"Everyone listen well, if Ning Fan walks out of here today, it means the end of the Yunteng Family!"
Within the great hall of the Yunteng Family, Teng Zhuhai shouted these words, his voice stirring waves of outrage. All members of the Yunteng Family widened their eyes and then glared angrily at Ning Fan.
At Ning Fan's feet lay many of their clansmen, all with severed tendons—either in their hands or legs—courtesy of Ning Fan's soft sword. Such ruthless techniques made even onlookers shudder.
Ning Fan was just one man, but he had brought the Yunteng Family to rivers of blood.
Overwhelming pressure hung over everyone like a storm cloud. Ning Fan's presence was like a suffocating shadow, and now Teng Zhuhai's words elevated their fear to another level.
If Ning Fan walked out of the Yunteng Family today, it would mean their extermination. This wasn't a joke, and Teng Zhuhai's expression made it clear he wasn't joking.
