Chapter 10: Confrontation, Heaven's Fury!

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  Stroking the iron arm full of light golden metallic luster. Gazing at the mirror, a mysterious purple pupil appears. Zhuo Yifan's little heart beats wildly, laughing uncontrollably.

  "Majestic Eye Iron Arm, what a perfect match! It's really too awesome! What if there's a difference in talent? Talent is something I've never taken seriously! Let's see who will be trampled underfoot in the future!"

  Shocked in the past, Zhuo Yifan's heart couldn't help but feel a thrill.

  "Moon Eyes and Iron Arms are both evolutionary types. As long as I can keep tempering them, they will evolve, and so will I!"

  A small face with a joyful expression had an unyielding determination: Get stronger! I must get stronger, only by getting stronger can I enter the Blood Prison and find that man I've been wanting to see since I was old enough to understand things.

  "If I can successfully obtain the Mangekyo and the final power of the Iron Arm, I have no idea how strong I will become... This matter, absolutely cannot let anyone know!"

  Thinking of this, he clenched his iron fist, extremely clear that if these two things were to be made public, they would bring great disaster to the Zhuo family.

  An innocent man is not guilty, but if he carries a jade pendant, he will be guilty.

  This principle, he is young in age but understands it.

  Rumble!

  At this moment, the door was suddenly burst open.

  A fierce surge of energy suddenly burst through the door, blasting it into pieces and sending splinters flying everywhere. As a series of orange spiritual energies wildly rotated, a loud "cracking" sound was heard, and the splinters were directly embedded into the ground.

  Right behind him, a majestic and powerful figure suddenly strode in with large steps, arriving at Zhuo Yifan's bedside with a whoosh, the thin quilt was blown away by his aura.

  "Grandpa......" Zhuo Yifan stared blankly at this majestic and powerful old man, hastily retracting his iron arm.

  Zhuo's sudden and fiery appearance left Zhuo Yifan momentarily stunned.

  "Son, how are you? Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

  Zhuo asked anxiously. He stretched out his powerful big hand, starting from Zhuo Yifan's shoulders to examine the injury, while probing the spiritual energy to explore the situation inside Zhuo Yifan's body, not letting go of an inch of skin and flesh.

  The old man was afraid that his grandson would be missing some parts. He took off Zhuo Yifan's underwear, and even his little brother didn't let go, making Zhuo Yifan's face turn bright red, almost fainting.

  The guards standing by the bed were secretly smiling one by one, looking at Zhuo Yifan with a provocative gaze and revealing a sly smile.

  "What's the big deal, it's not like I haven't seen it before. Hmm, compared to when we were kids, it's indeed much bigger now..." Zuo Tian looked at his little brother and was surprised that he still couldn't help but tease him a bit with his hand. Zuo Yi Fan's whole body stiffened, and he directly collapsed, before he even came back to his senses, he found that his white pants had been completely pulled down.

  "Wow, there are so many scars!"

  Zhuo Wenti looked at Zhu Yifan's body, the crisscrossing scars on his chest. His eyelids suddenly jumped violently, and a surge of anger burst forth in his chest. Everyone could clearly feel that a volcano was about to erupt!

  "A bunch of useless people! Where the hell did they all go when Master needs them the most?!" Old Master Zhuo's loud shout was astonishing, and it directly blurted out a catchphrase that Zhuo Yifan hadn't heard in a long time.

  "You can't even protect the young master properly, damn it! What's the use of keeping you around!"

  "One by one so listless, all day long sluggish and weak, how can you support a ordinary person to ascend to the position of master of the house? If you don't perk up your spirit, Nima will make you go back and eat a ton of it!"

  What's going on? The guards all shuddered and stood up straight. This stuff can boost your spirits, but you can't just eat it casually - a single fingernail's worth is enough to make a bear go blind for seven days and seven nights.

  Zhuo Wenti's loud roar echoed throughout the entire Zhuo family compound, causing the ground to shake. Non-stop bursts of coarse language.

  These guards had just been scolded by Zhuo Wentai on the way, and their ancestors eighteen generations were scolded by Zhuo Wentai. Not one of them had a good ending. He thought his anger had subsided. Unexpectedly, when he saw this precious grandson, it erupted again.

