Making a Declaration

Making a Declaration

Yang Wanjun's imposing presence was no joke.

His fury surged layer upon layer. Even the Long family's clan-protecting martial arts experts could not help frowning when they saw how he looked ready to risk his life.

Long Qingyuan blew his beard and glared.

He truly had not expected things to develop to this point.

Everything had been fine at the beginning.

Until Shen Wuxiao came by once, everything changed.

That bastard was a harbinger of disaster.

"Wanjun, are you truly going to make an enemy of my Long family?" Long Qingyuan saw that he was brimming with rage.

The way Yang Wanjun looked as though he wanted nothing more than to chop them to death with one swing of his axe displeased him greatly.

Naturally, he would not actually have the martial artists kill Yang Wanjun.

If Yang Wanjun had been alone, then no matter what, he would not have been able to leave today.

But Desperate Heavenly King stood behind him.

In these troubled times, Long Qingyuan was still counting on Desperate Heavenly King to become one of his greatest aids.

If he killed his adopted son now, then neither side could dream of standing on the same side again.

Yang Wanjun glared coldly. "My godfather is on good terms with the Long family, so naturally I do not wish to become enemies with the Long family."

"But your Long family has gone too far in bullying others. I came here wholeheartedly to help you, yet this is the treatment I received."

"Since that is the case, why should I humiliate myself?"

"If you want to make a move, then make a move. There is no need to put on this hypocritical act here. If I, Yang Wanjun, so much as furrow my brow, then I