In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

Chapter 861 Wrathful Spear

A cold glint gradually magnified in his pupils, and the spear tip, imbued with true energy, aimed straight for his brow.

The old monster instinctively wanted to retreat and dodge, but his body was already decayed, and his speed was obviously far inferior to Tian Yu, who was at his peak. At this moment, the old monster felt utterly desperate.

Fortunately, just as the spear tip was about to pierce his brow, another old monster swiftly kicked out, forcefully changing the trajectory of the spear and causing it to veer to the left, grazing past the old monster's left ear.

A strand of hair drifted down slowly. The old monster, who had narrowly escaped death, retreated with lingering fear, increasing the distance between himself and Tian Yu.

Another old monster, who had kicked away the spear, retreated while saying, "This place is not safe to stay any longer; we must leave as soon as possible!"

The old monsters with their exceptional hearing had already heard the chaotic footsteps outside the tent. Because of Tian Yu's protection, they could no longer kill Yang Zheng. Meanwhile, the Yang family army soldiers outside the tent were almost there. If they continued to fight, they would surely be surrounded and die under the combined attack of Tian Yu and the Yang family army soldiers.

"hateful!"

Enraged, Lu Yingjie slapped Yang Zheng away. Knowing that the situation was hopeless, he dared not linger and turned to leave!

The other four old monsters made the same choice as Lu Yingjie, leaving the camp without looking back.

"Want to escape?"

Tian Yu clearly wasn't going to let them escape so easily. He gripped his spear tightly, shot forward, and thrust it with all his might at the old monster who was at the very back!

"Damn it!"

The old monster had to dodge to the side to avoid Tian Yu's attack, but because of this, he lost his last chance to escape!

Tian Yu swept his spear horizontally, the hundreds of pounds of spear sending the old monster flying.

"puff!"

The old monster, crashing to the ground, spat out blood, his eyes filled with despair. The moment Tian Yu stopped him, the other four had already vanished from the tent, meaning…

Now he was the only one left in the tent!

Even with four people ganging up on Tian Yu, they were no match for him. How could he possibly escape from Tian Yu's clutches by himself?

Tian Yu did not give the old monster much chance to struggle. Thinking of the children who died because of the Lu family's longevity pills, and the countless people who starved to death because of the Lu family, Tian Yu's chest was filled with anger. His spear, carrying Tian Yu's anger, was used to stab, sweep, or smash at the old monster.

In just a few breaths, the old monster was beaten to death by Tian Yu.

Looking at the old monster's lifeless corpse, Yang Zheng walked to Tian Yu's side and said regretfully, "It's a pity we couldn't save them all."

Yang Zheng's disgust for these old monsters from the Lu family was no less than Tian Yu's. In his opinion, these old monsters who relied on the Longevity Pill to survive all deserved to die!

"It doesn't matter!"

Tian Yu calmed his anger and said indifferently, "Even if they escape with their lives today, I will personally take their heads once the Lu family manor is breached!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Zheng nodded slightly and stepped out of the tent.

But then they saw that scattered lights had already appeared outside the tent, and a large number of Yang family soldiers who had noticed the commotion were gathering towards the tent.

One of the first officers to arrive sized up Yang Zheng. Seeing that Yang Zheng was in a sorry state but out of danger, he breathed a sigh of relief and knelt down on one knee to apologize, saying, "Your subordinate is late in coming to your rescue. Please forgive me, Commander Yang!"

"Please forgive me, Marshal Yang!"

The other soldiers who accompanied him also knelt down and begged for forgiveness!

Seeing this, Yang Zheng waved his hand and said, "This matter has nothing to do with you, all of you, get up!"

After saying this, Yang Zheng looked at the corpse lying on the ground outside the tent and felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Those guarding outside the main tent were his personal guards. The reason why personal guards are called "personal guards" is because they are often no different from the general's relatives!

Yang Zheng was naturally devastated by the murder of his "relatives." He knelt down, gently smoothed the still-open eyes of his personal guards, and said in a sorrowful voice, "Give them a proper burial, and make sure the compensation money is delivered to their families."

"Yes!"

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Inside the hall of the Lu Family Manor, although it was late at night, Lu Shengyan was not asleep. Instead, he paced back and forth in the hall, looking worried.

Besides Lu Shengyan, the Lu family elders gathered in the hall also had furrowed brows.

"I wonder if our ancestors were able to succeed."

An elder muttered to himself, "Today is the day when the clan's ancestors will assassinate Yang Zheng. They have gathered here to await good news from the ancestors."

"That Yang Zheng is only a third-rank martial artist. There is absolutely no way the ancestors could fail in their attack!"

Another elder spoke with great confidence, but his anxious expression revealed that he was not as calm as he appeared.

Although the ancestors were all at the peak of the first rank, the one they wanted to assassinate was Yang Zheng, who commanded tens of thousands of troops. To assassinate Yang Zheng under the protection of tens of thousands of troops was obviously not an easy task.

"That's right! With the ancestors taking action, there's absolutely no possibility of failure. That cowherd Yang Zheng must already be beheaded by now!"

"With Yang Zheng dead, the army outside the city will surely collapse. At that time, the crisis facing our clan will be easily resolved, and all the lost lands of Youzhou can be reclaimed!"

"With the elders intervening, that lowly cowherd is doomed!"

"..."

Everyone spoke up, seemingly to comfort themselves, and also seemingly to show their faith in the clan's ancestor.

In short, they believed that Yang Zheng must have died by now, and the army stationed outside the city might have fallen into chaos.

Lu Shengyan seemed to have completely ignored everyone's comments, pacing back and forth in the hall with an anxious expression.

Finally, footsteps were heard outside the hall, and then Lu Yingjie and his three companions, their expressions gloomy, entered the hall.

"Finally home!"

The elders were overjoyed to see Lu Yingjie and his three companions return.

Lu Shengyan also quickly went to greet Lu Yingjie, and said happily, "Ancestor Yingjie, you've finally returned!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Shengyan saw Lu Yingjie's blood-soaked right hand, his pupils constricted, and he exclaimed in astonishment, "Ancestor Yingjie, your hand..."

Lu Yingjie glanced at his right palm, which had turned completely red, and said in a deep voice, "We have failed!"

"what?!"

The crowd gasped in disbelief, their joy vanishing instantly. They stood up abruptly, their eyes filled with disbelief as they looked at Lu Yingjie and his companions.

"How is this possible? With all five patriarchs attacking together, how could they possibly fail?"

"That Yang Zheng is only a third-rank cultivator, how could he possibly withstand five patriarchs?"

"How could this be?"

"..."