Duanmu Wugou at this moment felt a tremendous fear towards Yang Fei. Seeing Yang Fei's cold gaze fixated on him, his heart trembled, and he shivered, saying, "You... you may ask."

Yang Fei said, "Today Sect Master Zhao and those who forced my mother to her death at the Duanmu family back then are all here. I want to clarify how exactly my mother died back then, and I want you to explain this to me clearly."

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Wugou's expression changed, and he said, "Didn't I tell you before? Your mother was driven to death by them. At that time, the seven great aristocratic families gathered at the Duanmu family, and we really didn't have the ability to protect her."

Zhao Wannian snorted coldly, "Duanmu Wugou, we're all here, and you're still blatantly lying. Heh, think carefully again about what really happened."

Duanmu Wugou's expression slightly changed.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Yang Fei, although your mother's death can't be separated from them, but... but she did indeed commit suicide, so..."

Yang Fei interrupted with a shout, "Let me ask you, my mother was in her twenties at that time, in the prime of her youth; why would she seek death? Was it related to my father's death? How did my father die?"

A touch of panic appeared on Duanmu Wugou's face.

Yang Fei's gaze sharpened, noticing the panic in Duanmu Wugou's expression, his murderous intent flashed, "Was it your Duanmu family that forced my father to death, causing my mother to be heartbroken and her vital artery damaged, thus inclining her towards seeking death? Coincidentally, the seven factions came to impose, and your Duanmu family didn't even have the courage to protect your own clansmen, and hence she ultimately chose suicide?"

A trace of dread flashed in Duanmu Wugou's eyes, and he lowered his head.

Zhao Wannian said, "You're right, that was likely the situation at that time, so for your mother's death, the biggest responsibility lies with the Duanmu family. They felt ashamed that Duanmu Qing casually found a man in the secular world and even had a child out of wedlock, thus defaming the Duanmu family. Therefore, they were ruthless towards your father and killed him.

Moreover, those old bastards of the Duanmu family had no good intentions, attempting to learn the Taoist Martial Arts inheritance from your mother; presumably, your mother saw through their faces, became thoroughly disheartened, and hence chose the path of suicide."

Although Yang Fei had never seen his mother, upon hearing Zhao Wannian's words, he could imagine how desperate and heartbroken his mother was in such a situation back then.

Back then, when he was seriously injured and near death, he felt the affection of Tong Yunshu and Qin Yanyang towards him.

One could say, if not for the hope of rescue, the two women would have been equally heartbroken, wishing to follow him in death.

For a person who loves deeply to die for love is not just talk.

So his mother's suicide perhaps had a premonition starting from the day his father was harmed by the Duanmu family.

Yang Fei felt stifled, extremely uncomfortable, and he glared at Duanmu Wugou sternly, "I'm asking you, was my father killed by someone from your Duanmu family?"

Facing Yang Fei's sharp eyes, Duanmu Wugou was truly panicked and terrified inside, but as an old man of one hundred and forty or fifty years, once a top expert of the Hidden Sect World, he still had some dignity.

Moreover, in his eyes, the blood of the Duanmu family also flowed through Yang Fei's veins, and he should rightly call him ancestor, yet now he treated him like this in front of so many people, making him instantly furious, "Back then your mother was shameless enough to secretly run off and privately pledge herself to a secular world boy, already violating the family ancestral rules, and your father dared to seduce the Duanmu family's Heavenly Pride Girl, he deserved to die."

Yang Fei's eyes were as sharp as knives, confirming again, "So, my father indeed died at your hands? And when my mother was being forced, for the sake of self-preservation, your Duanmu family didn't help her, but instead wanted her to divulge the Taoist inheritance, right?"

"So what if it is? We were not wrong, it was your mother who was wrong, it was your damned father who destroyed your mother's great future, and ultimately got her killed. He deserved it." Duanmu Wugou said loudly.

"The person deserving death is an old unkillable villain like you!"

A powerful murderous intent erupted from Yang Fei.

Duanmu Wugou stood up proudly, looking at Yang Fei and said, "I've lived long enough already, who in this world can escape death? Dying at your hands today isn't unjust, go ahead."

Duanmu Lingfeng panicked and shouted, "Yang Fei, don't be impulsive, no matter what, we're family."

"Screw your family."

Yang Fei's eyes flashed with cold light, and he rushed forward, punching towards Duanmu Wugou's chest.

Although Duanmu Wugou had a wish to die, he wouldn't surrender without a fight and resisted with all his strength.

However, even without using the Instant Teleportation Divine Power or the Soul Binding Rope, just a simple punch was something Duanmu Wugou couldn't withstand from Yang Fei this time.

The punch broke the sound barrier, and as the sonic boom echoed, Yang Fei's fist landed on Duanmu Wugou's hastily blocking arms.

The sound of bone breaking followed.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of old blood spewed from Duanmu Wugou's mouth, and the light in his pupils quickly turned from immense terror to dimness, life rapidly fading away.

His body seemed to have been hit by a truck, flying backward and landing on the ground over ten meters away. After twitching a few times, he moved no more.

The once top expert of the Hidden Sect was thus killed by a single punch from Yang Fei.

"Ancestor!"

Duanmu Lingfeng turned pale with fright, hurriedly rushing over and cradling Duanmu Wugou's corpse.

However, no matter how much he shook him, this time Duanmu Wugou was completely dead.

His chest cavity had been blown apart, broken ribs protruding from his back, drenched in blood.

The scene was silent.

Everyone witnessed Yang Fei's terrifying combat power.

Proud as Wang Chunyang was, his heart was utterly in despair at this moment.

This young man was so young, yet his cultivation realm advanced so rapidly that he feared he could never catch up in his lifetime.

Helian Zhan, Ouyang He, and Zhao Wannian were all equally terrified inside.

Whether it was the methods Yang Fei displayed before or the cultivation realm he realistically exhibited now, they felt the need to re-evaluate Yang Fei anew.

As strong as Helian Zhan was, at this moment, he felt a sense of inexplicable despair, feeling that in the face of this young man, he feared he had no chance of victory.

Especially with that silver-white long whip in his hand, it was too strange, seemingly able to draw out a person's Divine Soul.

What on earth happened to this young man during this time?

After killing Duanmu Wugou with a single punch, the hatred and resentment in Yang Fei's heart dissipated significantly.

He took a deep breath, suppressing all dissatisfaction within him, and looked at everyone, saying, "From now on, my parents' matters end here, vanishing like smoke. I will no longer concern myself with this issue. As for you all, since you're here today, I'll give you two choices. First, you follow me, and I will lead you on the true path of cultivation, but you must offer absolute loyalty and sincerity, progressing together and uniting as one. Second, you leave now, do not follow me, and in the future, whether you encounter me as friend or foe is your decision."

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