"Chen Zheng, this is the world of ordinary people, not the martial arts world," Li Yitong's voice was like a warm winter sun, comforting and full of strength.
Hearing this, Chen Zheng's Sword Qi slowly dissipated, like the last rays of a sunset.
"I… I survived?" Zhong Jiang's heart filled with a mixture of surprise and fear. He remained prostrate on the ground, like an injured bird.
"Mobilize the power of the Li and Liu Families. Destroy him and his entire clan!" Chen Zheng's command was as cruel and resolute as a northern winter wind.
Zhong Jiang shuddered but still lacked the courage to speak. He knew that all he could do now was beg for his life.
"No, don't! Lily, I beg you, stop your brother! If Zhong Jiang is ruined, I'm finished! My life will be over!" Tears streamed down Huang Yingying's face like a bursting dam, her eyes filled with despair and pleading.
