Ding Feng's hand held a treasure sword, its sharp blade was particularly dazzling under the sunlight.
"Old thing, you finally can't hide anymore, can you?"
Xu Junjie stared at Ding Feng.
He had heard stories of the Northern Sword King Ding Feng before.
But what Ding Feng had always shown was the demeanor of a refined master.
Like a lord from a family of scholars.
There was not a trace of the Northern Sword King in him.
But today, he witnessed it.
Merely standing there, Ding Feng exuded a breath-taking presence.
"Injustice has a source, debt has a master, you want to destroy my Ding Family, it's just about killing me and my son.
Let the others go, they are unrelated to the Ding Family."
Ding Feng looked coldly at Xu Junjie and Huang Tai.
"Dad!"
Ding Li became anxious.
These experts, who had been carefully cultivated by the Ding Family, were treated very well, unlike the Du Family, they gave them enough respect.
Now at the moment of crisis, these people did not run away.
