"Goddamned lad, how dare you to talk back with Death knocking on your door?"
Wu Qiujun curved his lips, putting on a bloodthirsty look.
In the meantime, a sparkle of surprise popped up in his eyes. He didn't expect that Wandong remained standing still after taking his lethal attack.
"Old dog, aren't you afraid the Tianbao Mansion would get razed to the ground once you kill Yaoting? Apart from the Duke of Dingshan, my family wouldn't let you get around that!"
Leng Yuecui had always been keeping a low profile, as she didn't feel up to the limelight of her family. At that moment, she, regardless of anything else, tried to take each chance to save Wandong.
"And my family! If my big brother comes to harm, my dad's three-hundred-thousand-soldier troop shall smash you into flesh paste!"
Wu Yang echoed at the top of his lungs.
Leng Yuecui and Wu Yang's threats raised the eyebrows of Wu Qiujun and Leng Yuecui forthwith.
The Lengs and the Wus were both aristocrats in the Qingyun Empire, boasting distinguished social status as well as power. Compounded with the Xus, the Tianbao Mansion was literally playing with the fire.
They had to move out of the Yunzhong City right after Wandong's death, otherwise, a calamity would come into place.
It seemed not worth it just for the purpose of eradicating Xu Yaoting.
Fairly speaking, The Tiezhan Empire attached loads of importance to the Tianbao Mansion. It was not only a national money spinner but also the headquarter for intelligence collection and foothold for cultivating pro-Tiezhan forces.
In so doing, a great loss was expected. It would only develop to an extent way worse than one could ever picture.
Nevertheless, they had no way back, as it had already come this far.
Wu Qiujun looked back at Qiu Yunchong, as the latter wouldn't be pleased unless Wandong was dead.
Qiu Yunchong responded with a grim smile.
"The Lengs, Wus, and the Xus are indeed big powers in the Qingyun Empire. But, as far as I'm concerned, their power doesn't suffice to go beyond that of the Qingyun Empire. As his royal highness approved, the Tianbao Mansion had every right to dispose of any troublemakers within its boundaries. Nobody had what it takes to go against this protocol, be it anyone from the three great families. It would be more than pleasing if the three families stay in compliance with his royal highness' stipulations. Nonetheless, if you dare to challenge the empire and his royal highness, the Qingyun Empire and my family won't let you have your own way!"
"Haha, General Qiu's promise has dispelled my misgivings! Xu Yaoting, as being said, it's gonna be your doomsday today! Nobody could save you!"
"Old dog! Keep your f**king mouth shut and come at me! For your information, the one who has the ability to kill me hasn't been born yet! Wu Yang, Zong Qi, back up! Don't let the old dog's filthy blood splash onto your clothes!"
"Big brother, what are you talking about? Let's join hands to fight the old dog! He is equally revolting to each of us! Zong Qi, am I right?"
Zong Qi laughed, beaming radiantly.
"Exactly! The old dog is such a disgusting eyesore! I just can't bear a sight of him anymore!"
Wangdong, Wu Yang, and Zong Qi chitchatted in such a leisurely manner that Wu Qiujun appeared literally like a fool.
"Goddamned little bastards! I'm gonna let Death claim all of you!"
Wu Qiujun couldn't withstand their buoyant conversation any longer.
Seeing him fly into a rage, Wandong smiled wryly in spite of himself and looked back at his two silly loyal bros.
Right then, an overwhelming flow of lofty sentiments welled up inside him.
Indeed, he was gonna die, but he had got two most dedicated friends keeping him company.
Nevertheless, when thinking that he wouldn't be able to see Mulian ever again, his heart ached.
"Old dog, don't forget me!"
Leng Yuecui struck in with a growl. She lifted her sword, which shimmered like a lightning radiating on the velvety nocturnal canopy. Her unstoppable force dashed forth with no obstacles, hitting right at Wu Qiujun's heart.
"You damned chick! How dare you make a sneak attack at me!"
Wu Qiujun swerved his body, reaching out his right hand at Leng Yuecui's sword — it got terribly twisted in the blink of an eye.