The Journey of Overthrowing the Celestial Emperor
Ch. 16 ~ Humiliated
Zhang Ziyi walked into the clan. There was nothing he could see. Everything looks lonely. Which usually many people would pass by in the clan, but this time only a few were able to see.
"What's with those clans? Why can't I see even if I'm just anyone?" muttered Zhang Ziyi. Then he continued his steps.
Recalling what one of the gatekeepers said, Zhang Ziyi muttered. "Did everyone gather in the match hall between clan disciples? It's not wrong anymore!"
Zhang Ziyi rushed towards the match hall, followed by the Fire Tiger Beast behind him.
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Zhang Fei was currently at the top of the match arena. The young man puffed out his chest arrogantly, while both hands clenched in front of his chest.
"Chief of the Clan Zhang Branch... Where did Zhang Ziyi go. Is it because he's afraid to feel my fist?" Zhang Fei said as he turned his head towards Zhang Mao who was currently sitting on a special podium. With Zhang Fei's father beside Left Zhang Mao as well as the sect elders sitting neatly lined up along the rounded podium.
Hearing Zhang Fei's arrogant question, Zhang Mao could only fall silent speechlessly. Actually he himself also did not know where his son, Zhang Ziyi, was.
The battle between Zhang Ziyi and Zhang Fei was actually almost canceled due to Zhang Ziyi who had disappeared for one month. Luckily, Zhang Mao was still able to persuade them, Zhang Fei as well as his father, to continue the match. Because it is also what will determine how his fate will be in the future.
Although Zhang Mao was a bit hesitant about it, and knew that Zhang Ziyi would not come. Even if he was there, his son would still lose to Zhang Fei who had recently broken through to the Swordsman Realm stage 6. However, for some reason he was so sure Zhang Ziyi would come and bring a miracle. Also saved his position as the head of the Zhang branch clan.
"Zhang Mao, where did Zhang Ziyi go. Why did he take so long. We have been and waited for that young man here for a long time. I'm getting bored. Not only me, but the elder of the Zhang clan also seems to be starting to get bored. How about we just stop this match, and you hand over the position of the head of the Zhang clan to me!" Zhang Wui, Zhang Fei's father tried to provoke Zhang Mao. The slanted ridge was clearly visible from his slightly thick and mustachioed lips.
Hold hands of the chair hard. Zhang Mao was actually provoked by the words of his brother.
Trying to calm down, Zhang Mao said, "We wait until the sun is right overhead. If my son hasn't shown up yet, then this match we'll cancel." Zhang Mao with a calm, forced intonation.
"Head Zhang Mao... Why not just now, we stopped the second match. It was clear that Zhang Ziyi had disappeared and there was no way the young man would come. Why are you so insistent? Oh, could it be that you are not willing to have your position as the head of the Zhang branch clan in this Star City revoked?" One of the elders also responded.
Looking towards the elder for a moment. Zhang Mao then re-directed his gaze to the arena without any response coming out of his mouth. Zhang Fei himself was currently staring at him with a sinister smile.
Not only the elders, even Zhang Mao's sharp hearing caught on, there was a lot of frenzy from the Zhang clan members who were there talking about him and Zhang Ziyi. The number of people there, everything is compact to talk about one thing, which is related to his family.
"Baseless shameless,"
"It should have been the head of our Zhang branch clan replaced. Because, he had a son who even incidentally was just a clan trash. It could not compare to Zhang Wui who had two sons of the number one and two geniuses in this branch clan!"
"...."
Various swear words and curses sounded from the mouths of the clan people. Not only them, even the elder started to fuss, talking about him.
Just imagine, if only you were in Zhang Mao's position. Sitting on the highest podium, where everyone can see you. But many of those people are increasingly vilifying you. Insults, swearings and various words that are not pleasant to hear them out blatantly.
"Uncle. Why don't we just stop this game. I'm tired of waiting too long. Isn't that trashy young man dead!" Zhang Fei said out loud without the slightest bit of guilt being shown the young man.
"Shut your mouth!" Zhang Mao, who had been hot from earlier, could not control his emotions when he heard his own nephew vilifying his son. The man pointed at Zhang Fei with piercing sharp eyes glaring at Zhang Fei.
The slanted slant was painted on Zhang Fei's lips. The young man looked as if he was underestimating Zhang Mao. "Uncle! Don't you want to accept the fact that the trash is dead? Oh, yeah. Isn't it good that a useless fool dies? So there is no more trash that is just a burden on our family!" Zhang Fei said without sin.
Zhang Mao's emotions grew even more stirring. His body seemed to tremble in her angry cusp. A brave little boy doesn't appreciate it. Moreover, he blatantly insulted his son in public, especially in front of his face.
Zhang Mao stood up from his seat. The man almost jumped onto the stage and killed the child who was currently standing on the stage with a smile of ridicule directed at him.
"Oi, Zhang Mao. Where is your pride as the head of the Zhang Branch clan? Aren't you ashamed, about to attack one part of the Clan? Even the man you were about to attack was a child!" Zhang Wui immediately raised his speech. Of course his words were successful in making Zhang Mao again made speechless The man stood by.
If he finds a hole, he will hide his face in the hole. Angry, shame, furious, sad, hate, revenge and many more emotions mixed in his mind.
Suppose he could, he would plug his ears with hot iron at that very moment, so that he would not hear any more harsh words from those people. But he can't do it. Zhang Mao's only hope was Zhang Ziyi. Even so, he was also not sure that Zhang Ziyi would come. Even his expectations of the young man were no more than 1 percent.
Sit back in his big chair. Zhang Mao clenched his arm against the chair hard, causing a crack in the chair's hand.
"Uncle... I'm tired of waiting. Count to five, if Zhang Ziyi does not appear, then I will leave. And of course Uncle must also be ready to hand over the position of uncle to my father."
"Why wait until five? Why not just one?"
Someone's voice was heard from a distance. Of course, the owner of the voice successfully invited all attention to him.