In response to the combined offensive of the Spring and Autumn Hall and the Xue family, Su Yanru was unusually resolute, ready for decisive battle.
That night, the lights were bright within the meeting hall of Golden Phoenix Tower.
All the senior leaders were present, sitting or standing, their faces somber.
Su Yanru, in a long red dress and a curved blade on her waist, sat aloft in the middle chair. Behind her, stood Shi Xiaole, who was tall and upright in his green shirt.
"Recently, the Spring and Autumn Hall and the Xue family jointly attacked our Golden Phoenix Tower, causing innocent deaths and disabilities among our fellow brothers, can you bear it?"
Su Yanru asked coldly, her sexy voice no longer languid.
"We can't bear it!"
The elders might cope, but the young and strong faction of Golden Phoenix Tower roared out in anger at the earliest opportunity, apparently having had it bottled up for a long time.
