Hundreds of black-robed men holding sharp swords surrounded the Yu Manor. They stood on the wall and stared at the Yu Family who were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. The leader, a masked man clad in a black robe, stared at Yu Chengde below, his sinister eyes narrowed as he did so.
"Yu Chengde, my patience is limited! If you're wise, you will hand it over! Otherwise, your entire Yu Family will end in a bloodbath today!"
His vicious words were full of murderous intent, which frightened everyone in the Yu Family. Even the people who had hidden out of sight to watch secretly felt terrified.
How did the Yu Family offend such a murderous god? What was the Yu Family heirloom anyway? Why were those people fighting so hard to obtain it?
Yu Chengde clenched his fists and glared at the black-robed man above him and said loudly: "I have already said that I have given that thing as a thank you gift to someone else and it is not in the hands of my family!"
