"Courting death!"
Ye Qingfeng's face displayed an expression of indifference towards all living things.
Originally, I wanted to give the Lu Family a chance.
However, if their entire family doesn't cherish this opportunity, then Ye Qingfeng has nothing more to say.
With a loud bang, the spiritual power within Ye Qingfeng erupted.
Both fingers like a sword.
His feet flashed like flowing light.
Sliced through the crowd of Lu Family members rushing forward.
Like a butterfly dancing among flowers.
Ye Qingfeng's sword finger was like mercury pouring out.
Full of aesthetic beauty.
Yet, as Ye Qingfeng's fingertip swept across a Lu Family member's neck,
that person widened his eyes.
No longer breathing.
The ones rushing forth were like stalks of wheat.
Reaped by Ye Qingfeng.
Even Lu Yu, the head of the Lu Family, was clutching his bleeding throat, unable to utter a word.
Only a lifeless gray remained in his eyes.
With a bang, he collapsed to the ground.
