Duan Yanran was now utterly furious, with a murderous aura erupting from her. It was rare for someone to provoke Duan Yanran to the point of rage and even murder.
"Crack—Crack—"
As the murderous aura spread out, the floor beneath Duan Yanran's feet cracked, showing just how powerful it was.
The great hall of Emperor Mountain had floors made of top-quality materials, which were very hard to break, even to the point where it was difficult to crack.
Yet Duan Yanran's murderous aura broke through, showing just how much the Qing Feidao couple had angered her.
Ling Tianyu saw it too, realizing that his wife was now burning with rage, even with a menacing aura.
"Husband, I now want to kill the Qing Feidao couple," Duan Yanran said with a face full of murderous intent, obviously determined to end their lives.
"It's not necessary," Ling Tianyu gestured to his wife not to do so. No matter what the Qing Feidao couple did, Zhihua was ultimately not their daughter, just a foster daughter.
