Chapter 77: Who isn't a chosen one?!

The old man's eyes widened, his once straight back hunched over.
He slowly lowered his head, looking at the dead Tang Jun.
This was his disciple! The disciple he had poured his heart and soul into training. Tang Jun had lived up to his expectations; his character was impeccable, his talent undeniable.
He only needed this much time to truly unleash his full potential.
And yet, he died here so inexplicably? Killed by his own hands?!
Tang Jun's wide eyes had lost their luster.
The old man spoke in a trembling voice, "Disciple, I know you died with your eyes open, filled with resentment, weren't you? Resentment towards these people!"
"Fine! Today, I will abandon my principles for you, bullying the weak? My reputation?"
"My disciple is dead, I no longer care about right or wrong! Today I will kill you all! To avenge my disciple!"
As he spoke, the old man's clothes fluttered wildly, moving even without wind!
A powerful aura filled the room; the ceiling lights rattled as if they might fall at any moment, and cracks appeared in the floor beneath the old man's feet.
"Can't take a joke?"
Fang Chang looked at the old man with an expression that said, "You're being unreasonable! Revenge, huh? You killed your own disciple, what revenge are you seeking? If you wanted revenge, shouldn't you have committed suicide?"
"You even want to kill us all? You old bastard, you're a real piece of work!"
"Shut up!"
The old man stood up, his gaze fixed intently on Fang Chang, his face chilling. "It's you! I just said I'd have my disciple make a ten-year duel with you, a duel to the death, left to fate."
"But you disagreed. Since that's the case, don't blame me for bullying the weak!"
Hearing this, Fang Chang was amused. "Does it matter whether I agree or disagree? I haven't even said I've changed my mind and agreed to the duel, and you've already killed your disciple."
"Now you're putting all the blame on me? You can't be like this."
"Aaaaaah!"
The veins on the old man's forehead bulged, his killing intent intensifying.
*Whoosh! Whoosh!*
Two sharp sounds rang out simultaneously. Fang Fan and Ye Xiang had already positioned themselves in front of Fang Chang, coldly staring at the old man before them.
They could sense from the old man's aura that this person was definitely a master, the kind they couldn't defeat even if they joined forces.
But so what?
Were they just going to watch Fang Chang be killed because they couldn't win?
Both Fang Fan and Ye Xiang were prepared to fight to the death.
Chu Changfeng, standing at the door, didn't act impulsively like the two. Instead, he took out his phone and dialed an emergency number.
After the call connected, he didn't say anything, casually putting the phone in his pocket.
This was the pre-arranged signal with his people. No need to say there was danger; just dial this number, and they would track him down immediately!
"Very well, very well..."
Seeing Fang Fan and Ye Xiang standing in front of him, the old man narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "I didn't expect that you two, people destined for greatness, would actually stand in front of someone like this. My disciple is just like you, why should he die?!"
"I'll make you two pay with your lives!"
"Heh..."
Hearing the old man's words, Ye Xiang sneered, "Your apprentice died because of his poor character and inferior skills. What's there to say?"
"Don't compare us to your apprentice; it disgusts me."
Fang Fan also stared intently at the old man. Although he didn't speak, his expression said it all.
"Inferior skills?"
Boom!!!
The old man's aura erupted once more, and cracks in the floor beneath his feet began to spread towards the walls. Soon, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on three walls.
The huge French window shattered with a bang.
Ye Xiang felt the threat of death.
As a fortune teller, he was extremely sensitive to the threat of death, but he felt no fear whatsoever; instead, a surge of patriotic fervor welled up within him.
What was there to fear in dying for a friend?
"It has nothing to do with them!"
Just then, a detached voice rang out.
Immediately afterward, Fang Chang stepped forward, shielding Fang Fan and Ye Xiang behind him.
"Fang Chang!"
Ye Xiang and Fang Fan were shocked. They knew that although Fang Chang possessed some ancient martial arts skills, he was still very weak. The old man could easily kill him with a casual move.
"Don't worry about me."
Fang Chang turned to the two men, said this, and then faced the old man again.
"Since you want to place your guilt for killing your disciple on one person, then come at me. It has nothing to do with them. Let them leave."
Hearing this, not only were Fang Fan and Ye Xiang moved, but the twin sisters Su Wanqiu and Su Wanxia also clenched their hands, their faces filled with gratitude.
Faced with mortal danger, they resolutely stood in front of everyone.
That figure seemed incredibly tall to them!
Tang Jun had previously said Fang Chang was a bad person? Now it seemed that Tang Jun was the worst person, and Fang Chang… he was their savior!
Fang Chang stared indifferently at the old man, his posture upright and unwavering, completely unmoved by the old man's powerful aura.
"Heh..."
The old man chuckled. "You think that by saying that, I'll think you're brave and let them go? You said it yourself, letting the enemy go is just asking for trouble."
"So today, none of you are leaving!"
"Hmm?"
Fang Chang frowned, puzzled. "You really are a two-armed dog, only listening to what you want to hear, right? Why didn't you listen when I said you killed your disciple?"
"Enough nonsense!"
Upon hearing Fang Chang's words, the old man's pupils constricted, and he roared, "Today I'm going to kill you all! You were protecting them, weren't you? Then I'll let them die in front of you first!"
"Let you experience the pain of losing loved ones!!!"
Crack!
The old man stomped down, shattering all the surrounding paving stones.
Just as he was about to rush forward and kill Fang Fan and Ye Xiang, two more old men appeared with the arrival of two sharp gusts of wind.
One of them was none other than Elder Wu, the one who had led Fang Chang onto the path of ancient martial arts, and also Fang Fan's master.
The other man, though his identity was unknown, possessed the same aura as Ye Xiang, making him undoubtedly Ye Xiang's master—a fortune teller.
Seeing the two appear, Fang Chang breathed a sigh of relief.
Damn it! I was almost scared to death!
Thank goodness these two came!
The reason Fang Chang had stood in front of them earlier was to buy time.
Tang Jun managed to escape death by a hair's breadth, with an old man appearing. What difference is there between Fang Fan and Ye Xiang?
Who isn't a chosen one?!
Chu Changfeng stared at the two suddenly appearing old men, utterly exasperated.
It seemed these suddenly appearing powerful figures had simply darted past him, leaving him no time to react.
He was a toilet! Whoever wanted to go in could go in!