"Feng'er, are you alright?"
"Don't move, the rib is broken!"
Xie Anfeng gasped as he glared coldly at the dog couple on the white horse and roared, "Where are the Xie Family's experts? All of you, attack and disable this little bastard."
"Yes, Young Master!"
At the periphery, several dozen people stood up from their tables, clearly vigorous practitioners with swelling at their temples. They catapulted towards Xiao Zheng with fierce looks, ready to strike.
Family Head Mo's face was also an ashen blue, as his daughter's wedding had been disrupted like this. Not only did the boy beat Xie Anfeng, but he also had his daughter in his embrace, which was undoubtedly a disgrace to the Mo Family.
"Where are the experts of the Mo Family? You too, attack!"
"Yes, Family Head!"
Another few dozen people stood up, slightly less imposing than the Xie Family's experts, but outnumbering them.