The old man stared at Du Tianxiong's face, which was horribly distorted with terror. The corners of his mouth hooked upward into a smug, triumphant smile, his expression mirroring that of a crafty fox taking malicious pleasure in watching a prey trapped in its meticulously crafted snare struggle in despair, his eyes brimming with mockery for the victim.
"Hmph, juniors!" The old man's piercing, grating voice tore through the air, echoing long and hard over the Du Family estate like the mournful cry of a night owl. Every syllable struck like a cold dagger straight into the hearts of the Du Family members. "We few are not bloodthirsty fiends; we had no original intention of launching a massacre and turning this Du Family into a bloody shambles. However, that Du Bufan has acted with unbridled audacity, lacking all sense of proportion by offending the colossal Divine Martial Prince's Estate. For such a grave crime, your Du Family must provide an explanation. Hand him over, and obediently surrender all the property of the Du Family, and perhaps you can appease the boundless fury of the Prince's Estate. Otherwise, hmph, I will surely plunge your Du Family into eternal damnation, stain this land with blood, and reduce your clan to a wasteland in the martial world!" With that, a flash of ruthless determination crossed his eyes, venomous as a striking viper, before he turned back to exchange a deeply meaningful look with Ding Chen and the Red-Haired Ghost—a gaze so chillingly sinister…
Chapter 108