Zhou Mengyue was completely dumbfounded.
The magnitude of Xu Ping'an's strength left her in awe.
If she were to envision her ideal husband, he probably couldn't compare to the uninhibited and domineering Xu Ping'an.
"Elder Ye, quick, kill him," Zhao Qiming trembled.
At this moment, Ye Tianxing's expression was also extremely grave, his gaze towards Xu Ping'an was piercing.
"Junior, do you truly wish to make enemies with our Yuheng Heaven? As long as you leave now, we will erase all grievances between us, how does that sound?" Ye Tianxing immediately said.
"Noisy!" Xu Ping'an let out a cold huff.
With a single step, he was already in front of the old man.
The old man's face was stricken with alarm, and a short sword appeared in his hand, slashing towards Xu Ping'an.
Yet, Xu Ping'an snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked at the incoming sword.
Although that sword was mightier than a thousand dragons, it was just barely so.
