"Shut your mouth!"
As Qin Zhan continued his rebuke, a distant nephew of the Qin Family, holding a mop, stuffed it directly into Qin Zhan's mouth.
Other core disciples of the Qin Family swarmed up, each drawing the daggers from their bodies and stabbing towards Qin Zhan's dantian.
Pu chi! Pu chi!
Before Qin Zhan could react to what was happening, his dantian was crippled, and he had already lost all his Martial Arts Qi. He was firmly escorted by a group of the Qin Family's core disciples and made to kneel before Ye Fan.
"Young Master Ye, look, I've captured Qin Zhan for you. However you wish to handle this, just say the word, and we can do it for you!"
A group of the Qin Family's core disciples groveled and kowtowed to Ye Fan with utmost deference, not daring to breathe too loudly.
The strength displayed by Ye Fan was too terrifying!
