In just a few moments, the group from the Wang Mansion arrived in a cloud of dust and galloped up to where the two were standing.

　　Young prince Wan Yankang pulled on the reins, and seeing only Fang Yichen and Huang Rong blocking the way in the middle of the road, he shouted angrily:

　　“You scoundrel surnamed Fang, did you kidnap my mother? Hand her over now, and I’ll make your punishment swift!”

　　Upon hearing Wan Yankang’s rather unintelligent remarks, Fang Yichen couldn’t help but inwardly scoff:

　　“Is Yang Kang perhaps suffering from a bout of madness? Hand over the person and still face death? Who would be willing to do that?”

　　In that moment, he chuckled and said:

　　“Wan Yankang, you dare to call a thief your father and still have the audacity to ask me for your mother? Eighteen years ago, near Niu family Village by the Qiantang River in Lin’an Prefecture, Yang Tiexin and Guo Xiaotian were ambushed.”

　　“Although Yang Tiexin narrowly escaped death, he lost track of his wife, Bao Xiruo, who was pregnant with his child at the time, believing her husband to be deceased.”

　　“That Jin Dynasty’s Sixth Prince, Wanyan Honglie, owed a debt of gratitude to Bao Xiruo for saving his life but instead of repaying her kindness by helping her find her husband, Yang Tiexin, he falsely claimed that her husband was dead.”

　　“Subsequently, he lured Bao Xiruo to the mansion under false pretenses. And the child she carried in her womb at the time was none other than you, Wan Yankang.”

　　Wan Yankang was left dumbfounded by the scathing words. Initially speechless, he quickly regained his composure and angrily retorted:

　　“guy, how dare you fabricate stories here to sow discord among my troops!”

　　In truth, he had harbored doubts over the years, having heard some rumors about his mother’s humble abode in the mansion.

　　Yet, he instinctively avoided delving deeper into the matter, perhaps the truth might not align with his desires.

　　But now, hearing Fang Yichen publicly declare in front of everyone that he wasn’t the king’s biological son, Wan Yankang’s long-suppressed doubts surged to the forefront of his mind.

　　In this moment, he felt extremely flustered, so instead of immediately ordering someone to kill Fang Yichen, he instinctively tried to refute and cover up.

　　The people around the young prince exchanged bewildered glances, each silently musing:

　　“Who would’ve thought today would dredge up an eighteen-year-old scandal, implicating both the princess consort and the young prince? Quite the scandal indeed!”

　　“Now that such a major scandal has been publicly revealed, who knows how the prince will handle it in the future? After all, we’ve all heard it today. Surely, he wouldn’t silence us all, would he”

　　“Tsk tsk! So the young prince isn’t actually the prince’ biological son? Raising someone else’s child to this extent, the prince really is quite something, isn’t he?”

　　......

　　At that moment, all eyes turned to the young prince, curious to see how he would deal with the situation.

　　Seeing the looks directed at him, Wan Yankang sensed their thoughts, his face alternating between red and pale, his breath ragged as if he were about to explode.

　　“Hmph! Wan Yankang, why are you so flustered? I haven’t finished speaking yet, don’t interrupt!”

　　Fang Yichen chuckled before continuing:

　　“Your real name is Yang Kang, and your father is Yang Tiexin. Sadly, you’ve been blind all these years, mistaking a thief for your father for eighteen years. Do you know it was Wanyan Honglie who ordered the soldiers to kill your real father that night?”

　　“After Yang Tiexin recovered from his injuries, he searched high and low for his wife, wandering for eighteen years. It wasn’t until last night that he finally saw his long-lost wife, Bao Xiruo, at Zhao Wang’s mansion, only to find out she had become the princess consort.”

　　“Fortunately, their love endured, and now reunited, they’re escaping the mansion together.”

　　“Yang Kang, your parents have been separated for eighteen years, longing for each other, and now they’re finally reunited. Yet here you are, trying to take your mother away. Are you trying to tear apart their reunion? You are unworthy of being called their son!”

