Hearing this icy rebuke, everyone in the hall was startled.
A flush of excitement and redness suddenly appeared on Jian Bai's ashen face, "Has... has big brother come?"
Lu Feichen's heart skipped a beat, for the heir of the Qiu family, Qiu Yu, had arrived, and he couldn't help but look towards Ling Fan, who was standing indifferently in the middle of the hall.
With a flicker in his eyes, he thought, "The depths of the Qiu family are far beyond what you can imagine, and I want to see just how many nails you, purportedly made of iron, can crush.
To make an enemy of the Qiu family is to court death. Relying solely on your own strength, how can you shake the Qiu family, this centuries-old tree!"
Hope also ignited in Lu Hanshan's heart; in Ice City, the Qiu family was both legend and myth. What were the Four Great Families, the wealthy magnates, in front of them? Nothing at all.
Being a Martial Arts Family, their foundations and energy were not to be underestimated.
