"Ninth Uncle."
Facing this clan elder's feigned majesty, Wang Chen smiled. "I came today to collect the blood debt owed to my father. Are you sure you want to interfere in this matter?"
This clan elder had always favored Ling Hongfeng. Everyone in the Ling Family knew it!
Ninth Uncle's breathing caught at once.
Though Wang Chen wore a smile, his eyes were utterly cold. He looked at Ninth Uncle as if he were looking at a dead man.
To Ninth Uncle, Ling Zhiyuan, who favored literature and despised martial arts, had never been an ideal candidate to inherit the family estate. His relationship with Ling Hongyun was also strained, and by extension, he detested Ling Zhiyuan as well.
So although Ling Zhiyuan's arrival today had been extremely sudden, and he was even dressed in the uniform of the Blood-Clad Guard, he still wanted to put on the airs of a clan elder and see whether he could suppress the former with his own prestige.
Ninth Uncle's reasoning was also perfectly sound—family shame must not be aired abroad, and the Ling Family could not fall into internal turmoil again!
Yet no matter how many reasons he had, faced with Wang Chen, who seemed like an entirely different person, this clan elder felt a sudden chill. He forcibly swallowed the words he had wanted to say.
Wang Chen ignored the old man and swept his gaze across the hall before declaring loudly, "Everyone, I, Ling Zhiyuan, have come today to settle karmic debts. Those unrelated to this matter, please do not meddle. Otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?"
Before Wang Chen could finish, a middle-aged man in a purple robe strode forward with his head held high. He said coldly, "As a junior, you show no respect for your elders and commit such heinous