Clearly aware of this, Pang Yutang gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the knife.
No matter who the opponent was, in the end, they were on Zhu Cheng's side.
"Look carefully at who I have in my hands!" He gritted his teeth, pressing the knife against Zhu Ning's neck.
Zhu Ning was so frightened that a cry that had just emerged was stifled in her throat, sounding like an injured puppy.
"I see clearly, the only legitimate daughter of the Prince Shuo family, your own niece." Zhu Yu nodded, his tone calm, as if Pang Yutang wasn't holding a knife to Zhu Ning's throat but rather holding her affectionately.
"Hmph! Just as long as you know! I warn you all, no one is allowed to act rashly; withdraw immediately!" Pang Yutang couldn't ignore the mocking and disdainful tone of the other, but he had to pretend not to hear it, continuing to shout as per his plan, "Whoever dares to stop me, I will let her blood splatter on the spot! Even the Daluo Immortals won't be able to save her!"
