Chapter Twelve How Is It Possible?

  The Wei family in Songlin Town, as a hundred-year-old clan in Songlin Town, naturally has a very deep foundation. Although the Wei family is only one of the main families, it also has a very strict hierarchy, with eight elders and five executives besides the head of the Wei family.

  The old man's strength was around the 8th rank of martial artist, and in the entire Wei family, only the head of the Wei family and Sun Boda had reached the level of a martial master. The attendants were all around the 5th rank of martial artist. It could be said that in Songlin Town, martial artists above the 5th rank were quite scarce.

  And every month, the branch family needs to transport a batch of goods to the main house, including medicinal materials, spiritual stones, elixirs and even some silver coins. These things can be said to be quite valuable, so naturally more manpower is needed.

  Generally, three elders and three deacons are sent each time, along with some younger ones for training. Such a lineup is considered extremely powerful, so every transport has gone relatively smoothly without major incidents.

  However, if they encounter a strong enemy or are completely defeated, these losses would be unbearable for the Wei family. Therefore, when Sun Bo read the letter and saw that it said to leave all the people who escorted this time behind, his anger can be imagined. Especially after hearing Wei Hong's explanation of the situation, Sun Bo could no longer control his anger.

  "Despicable!" Sun Bo angrily said, scolding loudly, then dragged Wei Hong quickly towards the conference hall. This matter, Sun Bo seemed to attach great importance to it, and he also brought Wei Hong along subconsciously.

  Wei Hong didn't want to bother with this matter, and his own aura was slightly unstable. He had a premonition that he would soon break through to the second rank of martial arts. However, his palm was tightly grasped by Sun Bo, so Wei Hong could only follow behind him.

  A moment later, they arrived at the main hall of the Wei family. In the courtyard, there was a large bell. Sun Bo's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, and with a light wave of his hand, the big bell rang out instantly. The sound was like thunder, echoing throughout the entire Wei family compound.

  After a long sigh, Sun Bo let go of Wei Hong's left hand and said faintly, "Let's go! The others should be arriving soon too."

  This bell normally doesn't ring, only after important matters will it be rung. When the bell rings, the person in charge of the Wei family, the elder and the servant must rush over, from which we can see Sun Bo's anxiety.

  The Shangyitang was still empty at this time, Sun Bo sat down on the second seat with big strides, while Wei Hong had to stand beside Sun Bo, slightly inclined. The sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and then a yellow-robed old man stepped forward.

  "Master Sun, what's happened? You've even taken the trouble to come in person and ring the big bell." The old man Huang said with a respectful tone as he walked up to Master Sun.

  "Wei Chong, you sit down first. I'll talk after everyone arrives." Sun Bo said lightly, waving his hand slightly.

  As for Sun Bo's reaction, Wei Chong did not show any dissatisfaction and quickly sat down. However, he unexpectedly glanced at Wei Hong, clearly, there was no information about Wei Hong in Wei Chong's mind.

  "Great Elder, Wei Chong, Martial Artist of the Eighth Rank."

  Wei Hong's memories flashed, and his heart echoed. As more people arrived, finally, eight elders and five executives were all present. Others whispered to each other, clearly unclear about what had happened.

  "Sun Bo, now that everyone is here, what's going on? You can tell us now." A rough and loud man at the table said with a hint of urgency on his face.

  It was Wei Jia's chief steward, Wei Xin. As soon as his voice fell, the crowd began to discuss again. Looking at the crowd in disarray, Sun Bo slightly waved his hand and coughed softly, and the merchant hall instantly quieted down.

  "Everyone." Sun Bohuai glanced around at the crowd, then briefly explained the situation, after speaking, he took out the letter and handed it to Wei Chong, then closed his eyes to rest.

  Wei Chong spoke up first after looking at each of the elders and deacons, "Sun Bo, is this matter still pending confirmation? Is it possible to make a decision based solely on one letter?"

  "Not bad, according to this kid's words, Hei Feng Gang sent a full ten people, and he actually killed them all. With his martial artist second-class cultivation, how is that possible? Moreover, these ten people must be the elite of Hei Feng Gang, so in my opinion, this kid is absolutely an internal traitor." The Great Elder's voice fell, and a middle-aged man with a red cannon sitting at the end stood up, with a fierce and poisonous look in his eyes, pointing at Wei Hong and shouting loudly.

  Wei Hong furrowed his brow, gazing at the middle-aged man's eyes in the Red Cannon, and instantly understood. He sneered coldly in his heart, thinking that if this guy was going to bully him because of their age difference, Wei Hong wouldn't mind giving him a little surprise.

  "Not bad, Wei Heng is right, there are many doubts here, Sun Bo, you must not lightly believe this kid's one-sided words." At this time, the two old men, Wei Wuya, also showed a hint of coldness on his face and said loudly.

  Sun Bo opened his eyes, swept the crowd lightly, and surprisingly turned to look at Wei Hong, smiling and asked: "Wei Hong, what do you have to say about this?"

  "No, I've already explained the situation. Whether you believe it or not is up to you." Wei Hong said coldly, having no good feelings towards these people.

  As soon as the words fell, he was about to leave, but when he was almost at the door, Wei Heng reacted first and stood up abruptly, shouting loudly: "You little scoundrel, do you think this is a place where you can come and go as you please? In my opinion, you are undoubtedly a traitor."

  As soon as the words fell, a low shout: "Eagle strikes the vast sky."

  Only to see Wei Heng's right arm raised, his palm like a sharp claw fiercely towards Wei Hong. Wei Heng's move was like an eagle swooping down, wrapping Wei Hong inside, determined to hit him with one blow.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  Wei Heng's strike was accompanied by a thunderous roar, with beastly howls echoing in succession. A dark eagle materialized and swooped down beside Wei Hong in an instant. Meanwhile, the corners of Wei Heng's mouth curled up into a cold smile, as if he had already envisioned the scene of Wei Hong being struck by his own blow.

  "The world is in chaos."

  Feeling Wei Heng's fierce momentum, Wei Hong didn't dare to be careless either. He threw a punch with his right hand, releasing his martial energy and instantly condensing it into a ferocious bull. The air was filled with its violent aura as it let out a long roar and clashed head-on with Wei Heng's eagle claw.

  Crack

  A crisp sound, Wei Heng's right forearm directly broke off.

  "Ah!"

  Wei Heng let out a mournful cry, just as he was about to counterattack again. However, Wei Hong had already taken a fierce step forward and struck another blow with his fist, this one carrying the force of a tiger, heavily pounding into Wei Heng's chest.

  "Crack, crack."

  Wei Heng's assistant had at least three ribs broken, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, heavily flying backwards. The chair under him instantly collapsed, and Wei Heng fell onto the large pillar, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

  "How could it be... How is this possible?" Wei Hong was blown away, and although Wei Heng's body was severely injured, he couldn't care less about that. His eyes were fixed tightly on Wei Hong in front of him, revealing shock and horror.