It was a ray of purest white, continually gathering and enlarging in the palm of Song Huaxu until it formed into the shape of a sphere.
Yan Hongzhao, being the closest, could feel the terrifying aura emanating from Song Huaxu most strongly.
Over the years, she had traveled far and wide, dabbling in the Martial Arts secrets of various schools, but inner strength was always colorless and intangible. It should never manifest visibly as it did now.
"I will say this one last time," Song Huaxu's gaze turned slightly cold as he stared at Sun Qinglian, "I only want the child and his mother. I will not harm anyone else." Song Huaxu said. "Please, sister-in-law, respect the lives of others. The Yan Residence is home to hundreds. Not everyone is willing to die for them, right?"
Hearing this, Sun Qinglian's eyes deepened, and from the corner of her eyes, she saw the nanny holding the trembling Yan Congze, and ultimately, she could not bear it.
