"Who the hell do you think is your grandpa?"
Zhang Daolin wore a look of indignation, and his palm swung out again with a whoosh.
With a loud smack.
Nalan Pao didn't even get a chance to scream before he followed in his brothers' footsteps, his neck twisting a full 360 degrees, collapsing to the ground, dying with open eyes.
The sound of slapping was extremely loud.
In this quiet night, it traveled far and wide.
This not only roused the Ning Family members, making them alert, but also startled the sleeping Nalan Invincible and others.
"Who's there?"
"Guys, grab your weapons!"
Nalan Invincible and others naturally knew, at this moment, unlike the past, being so close to the Ning Family, the risk was enormous.
So they slept in their clothes, weapons at the ready, and even the slightest noise was enough to wake them up.
When they drew their weapons and stepped out of their tents, they were instantly dumbstruck.