　　With a string of scathing words, Fang Yichen felt a sense of satisfaction, while Wan Yankang infuriated, his face drained of color, yelled in anger:

　　“Kill him for me!”

　　When seven or eight guards under his command heard the young prince’s shout, they immediately brandished their swords and rushed towards Fang Yichen.

　　Seeing a large group of soldiers behind them and still some distance away, Fang Yichen thought to himself:

　　“Better deal with these lackeys of the palace first!”

　　At that moment, he showed no sign of backing down. He swiftly dashed towards the group of guards without hesitation.

　　There’s a saying in martial arts: “Eight Extremes with Splitting and Hanging, even gods and demons fear; Splitting and Hanging complement Eight Extremes, heroes sigh in awe!”

　　The Eight Extremes emphasizes the combination of firmness and flexibility, while Splitting and Hanging focuses on wrapping and adjusting firmness.

　　The techniques of Eight Extremes are concise and powerful, specialized in close combat. Coupled with the expansive movements of Splitting and Hanging, it’s considered perfect.

　　His strength was unmatched, and at that moment, he unleashed the full power of the Eight Extremes Splitting and Hanging Fist. Shadows danced as he sent seven or eight burly men flying in all directions with every punch and kick.

　　“Hehehe!”

　　With a sly grin, Fang Yichen shouted loudly:

　　“Come on, you bunch of losers! I have no intention of letting you off easy today.”

　　With that thought in mind, he exerted force under his feet and swiftly darted towards Three-Horned Dragon Hou Haitong. He planned to deal with this soft target first.

　　Seeing Fang Yichen charging towards him, Hou Haitong leaped up from his horse and roared:

　　“guy, come and face your doom!”

　　While still in mid-air, he threw a punch.

　　As Fang Yichen sprinted forward, he saw Hou Tonghai’s fist coming at him. He didn’t waste a moment getting entangled in a struggle. With a swift push off the ground, he leaped up and threw a punch in mid-air.

　　Their fists collided forcefully in mid-air, and Tonghai let out a cry of pain. His right arm twisted unnaturally at the shoulder, and he was sent flying backward.

　　Fang Yichen’s body was now empowered by the force of space, with his strength and power increasing with each passing moment.

　　The punch he just threw carried the force of a thousand pounds, something Hou Tonghai couldn’t possibly withstand.

　　After sending Hou Tonghai flying, Fang Yichen had just landed on the ground when suddenly, the sound of rushing wind filled his ears.

　　He had already activated his spatial awareness, naturally sensing that the newcomer was Thousand-handed Butcher, Peng Lianhu. Now, Peng Lianhu wasn’t your average foe like Hou Tonghai; he had some serious skills.

　　Peng Lianhu was more than just a common thug. He was known as the ”“Thousand-Handed Butcher,” and for good reason. Firstly, he was a master of concealed weapons, and his hand-to-hand combat skills were lightning-fast.

　　Secondly, he had a ruthless streak; once he set his sights on a target, he wouldn’t hold back, using any means necessary to achieve his goals.

　　Peng Lianhu was incredibly cunning, with a deep understanding of martial arts. Despite his small stature, he had sharp eyes, swift movements, and a knack for coming up with all sorts of tricks.

　　He was quite famous in the central plains, known for wielding a pair of iron judge’s pens as his primary weapons.

　　After witnessing Fang Yichen’s skills and realizing how formidable he was, Peng Lianhu unleashed his full strength and attacked with his weapons, aiming for a kill.

　　With his pair of iron judge’s pens, he aimed for Fang Yichen’s “Yunmen” acupuncture point on top and “Taihe” acupuncture point below, using all his might without any mercy.

　　However, Fang Yichen was unfazed and unwilling to engage in a prolonged battle. He simply overwhelmed his opponent!

　　At that moment, he twisted his body, stamped his right foot on the ground, and leapt into the air. With a series of kicks in mid-air, he targeted Peng Lianhu’s wrists holding the judge’s pens.

　　Due to the incredible speed of his kick, Peng Lianhu didn’t have time to change his move and was hit on the wrist. Instantly, the judge’s pens flew off into the unknown.