Su Qian looked at Su Chenghua quietly, her eyes full of disdain.
Su Chenghua activated the spiritual power in his body, but no matter how hard he tried, his fist was only a hair's breadth away from Su Qian. Even if his fist trembled with force, Su Qian's little hand was still as steady as ever, and he couldn't move an inch forward.
"Old Master, you, what are you doing? Quickly kill her!" Lady Pei fell to the ground in pain and screamed in horror.
"Shut up!" Of course, Su Chenghua wanted to, but he couldn't move at all. He couldn't even pull his hand back. Su Qian's seemingly soft little hand had the power of a thousand troops. At this moment, she slowly exerted force and crushed his wrist.
"The Su family is nothing more than this." As Su Qian spoke, her Jade-like hands swept across the air and slapped Su Chenghua's face into a pulp. His face was a bloody mess, and all of his teeth were broken, falling to the ground with blood mixed in.
