The muscles in his face twitched slightly from the pain; at this moment, he was on the verge of collapse.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Banshan abruptly stopped, his originally straight back bending slightly, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

He was originally certain that the Fang family had offended many powerful forces and that their destruction was only a matter of time. But now it seems that the first to succumb and crumble is his own Zhao family.

"Then, in your opinion, what should we do?"

Zhao Banshan turned around and looked at his son, his eyes filled with weariness and helplessness.

"Father, why don't we take the risk and find an opportunity to attack Fang Han?"

Zhao Tiancheng gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes, "As long as Fang Han dies, the Fang family will be leaderless and in chaos, and will be nothing to fear. They will soon be finished."

"Are you stupid?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Banshan sighed and said, "You are merely a beginner-level Martial Grandmaster, while I am a high-level Martial Grandmaster. Have you forgotten Master Qingshan of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect? He was a mid-Foundation Establishment Realm expert, far stronger than either of us, yet he still perished at Fang Han's hands. If we join forces to attack Fang Han, how is that any different from moths flying into a flame, courting death?"

"Father, but if we continue to wait like this, the Zhao family will still be doomed!"

Zhao Tiancheng sighed heavily, his face full of sorrow. "If the Zhao family is really destroyed in my hands, how will I face my ancestors after I die?"

"Has there been any news from Zhao Ziyi yet?"

Zhao Banshan remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, his voice carrying a final hint of expectation.

Zhao Ziyi, his most beloved granddaughter, has always been the beacon of hope in his heart. At this moment, he places all his hopes on Zhao Ziyi.

"She has already been to the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect once."

Zhao Tiancheng sighed again, saying helplessly, "Unfortunately, her master, Elder Sword Maniac, is still in seclusion and has not yet come out."

"Let's keep going."

Zhao Banshan slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and seemed to be trying to calm the turmoil in his heart. "As long as the core members of our Zhao family are still alive, the Zhao family still has a glimmer of hope. As far as I know, at the latest, in another month, Ziyi's master, Elder Sword Maniac, will emerge from seclusion. At that time, with Elder Sword Maniac's strength, Fang Han will surely die, and our Zhao family will surely usher in a turning point."

Just then, a sudden and somewhat urgent knocking sounded outside the secret room.

The knocking sounded particularly jarring in the quiet, dimly lit underground chamber.

"Come in."

Zhao Tiancheng took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm.

The door to the secret room was slowly pushed open, and a dark-skinned boy who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old cautiously walked in.

This dark-skinned young man had a shiny, dark complexion, like bronze that had been scorched by the blazing sun. He was none other than Zhao Tiancheng's youngest disciple, Zhao Hei.

He looked hurried, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, clearly having run all the way here.

"What's up?"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Tiancheng felt a pang of anxiety and couldn't wait to ask.

It should be noted that this underground secret chamber is one of the most hidden places in the Zhao family, the family's last refuge. No one in the Zhao family is allowed to enter or leave this place unless there is an extremely urgent matter.

Zhao Hei's sudden appearance must mean something terrible has happened. Zhao Tiancheng felt his heart leap into his throat, each breath becoming incredibly heavy, as if a boulder was pressing on his chest.

"Master, Senior Brother Zhao Yuanbiao has sent a letter. It was delivered by Young Master Zhao Wu from the Demon Suppression Army."

Zhao Hei tried to calm his breathing.

"Zhao Wu's letter?"

Zhao Tiancheng muttered something unconsciously, a complex look flashing in his eyes—surprise, anticipation, and, more than anything, an indescribable unease.

He almost impatiently reached out and took the letter from Zhao Hei's hand. His hands trembled slightly as he quickly unfolded the letter and began to read.

"Haha, Father, Heaven has truly spared me!"

After reading the letter, Zhao Tiancheng laughed and said to Zhao Banshan, "My son Zhao Wu led a team to kill demons in the Demon Suppression Army and made great contributions. He has been appointed as a commander of ten thousand by Prince Li Wentian, the commander of the Demon Suppression Army, and has been rewarded with a Foundation Establishment Pill. Zhao Wu is now at the early stage of Foundation Establishment."

"If I just write a letter to Zhao Wu to come back for revenge, he will definitely bring a lot of experts back to Yanming City to destroy Fang Han and the Fang family."