Just as the group of six, seething with resentment, were lost in the vicious plan born of their despair—
BANG!
A dull, heavy bang echoed from the courtyard gate!
The heavy wooden door was suddenly blasted open from the outside with immense force. Amidst a shower of flying splinters, figures flooded silently into the courtyard like phantoms, instantly surrounding the small space until it was completely sealed off.
The two men leading them were none other than the grim-faced Elder Fang Yuan and the cold-eyed Fang Han!
Behind them were more than twenty elite Fang Family Martial Artists, their gazes sharp and their hands gripping their weapons.
Fang Han's gaze, like two daggers of ice, instantly locked onto the six Lin Family members in the courtyard, their faces draining of color.
"Elder Lin Yuan, it's been a while. I'm afraid you won't have a chance to carry out your plan."
Fang Han's voice was calm and devoid of ripples, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness.
