and, with a poof, spat out another mouthful of blood.
Finally, with the only breath left, the man raised his head stubbornly, looked forward and, in an incomparably weak and aggrieved voice, cried out, "Dad... Dad, I... I'm Ya... Ya'er~"
Boom~
After saying that, Mo Wu Ya's raised head fell down.
As Mo Wu Ya collapsed, the world, too, went silent.
The Sword Saint was flabbergasted, and Tang Hao was also dumbfounded all over his face.
As for Mo Wucheng himself, it was as if a thunderbolt from a clear sky had struck him, and his old eyes, staring at him, were enormous!
Eyes that were close to popping out of their sockets.
At this moment, these three old guys were all dumbfounded.
Especially Mo Gucheng, his eyes were red and his jealousy was splitting, and his heart was almost dripping blood.
No one could understand how he felt as a father.
Was it remorse?
Was it self-blame?
Or was it guilt?
Mo Gucheng never dreamed that the one who was delivered in a box as a courier was really his own son, Wu Ya?
And that he, himself, had almost killed his own son with his own hands?
"My son~"
After a long silence, the Fist King's cry was one that resounded through the ages.