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Chapter 68 Blood Debts Payed in Blood: The End of the Wanmatang Gang

The night is deep.

Gongsun Duan was still drinking.

He was a heavy drinker; without alcohol, he felt he couldn't live a single day.

He and Ma Kongqun were sworn brothers, and his status in Wanmatang was second only to Ma Kongqun, earning him the title of "Fourth Boss".

Moreover, he was one of the murderers involved in the "Plum Blossom Temple Massacre" back then.

He was much taller and bigger than the average person, with a broad back and thick waist, a full beard, and an aura of menace.

His weapon was a strangely shaped curved sword with a silver sheath and a black handle. He possessed incredible arm strength and liked to use the sword to directly cut off his opponent's weapon when fighting.

"squeak--"

Suddenly, the door opened slightly.

Gongsun Duan didn't turn his head, his voice hoarse as he said, "I knew you would come sooner or later."

His hand had already touched his knife.

"Heh, you're smart to know what's good for you."

A man smiled and strode into the house.

It was Gu Yu.

Gongsun Duan slowly turned around, stared intently at Gu Yu, and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

Gu Yu plopped down in a chair and chuckled, "Who I am isn't important, because the person who's going to kill you tonight isn't me."

"Oh?"

Gongsun Duan frowned and glanced towards the door.

At that moment, a woman slowly walked in.

"So it was you!"

Gongsun Duan recognized Hua Baifeng.

Hua Baifeng said coldly, "Back then, you were also involved in the Plum Blossom Temple massacre?"

Gongsun Duan hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "That's right! Now that you've found this place, I don't want to deny it."

"Very well, then pay with your life."

Hua Baifeng slowly raised her hand, holding the seven-foot-long demonic whip.

Gongsun Duan knew that Hua Baifeng was quite powerful, so he dared not be careless. He took the initiative and attacked with his sword.

Hua Baifeng nimbly dodged to the side.

Gongsun Duan spun like a top, tiptoed, turned his body quickly, and slashed down with his sword again.

Hua Baifeng dodged again, and at the same time raised her hand to strike with her whip.

"Snapped!"

The whip struck Gongsun Duan's temple, causing him to see stars and feel dizzy. He swung his knife wildly.

"Snapped!"

Another lash.

This time, it pierced Gongsun Duan's throat directly.

"Heavenly Emperor, Earthly Emperor, tears like blood, hearts broken, once you enter the Hall of Ten Thousand Horses, never think of returning home."

At the scene, another bloody jingle was left behind.

As before, Gongsun Duan was also beheaded and had his limbs severed, but this time, Ma Kongqun finally noticed something from the wound on his temple.

"It's her! Hua Baifeng!"

Ma Kongqun's facial muscles were somewhat distorted, making him appear particularly ferocious.

At the same time, he was also somewhat frightened.

Gongsun Duan was not only his subordinate, but also his most trusted brother.

But now, Gongsun Duan is also dead.

Instead of coming after him, the enemy killed one by one the people around him who were of use, and even killed the stallions at the horse farm.

He vaguely understood that the other party was doing this on purpose, trying to drive him to a dead end step by step, making him live in fear and anxiety.

"Hua Baifeng, come out here! If you have the guts, come out and fight me fair and square!"

In mid-air, the howls of the Ma Kong tribe, like those of wild beasts, rang out.

Next, Ma Kongqun mobilized almost everyone from Wanmatang to search the entire mountainside.

But he never dreamed that Gu Yu and Hua Baifeng had been hiding inside Wanmatang all along. They killed one person a day, all of them Ma Kongqun's trusted confidants.

Many disciples of Wanmatang were terrified.

In particular, the bloody rhyme "Heavenly Emperor, Earthly Emperor, tears like blood, heartbroken, once you enter the Hall of Ten Thousand Horses, never think of returning home" caused many disciples to break down.

An unprecedented panic gripped Wanmatang.

Furthermore, a rumor slowly began to circulate, saying that Bai Tianyu and his brothers and their family had died at the hands of Ma Kongqun, and now their vengeful spirits had returned to seek revenge.

As a result, some of the more timid disciples secretly slipped away.

Because they were afraid they really wouldn't be able to return to their hometown.

With morale low, Wanmatang was plunged into a state of panic, and even horse traders dared not come.

Ma Kongqun finally couldn't take it anymore.

He suddenly made a shocking decision—to disband Wanmatang!

Although he was extremely reluctant, after all, he had put in so much effort, he had been driven to a dead end.

More than a hundred stallions were poisoned, and his trusted men were killed one after another, while he was helpless and could only roar a few times in powerlessness.

Its prestige has been lost, and Wanmatang is now only a name in name only.

"Brothers, I'm so sorry. Wanmatang isn't just my hard work; it also owes much to the efforts of all of you..."

After delivering a passionate speech, Ma Kongqun declared loudly, "However, I will never leave. Even if it costs me my life, I will settle things with them!"

After he finished speaking, people carried out boxes of silver and distributed them to the disciples as severance pay.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ma Kongqun strode into the gang hall and did not step out again.

The sun is about to set.

A man dressed in the robes of a Wanmatang disciple, with a headscarf wrapped around his head and carrying a coarse cloth bundle on his back, walked briskly through the desolate mountains.

Suddenly, a man and a woman emerged from behind a large rock by the roadside and blocked his way.

The man stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide open, whether from surprise or fear, or perhaps a combination of both, it was hard to tell.

"Heh, how did the dignified head of Wanma Hall end up like a stray dog, sneaking away like this?"

Gu Yu's mouth was as venomous as ever.

Having his identity exposed, Ma Kongqun turned ashen-faced and ripped off the headscarf covering his face.

His gaze fell on the woman standing next to Gu Yu, and he said in a venomous tone, "Hua Baifeng, it really was you!"

Hua Baifeng said coldly, "It's a shame you still recognize me."

Ma Kongqun couldn't help but look at Gu Yu again and ask, "Who exactly are you?"

"No problem. My surname is Gu, and my given name is Yu!"

Ma Kongqun couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "You're Gu Yu? The Amorous Swordsman?"

Sure enough, a person's name is like a tree's shadow; even Ma Kongqun, far away in Guandong, had heard of Gu Yu's reputation.

"Hehe, it is indeed me! I must say, you are quite clever; I almost fell for your trick."

Ma Kongqun said coldly, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Gu Yu laughed and said, "You dismissed all your disciples and said you would stay and settle things. At the time, I thought you were at least a decent guy."

"But then I thought again, how could someone as treacherous, cunning, and backstabbing as you just sit and wait to die?"

"As expected, you only found a substitute to stay in the hall, making people think you were still there. Secretly, you changed into ordinary disciple's clothes, covered your head with a headscarf, and quietly left among the other disciples..."

"Hahaha!"

Ma Kongqun suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hua Baifeng, I thought you were such a virtuous woman, but I didn't expect you to find a lover so quickly."

Ma Kongqun said this intentionally to provoke Hua Baifeng.

Because he dared not fight Gu Yu.