The middle-aged man's name was Su Yi. He was the eldest son of the Su family's third son, Su Chenghua's third brother, and her uncle.
Su Yi unsheathed the sword at his waist, and a cold glint suddenly appeared. He threw it high up into the air and threw it to Su Qian. He arrogantly said, "Hold on to the long sword. In case everyone says that I'm bullying the weak!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yi's feet crushed the ground with his immense strength, and he charged straight at Su Qian like a ferocious wolf.
Everyone was waiting to see Su Qian's blood splatter on the spot.
Su Qian was the only one who remained calm in the face of danger. She narrowed her bloodthirsty eyes.
Going mad at her? She would make him pay the price.
Su Yi's palm flew toward Su Qian's fair face.
