"No, please!"

Before Tang Ming could speak, Mu Zixin hurriedly shouted, "Master Gonggong, no matter what, the Mu Family is my family, they have raised me, please, please, don’t kill them."

"Master Gonggong?"

The old madman froze for a moment, looking at Mu Zixin with a strange expression, "That’s an interesting title."

"I..."

Mu Zixin’s cheeks reddened slightly, "You are Tang Ming’s master, a teacher for a day is like a father for life, naturally that makes you my Gonggong."

"Not bad, not bad, I like this little girl."

The old madman nodded repeatedly.

"Master, let’s forget it, anyway, Xinxin and I are fine, as long as we can leave here safely, that’s enough."

Tang Ming didn’t want to make things too bloody; he had already killed many people, making the Mu Family pay the price.

"Leaving just like this, wouldn’t that be too easy?"

The old madman curled his lips and looked up at Mu Shanhe, "Since everything started because my disciple and this little girl are together, the Mu Family will hold a wedding for them tomorrow, is that okay?"

"No, no problem, we will definitely organize the wedding to your satisfaction."

Mu Shanhe breathed a sigh of relief and quickly nodded in agreement.

"Then it’s settled, the Ma Family should remember to attend the wedding tomorrow, and remember to prepare a gift."

The old madman nodded contentedly, turning his head to shout at the Ma Family.

"Understood, then I will take my leave first."

Ma Xiaotian looked uncertainly at the old madman.

"Go ahead."

The old madman waved his hand impatiently.

"Father, what should we do with these people?"

Ma Longjun glanced uncertainly at the unconscious people around them.

"They will naturally leave when they wake up, don’t worry about them, let’s go quickly."

Ma Xiaotian whispered a reminder, turning to walk away.

"Master, what should we do?"

Sun Zhuangjia got up from the ground, confusedly asking the old madman.

"Of course we’re staying at the Mu Family."

The old madman looked at Mu Shanhe, "The Mu Family should have guest rooms for important visitors, right?"

"We do, we do, you are welcome to stay at Mu Mansion."

Mu Shanhe nodded repeatedly, immediately instructing someone to prepare the rooms, then made a pleasing gesture of invitation.

"Hum!"

At this moment, a wave of energy suddenly emanated from the direction where the Ma Family father and son had left.

"Hmm?"

Everyone looked up in confusion, unsure of what was happening again.

"Help!"

A moment later, they saw Ma Xiaotian running over in terror, carrying the unconscious Ma Longjun, blood at the corners of his mouth, clearly injured.

"What’s going on?"

Everyone was stunned.

"Tang Ming, are you dead or not?"

A figure floated behind the Ma Family father and son, like a ghostly specter.

"Ghost!"

Some timid people screamed directly.

"Xiaoli?"

Tang Ming and Mu Zixin were utterly bewildered, the floating figure in the air was Li Xiaoli.

"Save me, save me!"

Ma Xiaotian called out miserably while running, "Godmother, look carefully, we really didn’t do anything to Tang Ming, he’s perfectly fine over there."

Just as he and Ma Longjun left the scene, their stomachs full of grievances, they cursed Tang Ming while walking, and then that woman jumped out, and without a word started attacking them. The most pathetic thing was that even when they teamed up, they couldn’t defeat the girl, Ma Longjun was instantly defeated with one move, and Ma Xiaotian fled in a mess after exchanging a few blows.

"Damn it, isn’t this girl the one by your side with big breasts? Why is she so fierce?"

Sun Zhuangjia swallowed hard, incredulously looking at Tang Ming.

"Haha."

Tang Ming awkwardly laughed, knowing this was Li Xiaoli after a mutation, but such a thing couldn’t be explained.

"Senior, save me!"

Ma Xiaotian crawled to the old madman, genuinely frightened this time.

"Xiaoli, stop, I’m fine now."

Tang Ming quickly called to stop her, introducing softly, "This is our Sect’s master, the old madman."

"What do you mean by our Sect?"

The old madman furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Hmm?"

Li Xiaoli landed on the ground and stood in front of the old madman, scrutinizing him closely.

"Little girl has good power, capable of flying through the air, seems to be even..."

The old madman commented with a smile towards Li Xiaoli, but then...

"Pa!"

Before the old madman could finish speaking, Li Xiaoli slapped him across the face.

"Ssss!"

Everyone present drew a sharp breath; the old madman was already eccentric enough, how could there be someone even more eccentric now?

"You dare to hit me?"

The old madman held his face, stupefied, looking at Li Xiaoli, unable to dodge her attack.

"Little thing wearing a mask, do you think you’re Batman?"

Looking at the old man glaring at her, Li Xiaoli became even angrier, raising her hand to slap him again, "If you hadn’t carelessly lost the Sect’s Sacrificial Spirit Jade Ring, would I have ended up like this?"

"Damn it, you’re asking for death..."

Just as the old madman was about to explode, he heard the words "Sacrificial Spirit Jade Ring," and he froze, "You are..."

"I am your ancestor, you unfilial descendant, dare to glare at me, I’ll let you glare..."

Li Xiaoli cursed while repeatedly slapping the old man’s face.

"Indeed an ancestor, I was wrong, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please forgive me."

Confirming Li Xiaoli’s identity, the old madman immediately begged for mercy, having half his mask shattered.

"What’s going on? Am I dreaming?"

Seeing a little girl furiously slapping the old madman, everyone except Tang Ming was stunned.

The Mu Family was even more ashen, unexpected that the little girl beside Tang Ming was so formidable.

The old madman alone was enough to sweep aside the Ma and Mu Families, and now yet another terrifying little girl had appeared, causing dread.

Ma Xiaotian kept swallowing, sitting on the ground trying to shrink himself as much as possible, terrified.

"Even though I don’t know what happened, it feels so refreshing."

Sun Zhuangjia muttered, always seeing the old madman bully others, it was the first time seeing him being bullied, the feeling... refreshing!

Tang Ming was left with a bitter smile, only he understood what was happening.

At this moment, the old madman’s strength should surpass Li Xiaoli’s, but he recognized Li Xiaoli’s identity as the ancestor of the Huaxia Secret Technique, willingly accepting the abuse, though the scene was still unbelievable, truly terrifying.

"Senior, it’s enough, my master needs face too."

Tang Ming quickly stepped forward to mediate.

"Hmph! All he did was teach you martial arts, but I have been continually guiding your cultivation, I should be your master."

Li Xiaoli stopped her actions, looking dissatisfied at the old madman, "Although I am displeased with you losing the Sect’s token, considering you’ve found me a good disciple, I will let you off."