One cannot live under the same sky as their parents' murderers!
A terrifying pressure, as if emanating from the depths of an abyss, erupted from Jiang Xinghai and instantly swept through the hall.
Of everyone present, only Shen Zhengye remained completely unharmed. The rest were overwhelmed by Jiang Xinghai's furious aura.
Some of the weaker individuals vomited mouthfuls of blood before collapsing to the ground, dead.
In what felt like an instant, fewer than thirty members of the entire Wang Clan remained alive.
An aura as overwhelming as a monstrous tidal wave... who in all of Jizhou could possibly withstand it?
Suddenly—
"Jiang Xinghai, look who this is!!!"
A roar filled with fury echoed from a corner of the hall.
It was Wang Junjie, who had left and now returned.
He had returned to his residence and dragged over a tightly bound Feng Lulu.
Even now, he was still taking a gamble.
He was betting that the "Lulu" Jiang Xinghai had mentioned was, in fact, Feng Lulu!
