He Cheng's body softened and he fell straight down.
"Cheng'er."
He Feng reacted and exclaimed, catching his son.
He was panic-stricken. Looking at the steady stream of blood on He Cheng's chest, he suddenly panicked and murmured: "It's okay, Cheng'er, don't be afraid, dad will take you to the doctor."
"father."
He Cheng firmly grasped He Feng's hand and said, "My son is useless, I let you down."
He Feng burst into tears, shook his head and said, "No, Cheng'er, you are very good. You are my father's pride, and I can't live without you."
He Cheng smiled, blood flowed from the corners of his lips, his eyes gradually became blurred, and he said in a weak voice: "Dad, you have to live, live... go on!"
His eyes widened, and after saying these words, he stopped breathing and refused to rest in peace.
"Cheng'er."
He Feng held his son's body and cried bitterly. If he had known it would end like this, why would he have to fight with Han Qiancheng?
It was his fault that he overestimated his capabilities and harmed his own son.
His wailing cries echoed through the night.
Many people around were watching, some felt sorry for him, some sympathized with him, and some thought it was retribution.
The martial arts training ground was full of casualties. All those who followed He Feng were killed by Han Qiancheng's people, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
Han Qiancheng stepped on the blood on his feet and looked at the tragic scene below. He said in a deep voice: "Those who betray me will suffer this. Anyone else who dissatisfied with me, the leader of the village, can stand up now and I can give you a chance."
Those who had just escaped were a little frightened. After witnessing this fight with their own eyes and the death of so many brothers, they realized that Han Qiancheng was truly ruthless and his methods were even more powerful.
The son of the second head of the family would kill him as soon as he was told, without sparing any mercy. Who would dare to go against him, a nobody like them?
At this time, someone knelt on the ground and shouted: "Follow the leader of the village to the death."
When everyone saw this, they knelt down and shouted, expressing their sincerity.
Han Qiancheng stood tall and tall on the high platform and looked at them. The night wind blew up his robe and stained it with a little blood.
But he remained calm, as if nothing had happened just now.
Chen Qingxue stood aside and pinched her fingers nervously. She did not expect that Han Qiancheng would have such a skill.
This man is really not that easy to deal with.
Just as she was thinking about it, she saw Han Qiancheng walking towards her and asked, "I didn't scare you, did I?"
Chen Qingxue came back to her senses. She shook her head with a pale face and said, "No." After a pause, she asked again, "Brother already knew that Uncle He was going to rebel?"
Han Qiancheng said: "Every move in Qingfeng Village is under my control."
As he said that, he glanced at Chen Qingxue and asked quietly: "I heard that you and Shen Zhixu have been very close recently. What's wrong? Do you have a crush on him?"
Chen Qingxue's heart skipped a beat. She tried to steady her mind and smiled and said, "Brother is joking. I just admire Mr. Shen's talent."
She looked around and asked, "Why don't you see Mr. Shen today?"
Han Qiancheng snorted: "I locked him up to prevent him from going around deceiving people and going against me."
He looked at Chen Qingxue and said in a more serious tone: "Your father is kind to me, and I promise he will protect you, but... don't touch my bottom line, otherwise I will disown you."