Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

"Old man, come and grill the fire!" Feng Yimo gave way to the old man near the temple door and said.    

"Thank you, Guy!" The old man cupped his hands and thanked Guy. He pulled his grandson to the bonfire and sat down. He looked at Feng Yimo and asked, "Is Guy alone in the wilderness?"    

Feng Yimo smiled and nodded. "Yes, I'm used to being alone."    

The old man was about seventy years old. Half of his hair was white and his face was dark. It seemed like he was not in good health. The little boy was dressed like jade. He looked handsome. He looked at Feng Yimo with his big, shiny black eyes. He was not afraid of being born.    

The coachman took some things from the carriage and carried them to the temple. The coachman cleaned out a clean piece of the ground and laid out the animal skin. Then he came over to help the old man.    

Feng Yimo noticed that the old man was staggering. He was out of breath after a few steps. He could not help shaking his head in secret. The old man did not have much time left.    

The little boy did not follow the old man. Instead, he took a piece of wood and threw it into the bonfire, stirring up sparks. The little boy chuckled. He was very happy.    

The old man sat on the beast skin and looked at his grandson. His face was full of reluctance and sorrow. He pointed at his grandson and said to the driver, "Qu San, bring the young master here."    

"Yes, Master!" The coachman replied and came over to carry the little boy to the old man. The old man held the boy in his arms lovingly and did not speak. He just kept looking at his grandson as if he could not see enough no matter how he looked at him.    

The coachman opened the bag. Inside were several roasted chicken, pig's feet, and some bread. He tore off a chicken leg and handed it to the little boy. The little boy took it and passed it to the old man's mouth. He said crisply: "Grandpa, eat!"    

The old man's eyes were full of tears. "Mo, be good. Grandpa is not hungry. Eat first."    

The little boy then took a big bite of the chicken leg.    

Although they were more than twenty feet away, Feng Yimo still heard their conversation. It reminded him of his grandfather, who also called him Mo. He did not expect to meet someone with the same name as him in the broken temple. It was a kind of fate. He wondered how his grandfather and the others were doing. Were they still in Maple Leaf Town?    

While he was in a daze, Qu San poured a bowl of wine and came over with a roast chicken. "This Guy, our master asked me to bring him here. Thank you for giving us a shelter from the rain!"    

Feng Yimo nodded and did not decline. He took the roast chicken and the wine bowl and started to eat and drink.    

The two of them were tired and soon fell asleep. Outside, the rain fell on the roof of the temple. There was a crackling sound. Every now and then, there would be a clap of thunder. The little boy was so scared that he kept crawling into the old man's arms.    

Feng Yimo did not sleep. He kept watch over the bonfire to keep it burning. This way, the temple hall would not be cold.    

Che Fu Qu San looked at Feng Yimo in surprise. He leaned against the old man and half-slept. He did not take off his wet clothes.    

When the time came, it was raining less outside. However, Feng Yimo still heard the sound of horse hooves in the sparse rain. The Divine Sense quietly stretched out and the eighteen riders galloped over. They were heading towards their own temple!    

Feng Yimo sneered coldly in his heart. Sure enough, it was the killing of enemies in the Pugilistic World. What exactly did an old man and a child do to actually make eighteen secular experts raid the night and eliminate the roots!    

Dadadada!    

The horse's hooves hit the ground, causing countless water splashes. They came from far away and shook the roof of the temple, causing the dust to fall. The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes turned from confusion to anger. He turned to Qu San and asked in a stern voice, "Qu San, I admit that I have treated you well. Why did I betray you?"    

Qu San rolls over, With one knee on the ground, he kowtowed three times. "Master, you have saved Qu San's life. Qu San won't be able to repay you even if he dies. However, they captured my wife and son. If I don't agree, my wife and son won't be able to live! Don't worry. When I save my wife and son, I will definitely avenge you and the young master. Then, I will kill myself and accompany Master!"    

"You..." The old man pointed his trembling finger at Qu San. In the end, he sighed and waved his hand. "Forget it, you can leave. Tell them that Guy is innocent. Don't hurt him."    

Boom!    

The broken wall collapsed under the impact of the horses. The eighteen riders had already rushed into the yard. The young boy was so scared that he started crying.    

The old man stood up shakily. His eyes were sparkling as he looked at the leader of the eighteen riders. He said in a clear voice, "The Life-Reaping Tiger, Second Master Chang, has actually personally come out. This old man feels deeply honored!"    

The man laughed and took off his bamboo hat, revealing his fierce-looking face. He lightly tilted his leg and jumped off the horse's back. His movements were smooth and elegant, but he was a martial arts expert from the secular world!    

"Village Chief Peng, how have you been? Our big brother wants to treat Old Village Chief Peng to a drink. Who knew that Old Village Chief Peng would not give him face and leave without saying goodbye. Big Brother can only order me to chase after you overnight. Fortunately, I didn't miss it. It's all thanks to the three Qu brothers!" Second Master Chang said.    

Qu San's face was flushed red with embarrassment. He clenched his fists tightly and the veins on his forehead bulged. In the end, he helplessly sighed and retreated ten feet away from the temple hall.    

The other seventeen riders dismounted from their horses. Their movements were uniform, and they were clearly well-trained. They walked towards the temple hall in an imposing manner.    

Feng Yimo continued to roast the roasted chicken on the fire. As he ate, he smacked his lips and said, "It smells so good. It's so delicious!"    

When Second Master Chang saw Feng Yimo, he was slightly stunned. He turned his head and looked at Qu San. Why was there an outsider? Qu San shook his head, indicating that he wasn't with the old chief.    

"Kid, if you want to live, get out of here!" Second Master Chang shouted at Feng Yimo.    

"Wait a minute. Every injustice has its debtor. This Guy is not related to this old man. Second Master Chang, don't make things difficult for him! Come, come, let this old man experience the Life-Reaping Tiger's Thirteen Moves!" The old man placed his grandson on the beast skin. With a step, he leaped forward with one hand. His movements were also very swift, but his lower body was light and light, appearing extremely unstable.    

Second Master Chang snorted coldly," Old thing, you just care about yourself, do you still have the mind to care about others? Seventeen, kill him!" With that said, he leapt up and threw himself at the old man. His fists shot out and actually stirred up a trace of rain within, his aura ferocious!    

The young man who was ranked last among the seventeen walked towards Feng Yimo with a cold face. He drew his saber and did not say anything. He looked at Feng Yimo with a gloomy expression, as if Feng Yimo was already dead.    

Feng Yimo sighed. Whether it was the Cultivation World or the secular world, there were plenty of arrogant people everywhere. Without raising his head, the remaining chicken bone in his hand flew out with a swoosh, striking the young man's face.    

The young man was shocked. It turned out that this person was a hidden expert. Just as he was about to jump and dodge, he suddenly realized that his entire body could not move. It was as if he was frozen. He could not even make a sound. His eyes were filled with shock and his mouth was wide open. The chicken bone flew into his mouth and flew out from the back of his head with snow-white brain matter. Then, he fell straight down with his arm still holding the knife forward.