Chen Linglong was livid, saying, "Trash, you're courting death!"
"Humph!"
Ren Feifan reached out with his right hand in mid-air, and the Autumn Water Traceless Sword flew back to him, landing in his palm.
With a firm grip on the longsword, he thrust it into the ground, causing the entire surface to shudder.
"All but the Chen Family's dogs, leave!"
As his words echoed, the ground almost seemed to crack open. A murderous aura radiated off Ren Feifan, with a faint mist of blood enveloping him.
He was like the avatar of death, stepped straight out of the Ninth Nether Hell.
Everyone present could tell that a great battle was imminent. They scattered in haste, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.
Was their life important, or was pleasing the Chen Family important?
Without life, no matter what the Chen family offered, you wouldn't be able to enjoy it.
In merely three minutes, everyone in the mansion had scattered.
It was unusually quiet.
