Long Fei glanced at Yan Qingshan and the other Yan Family members, and said indifferently, "Today, I insist on being brash. What can you do to me?"
A vein popped on the foreheads of the Yan Family members, a surge of the urge to tear him to pieces rising within them.
They gave him an inch, and he really dared to take a mile!
The Yan Family had been established for over a thousand years, never before suffering such humiliation.
Yan Qingshan's expression grew fierce as he bellowed angrily, "Brat, do you truly think no one can control you?"
Long Fei, with his hands behind his back, curled his lips into a light smile and said, "All you rely on is the prestige of your Yan Family Ancestor. Let him speak! This is a blood feud, only resolvable by life or death."
"Scoundrel, how dare you disrespect our Yan Family Ancestor?"
One person, impulsive by nature, stood up with a sword, his anger boiling as he faced Long Fei and exclaimed, "I, Yan Qinghong, will fight you!"
