Ling Tianyu's eyes released flames that reached the sky, and the murderous aura around him exploded forth; today, he would wash the Feng Family in blood.
"Hmph!" However, before Feng Jiayin could speak again, her father Feng Yi let out a cold snort and said, "I don't care who you are, but you'd better release my son; otherwise, you won't be able to leave the Feng Family's estate alive."
Feng Yi truly lived up to his reputation as an old hand at navigating tricky situations, possessing an incredibly strong mental fortitude. He couldn't see through Tianyu's cultivation level and didn't even know how Feng Lingfeng ended up in his grasp, yet he maintained his composure, faring much better than the blood-spitting Feng Jiayin.
The mere fact that Tianyu could strike Feng Jiayin while quietly getting a hold of Feng Lingfeng's neck was something no ordinary person could achieve.
At a time like this, for Feng Yi to utter such words, he truly thought too highly of his Feng Family.
