Chapter 114: The Hatred of Patricide and Wife Theft

At this moment, a subtle change stirred within Xiao Yang’s heart. He found himself contemplating whether he should just take on the robbers directly—after all, that was the quickest way to get money. Yet, reason soon reclaimed its throne in his mind, dispelling such reckless thoughts.

As a dignified traveler from another world, how could he stoop to such deeds? If anything, he would only act passively—waiting for opportunities to come to him, then seizing them. That way, even if he robbed others, it would be justified.

While he pondered, Wei Tianyang had already rushed over. Upon seeing Xiao Yang, he visibly paused for a moment.

“It’s you!”

But he quickly recovered.

“Fine. People like you probably have no backing anyway. Here’s a task: block that demon wolf for me.”

“What kind of creature do you think you are!” Zhen Zhuang couldn’t bear it any longer. To him, Xiao Yang was not only a powerful Martial King but also his savior. How could he allow someone to insult him like this?

Wei Tianyang had been holding in a storm of fury all day. Now, being humiliated by a martial artist, he could no longer contain himself. Two against one was no different before the demon wolf. He raised his hand, ready to strike a killing blow.

“Chatter, chatter, what a grand spectacle,” the demon wolf arrived at that moment, its sinister grin revealing it was eager to watch the show unfold. To hasten the entertainment, it fanned the flames further.

“Only two of you four will survive. How you choose is up to you.”

Almost simultaneously, a murderous gleam flashed in Wei Tianyang’s eyes. He took the demon wolf’s words as a glimmer of hope.

“Looks like luck isn’t on your side. I’ll deal with you myself.”

With that, he let go of the stunned Sun Xiaoya and advanced toward Xiao Yang and Zhen Zhuang.

Sun Xiaoya looked at her senior brother Tianyang with a strange unfamiliarity, a flicker of inner struggle crossing her eyes. Finally, she spoke up, blocking his path.

“Senior Brother! They are innocent. If it weren’t for us, they wouldn’t have fallen into this disaster.”

The thought of their fallen comrades brought tears she couldn’t hold back.

“Hahaha!” Wei Tianyang laughed wildly, shaking his head.

“Sister, you’re too young to understand the world’s cruelty. In a few years, you’ll realize that what I’m doing is right.”

He clenched his fist and swung toward Zhen Zhuang.

At that moment, a shadow flickered beside him, and Wei Tianyang’s fist was caught.

“Senior Brother, I don’t care anymore. I think we were wrong to bring disaster upon others.”

Sun Xiaoya wept openly.

“So please, Senior Brother, spare them.”

Wei Tianyang’s hand slowly lowered, hesitation clouding his eyes as he looked up at Sun Xiaoya.

Suddenly, he raised his hand sharply—slapping her hard.

“You stupid woman wanting to die? Don’t drag me down with you.”

The crisp slap echoed, and Sun Xiaoya was sent sprawling to the ground, a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth, disbelief etched deep in her eyes. The brother who once cared for her so tenderly had just struck her.

“You…” She pointed at Wei Tianyang, unable to speak further.

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