"I said I would slaughter your entire Fang Family!"
Lin Mu stood atop the Thunder Dragon, like a war god descending from the heavens, his aura vast and boundless.
Under the terrifying dragon's might, Fang Yonglong's cheeks trembled. His entire body shook like chaff in the wind, and sweat streamed down his face uncontrollably. As for the bodyguards behind him, they hid far away, their faces masks of terror.
At this moment, who would dare to confront this god-like figure?
Are they trying to get killed?!
They had seen everything clearly on the surveillance monitors. So many people, yet none were his match. Even Daoist Master Qing Yu, whom the boss had hired at great cost, was beaten like a dog, crippled by a single punch, and left kneeling and begging for mercy.
And that wasn't to mention the high explosives, powerful enough to blast open a mountain. Weren't all these preparations enough to kill a Grandmaster? Yet, Lin Mu had still escaped.