  The guards were very aggrieved, hanging their heads and thinking that if they hadn't gone out to find Zhuo Yifan the night before, they wouldn't have been dispersed and left unattended.

  "Hum! You few, just in the outer courtyard, each of you do a thousand... no! Ten thousand push-ups for me! Don't get up until you're done! All of you roll!" Seeing this group of people, Zhuo Wen Tian became angry, he punched the bed frame, making a hole, his anger surging.

  He was only away for a moment, and such a big thing happened. His own son is still in the blood prison, and his grandson is his last hope. It's also the future hope of the Zhuo family! He is the flower of the family, how can the flower be bullied so miserably!

  You think I'm easy to bully just because of my age? You really think you can beat me? I've been letting you win all along because you're my younger brother, but you're so arrogant, bullying my good grandson!

  Zhuo Wèn Tiān vented his anger completely on Zhuo Wèn Zhàn's body, this time a big fight is probably unavoidable.

  "Grandpa... I'm fine, it's just a minor scratch..." Zhuo Yifan comforted.

  Usually being ridiculed by others, Zhuo Wentai has been unbearable. This time the fight directly became the fuse of a big war, he knew that the relationship between these two old men was deep and fiery, and it would probably thoroughly erupt because of this matter!

  "It's just a flesh wound! Grandma's, isn't a flesh wound an injury? That old scoundrel, he called so many thugs..."

  Zhuo asked, his tiger eyes flashing with a hint of surprise: "This time, the group that came to beat you up seems to have only three or four people left alive, and they're all crippled. The rest... were also killed by you?"

  Zhuo Yifan smiled faintly and nodded slightly, neither confirming nor denying. He generally wouldn't kill people, but with his personality of "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth", if someone provoked him, he certainly wouldn't let it go!

  "Haha! Alright! Alright!"

  Zhuo Wenti's eyes suddenly rippled with waves, he grasped Zhuo Yifan's hand and searched around, that angry face suddenly broke into a joyful smile.

  "Good! You're indeed the grandson of Zhuo Wentai, to have achieved Body Refining Perfection so quickly! No wonder those good-for-nothings couldn't beat you, they were blind to your talent."

  Zhuo Wenti burst out laughing, filled with delight and joy. "Heavenly opportunity! Heavenly opportunity! This time the Blood Prison Gate has arrived, that Zhuo Fei is injured, and Zhuo Zhan must be frantic. Haha, Fan Er, this is an opportunity! A heaven-sent opportunity! This time the quota for the Blood Prison Gate, no one else but you!"

  Zhuo asked the heavens, but didn't care about Zhuo Yi's rapid progress in just a few short days. He only knew that his grandson had become even stronger! What kind of crappy spiritual quality was this? This was nothing, his own grandson was a genius among geniuses!

  "The quota for the Blood Prison's Gate has yet to be decided! Zhuo Wenti... you're thinking too highly of yourself, aren't you?"

  The grandfather and grandson were laughing when a very discordant sound came over.

  Boom! A powerful aura shot out from outside the door, all of which were aimed at Zhuo Yifan, as if to strike him down with a single blow.

  Hmph!

  In an instant, Zhuo Wentai sneered and a vast aura formed a solid light screen that blocked the power.

  He glared at the middle-aged man with a unibrow and slightly plump build, his anger bursting out.

  The only one who would dare to lay hands on his precious grandson at first sight is that old scoundrel Zhuo Wen Zhan!

  "Zhao Zhan! I was just about to come find you. You damn well better take a look at what you've done to my grandson!"

  Zhuo Wenti's words just enraged Zhuo Wentian, a surge of unyielding momentum burst out: "Zhuo Wenti! How dare you be so arrogant! You've beaten my Fei'er to this state and killed so many of my people. You must give me an explanation! Either hand over that little rabbit or cripple his cultivation, or let Zhuo Fei inherit the position of family head. Choose one for yourself!"

  "Ptoo!" Zhuo Qian Tian took a step forward, spitting stars almost killing him.

  "What the hell, old bastard! You dare to send someone to kill my precious grandson and you don't even mention it?! I haven't even asked for compensation yet! Let me tell you, I want the position of head of the household! And the quota for Blood Hell's Gate, I want that too!"

  He pointed at Zhuo Zhan, his furious anger could burn him to a crisp: "You old scoundrel, hand over the other half of the treasure immediately and then get out of my sight!"

