Destined Martial God

"Grandfather, that Yu fellow wanted to kill your favorite grandson."    

Wang Yizhuo, who had returned to his original state as a popinjay, had an exceptionally ferocious look on his face as he requested with an incomparably arrogant tone of voice.    

"Grandfather, capture him now and give him to me."    

"Next, I want him to experience the cruelty of the Wang Family's torture. I want to let him experience what it means to live a life worse than death. I want to let him know the consequences of offending me, Wang Yizhuo."    

Originally, when they heard the Wang Ancestor's request from the east gate, Director Jiang, Qin Shengyuan, Jiang Zhuang and the others let out a sigh of relief. They had planned to join hands with the Wang Ancestor to persuade Yu Haoran to let him go.    

After all, the Wang Family had a lot of power and influence in the Xianyang City, and they had many complicated powers backing them.    

Just in case, because of Wang Yizhuo's matter, the Wang family would not be satisfied with the Great Qin Empire, and this would definitely affect the Qin Emperor's plans to go to war with the world.    

But what Director Jiang and the others did not expect was that the resentment Wang Yizhuo had towards Yu Haoran was so deep that it not only wanted his life, but also wanted to torture him thoroughly before killing him.    

Who is Yu Haoran!    

Not only was he the vice head of the second-rate sect, he was also the main representative of the Qin Alliance, a grandmaster at the peak of the alchemy, and the most treasured Prince Consort of the Qin Emperor.    

What Wang Yizhuo had asked was not only to trample upon the dignity of a peak-stage Grandmaster, but also to look down upon His Majesty's dignity.    

Therefore, as the Director Jiang of the Qin Emperor's absolute confidence and the cousins of Qin Lingfei, the gloomy-looking Director Jiang and Qin Shengyuan stood in front of Yu Haoran, one on the left and one on the right.    

As for the Supreme Court's Young Qin Jiang, he shook his head with a bitter smile.    

Following that, he stood on Yu Haoran's left side as well, and with Director Jiang and Qin Shengyuan, he appeared beside Wang Yizhuo in a flash.    

"Grandfather!" Seeing the silver-haired old man that appeared in front of him in a flash, Wang Yizhuo shouted excitedly.    

"Pah!"    

In the face of Wang Yizhuo's excited and cordial cry, not only did the silver-haired old man immediately retract his protective power, but he also sent him flying over ten meters with a resounding gust of wind, before heavily crashing onto the ground.    

"Ai!"    

Seeing the Wang Ancestor furiously fan Wang Yizhuo's actions, Yu Haoran couldn't help but let out a sigh. Then, he dispersed the secret transformation technique, reverting back to his original appearance.    

"You, you, why did you hit me?" Touching his swollen and hot face, Wang Yizhuo shouted with a red face.    

"Sons, if it wasn't for the fact that you're my grandson, I would have taken your life just now." Seeing Wang Yizhuo still not realizing his mistake, the silver-haired old man scolded him resentfully.    

"Grandfather, since you know that I'm your direct descendant, then why did you help others hit me!"    

Just like Meng Sheng, Wang Yizhuo, who was filled with anger, not only did he not think about his own mistakes, he had even thought about the injuries his relatives would bring him.    

Wang Yizhuo's frivolous and ignorant actions, as well as the possibility of bringing about a clan extermination disaster for the Wang Clan, had completely disappointed the silver-haired old man.    

"Ai!"    

Sighing, the silver-haired old man shook his head as he spoke with a sad tone.    

"Yi Zhuo, I am now using my status as the Great Elder of the Wang family to annul your status as a direct descendant of the family. I have also allowed you to leave the Xianyang City within three days and then go to the Wang family's subordinate, Qingyang, to receive punishment."    

"Damn you old fellow, you don't have the authority to annul my identity as a direct descendant, nor do you have the qualifications to expel me from the Xianyang City!"    

After hearing the silver-haired old man's judgement on his own fate, Wang Yizhuo immediately went crazy. He couldn't help but curse at his biological grandfather, who was trying his best to calm Yu Haoran's anger, and try his best to think of a way to save his life.    

Regarding this, not to mention the silver-haired old man, even Director Jiang, Qin Shengyuan and the others could not help but shake their heads in disappointment.    

Having his identity as a direct descendant removed, in addition to ignoring family matters and insulting his own grandfather, when faced with such a deranged playboy like Wang Yizhuo, Yu Haoran could only lament in his heart. At the same time, the originally strong killing intent instantly dissipated to nothing.    

At this time, he didn't want to pursue the crime of blackmailing Wang Yizhuo for the treasure, nor did he want to talk to the silver-haired old man who was so focused on protecting his own grandson.    

"Sir Qin, Sir Jiang, thank you!"    

First, Yu Haoran thanked Qin Shengyuan and Jiang Zhuang. Then, he turned to the Director Jiang and said.    

"Director Jiang, I'm tired. I don't want to continue staying in Xianyang City for the time being."    

"Wait till I hand over the matters of the Alliance to the two ambassadors, I will immediately leave the Xianyang City and return to the Hundred Feet Sect."    

"So, I'll have to trouble you to give His Majesty a resignation letter in my place!"    

"Prince Consort!"    

Director Jiang also felt Yu Haoran's depression and wanted to console him, but he didn't know what to say.    

"Farewell!"    

Yu Haoran cupped his fists towards Director Jiang, Qin Sheng Yuan and Jiang Hui and indicated to them that he should immediately use his movement technique and quickly leave the Western City Plaza.    

"Why did the Prince Consort leave!"    

In the face of his own grandson's abuse, the silver-haired old man whose heart was filled with anger, simply did not notice Yu Haoran's resignation just now.    

It was only when Yu Haoran executed his movement technique and the elemental energy ripples produced by his martial skill that the silver-haired old man was able to calm the rage in his heart. He then asked with a puzzled expression.    

"Wang Xian, how many tyrannical and powerful families were destroyed by useless juniors? You should be reprimanded!"    

Director Jiang, who obviously had a good relationship with the silver-haired old man, patted his arm and turned to fly towards the palace.    

"Uncle Wang, kill them all in a bloody battle, build your career and show your manliness!"    

Qin Shengyuan, who was of a lower status in the younger generation and was connected to the Wang Clan in all sorts of ways, could not help but give Wang an idea. He also jumped up and rushed to the inner city.    

"Sir Wang, as the saying goes, the cultivation of the Qi family rules over the whole world, and it is still a noble way of life. I hope you can spare some time to come to the Qi family!"    

Jiang Hong, whose position was not as high as Wang Xian's, gave a similarly kind suggestion and walked straight towards the residence of Minister of Rites, Qin Zhichang.    

Because just now, Director Jiang had not only revealed that His Majesty had set his sights on Yu Haoran and bestowed him the position of Prince Consort, the person he had betrothed to, was also the Princess Ling Fei whom His Majesty viewed as his precious jewel.    

This meant that Yu Haoran's position in His Majesty's heart was much higher than he had guessed just now.    

Since that was the case, Qin Zhichang and the others, who had asked for Yu Haoran's severe punishment under their joint application, had treated the Emperor and Princess Ling Fei with contempt and cursed them unjustly.    

Therefore, he had to remind Qin Zhichang to cancel the joint application.    

The repeated warnings and suggestions of Director Jiang, Qin Shengyuan, and Jiang Zhuzhe echoed in his ears. Looking at Yu Haoran's disappearing figure, the silver-haired old man Wang Xian took a deep breath.    

After that, he appeared beside Wang Yizhuo in a flash, and at the same time that he passed out, Wang Xian directly grabbed him and soared back to the Wang Clan.