Chapter 1580: Outmatched

thers. It's you who took things too far."Mingming took all the wealth of our Ouyang family and would rather donate 20 million than give us a single penny. Now we can only take back what belongs to us....In the hall of Xuanyuan Pavilion, Huo Dongping sat at the tea table, leisurely sipping fragrant tea.

Master Situ Changkong paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, a look of anxiety on his face.

He was genuinely very nervous right now. After all, Huo Jian was a member of the Sky Palace and also the grandson of Huo Dongping.

He is now worried that Ye Bufan might be too heavy-handed and injure the other party. Then, this matter will be difficult to handle.

"Sishu, my brother, there's nothing to worry about. Come sit down and have a cup of tea."

He Dongping remained calm and composed, a sense of tranquility in his expression. He picked up a teacup and poured one for Situ Changkong.

"Don't worry, I know that Xiaojian. He knows his limits and wouldn't really kill Ye Bufan."

Although martial artists rarely aim to seriously injure, causing pain and damage is sometimes unavoidable. But this isn't anyone else's fault; it's simply a consequence of their inadequate skill.

He had absolute confidence in his grandson. How could a martial saint not be able to solve a young man

But how could he know, Situ Changkong was worried about the opposite—he feared Ye Bufan would hurt his grandson Huo Jian.

Anduo Quan naturally knew what his old friend was worried about, and said, "Palace Master Huo, what if Xiao Jian gets hurt"

Huo Dongping was taken aback at first, then frowned slightly, and said with displeasure: "How is this possible My grandson is a young martial saint, how could he lose!"

Ando Quan said again, "I'm just saying, hypothetically, what if your grandson lost"

Ho Dongping said: "Not to mention that Xiao Jian is impossible to lose, even if he loses, it can't be blamed on others. If he is really defeated, he can only blame himself for not learning well enough."

Having worked together for many years, Situ Changkong naturally knew what An Daoquan meant. He followed up and said, "Really That's really great. I was worried that if Xiajian got injured, you would still go looking for someone to settle the score."

"Are you kidding me That's impossible!"

"What kind of person would I be, the deputy palace master of the heavens, a strong cultivator at the imperial realm, to go after a junior for retribution That wouldn't be embarrassing enough."

Huo Dongping waved his hand dismissively, radiating confidence in his grandson. “Let me be clear: if Xiaojian truly loses, I won’t blame anyone else. Instead, I’ll punish him severely. He can only blame himself for not honing his skills.”

Ando Quan and Situ Changkong both raised their thumbs in unison: "Lord Huo is indeed magnanimous!"

"Of course, I've lived so long, I have that much capacity!"

In fact, Huo Dongping is an extremely protective person. The reason he speaks so eloquently is because he believes his grandson will definitely not lose.

And just then, there was a splash from the courtyard, followed by a figure scrambling in from outside, looking disheveled.

Huo Jian sped all the way, finally making it back to Xuanyuan Pavilion. As soon as he entered, he could no longer hold on and spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Who are you"

Sithu Changkong didn't recognize the person at first, and it wasn't his fault. The difference was too great.

When Huo Jian left, he was so dashing. Dressed in white, holding a paper fan, with a sword on his back, he resembled a suave and gallant young hero.

Now the fan is lost, the sword is broken, the white robe has turned into a black one, still tattered and torn, and his face has been beaten to a pig's head with blood dripping from his mouth, completely unrecognizable.

Not even he, nor the nearby Huo Dongping, recognized him as their grandson at first glance.

"Grandpa, it's me, Xiao Jian."

Seeing Huo Dongping standing there motionless, Huo Jian couldn't help but shout loudly.

"What Are you Xiaojian"

Seeing this pitiful man before him, he was his own grandson, Huo Dongping was first shocked, then furious.

"Tell grandpa who did this to you I'm going to get revenge!"

Beside Si Tu Chang Kong, the two men also felt a sinking feeling in their hearts. They had imagined how Ye Bufan would treat Huo Jian before, but they never expected him to be beaten like this. It was truly pitiful.

"Grandfather, you must make the decision for me! You must kill that brat Ye Bufan!"

Seeing Huo Dongping, Huo Jian's heart was filled with grievance and he burst into tears.

It's no wonder he's so distraught. He's never faced any setbacks in his life, always growing up like a pampered flower in a greenhouse.

In the Heavenly Palace, one has always been above everyone else, enjoying the love and adoration of thousands. When had they ever suffered such humiliation

"Damn it, you dare to insult my grandson! I'm going to kill him right now!"

Extremely angry, Huo Dongping took a step to leave, but was stopped by Situ Changkong and An Daoquan who were prepared beforehand.

"Brother, what's your status You're the deputy palace master of the Sky Palace, a powerful figure in the Imperial Realm. Why would you go after a junior to settle a score Isn't that beneath you..."

"That's right, Master Huo. It is inevitable for martial artists to get injured during sparring. You just said that it's not someone else's fault, but only your own lack of skill..."

“I…”

Huo Dongping's old face flushed red, the color of a pig liver. The hardest thing in the world to refute is what one has said oneself. Even with anger burning in his chest, he was speechless and unable to respond.

He stopped in his tracks, his face grim as he said, “It seems you all knew my grandson was destined to lose”

Sima Changkong nodded. "It was within expectations."

Hu Dongping immediately became furious: “Why didn't you warn me first Letting Xiao Jian be beaten like this”

Si Tu Chang Kong said with an innocent face, “Brother, you’re blaming me wrongly. In the Heavenly Palace, I was always saying that Xiao Fan is a very capable child, but you didn't listen at all, and wouldn't let me finish my words.”

"After I came back, I also told Xiaojian not to go there, let alone fight. But you guys didn't listen."

"I..."

He Dongping opened his mouth wide, but couldn't say a word.

People did warn him many times, but he was blindly confident in his grandson and didn't listen at all.

Faced with no other option, he let out a cold snort and turned back, addressing Huo Jian: "What's going on here How did you do it"

Even now, he couldn't understand how his carefully cultivated grandson, a powerful Martial Saint-ranked warrior, could lose to a mere mortal.

"Grandpa, this isn't my fault. It was that despicable Ye Bufan who set me up. He knew I was coming and had already prepared his experts to lay a trap for me."

"A dozen or so powerful warriors attacked me. Although I am a martial saint, two fists can't beat four hands after all. In the end, I was injured like this."

In order to save face, Huo Jian blurted out all the excuses he had thought of along the way.

Sītú Chángkōng and ndào Quán shook their heads repeatedly, not believing a single word he said.

They had seen Ye Bufan's cultivation with their own eyes. Even Fei Qing, a martial saint at the late stage, was crippled. Moreover, this was just a young man who had just stepped into the early stage of the Martial Saint. I'm afraid Ye Tian could kill him with a casual slap, so there was no need to find someone to help, let alone design any traps.

They didn't believe it, but that didn't mean Huo Dongping didn't. The old man believed everything his grandson said.

"Despicable, shameless! To dare do such a thing to my grandson and treat us in the Heavenly Palace with such contempt"

Ho Dongping said angrily, "Let's go, and we'll seek justice now."

After he finished speaking, he pulled up Huo Jian, and the two of them were about to go out. Situ Changkong hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Big brother, you are the deputy palace master of Tiangong, a powerful emperor realm expert."

It's really not appropriate to find someone younger this way and confront them. It wouldn't look good for your reputation if word got out.that side."Damn it, you're the one who did this!"Hearing this news, Feng Xingkong could no longer control the anger in his heart. He slapped Feng Tianxiang across the face with a resounding slap.As an...