  "You... you can't even think about it!"

  Zhuo Wen was shocked, and suddenly he was stunned: "Zhuo Tian, you treacherous old thing, actually still protecting this little beast! I made a pact with you that before the adult ceremony to select the family master position, no one can make a move!"

  "Huh? Little beast? Are you scolding me, old beast?"

  Zhuo Wen Tian shielded Zhuo Yi Fan behind him, "Zhuo Wen, you're pointing fingers and scolding! Are you out of your mind? Who's the one who broke their promise? You've gathered so many people to bully my grandson, some were injured, some died. Whose fault is this?"

  Two people were quarreling, and Zhuo Yifan couldn't get a word in edgewise. As the atmosphere grew more tense, Zhuo's eyes darted back and forth, flashing with a hint of evil intent, as he concocted a sinister plan in his mind, and at the same time, his demeanor suddenly became much more subdued.

  He smiled and nodded his head in a flattering manner, cupping one hand in the other as he asked Zhuo Wentai:

  "Hey, hey, big brother don't be angry... it's little brother's fault for being too abrupt. This whole thing is just a misunderstanding..."

  Zhuo Wenti's face was filled with rage, and he glared at this old cunning thing, "What a load of crap! Zhuo Wenti, what kind of evil are you plotting again?"

  "Hey big bro, don't get angry, let little bro tell you slowly..."

  Zhuo Wen's face was shrouded in gloom, as cunning as a fox. "Fei'er is no match for others, and I, your elder brother, have nothing to say. However, this time the 'Blood Prison Gate' came too suddenly. Do you think Yan... has the ability to enter the Blood Prison? This is simply a waste of resources..."

  "Hum! This is none of your business! Just hand over the other half of the treasure to me and that's it!" Zhāo Wèn Tiān refused to give in.

  The treasure in their mouths was actually a piece of Tian Di Ling Stone that could strengthen one's physique, originally intended to be used as an offering for the next entry into the Blood Prison Gate, in exchange for admission qualifications. However, the Zhuo family is now divided into two factions, and this spirit stone has also been split in half.

  So, in order to enter the Blood Hell Gate, offerings are very important. If it's just a half piece of spiritual stone, it won't be able to move the gate god at all.

  "Baoyu? That's easy!"

  Zhuo Wen nodded. He took out a half-moon-shaped stone from his bosom, with starlight twinkling on its surface, spiritual energy surging, and mysterious ancient patterns spreading all over it, shining brightly.

  This is the Ling Stone that has been split into two pieces. Zhuo Wen was afraid of it being stolen, so he always carried it with him at all times.

  "What kind of trickery are you up to?"

  Zhuo Wenti saw Zhuo Wentian's attitude take a 180-degree turn, and instead became suspicious.

  "As long as Zhuo Yifan can survive one round under my hands, if he goes to the Blood Prison, then I naturally have nothing to say."

  "What the hell are you talking about!" Zhuo asked Tian, suddenly shouting in surprise.

  "Well, there's nothing we can do about it then? Ah... what a pity, what a pity..."

  Zhuo Xun sneered at the cunning and treacherous old man, now Zhu Fei was injured and couldn't go to the Blood Hell Gate. He expected that Zhuo Xun Tian would not hand over his own grandson. The initiative was completely in his hands, seeing Zhuo Xun Tian's pale and trembling face, he felt a great sense of satisfaction.

  Zhuo Wen Tian's anger towards him made him feel more at ease. He was that kind of person, cunning and ruthless.

  At this moment, Zhuo Yifan suddenly jumped down from the bed with a flip, wearing only a pair of underwear, his dark skin, well-proportioned figure, and scars on his body added to his charm, exuding a faint sense of dominance.

  "I accept!"

  Zhuo Wen was just about to leave when a very faint but extremely shocking sound came from behind him.

  "Is that acceptable to you?"

  "Second Master's kindness this time, how can I not accept? But I'm afraid Second Master won't dare to agree to this wagered fight!"

  Zhuo Yifan's mouth curled up slightly, and a hint of evil intent flashed in his dark eyes.

  At these words, Zhuo Zhan's footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and a hint of sinister and danger flashed across Guo Zi Lao's face...