Overbearing
Several Eighth Rank Martial Artists at the rear let out cold snorts and moved to block them.
But the instant they came into contact—
They were sent flying.
They crashed to the ground one after another.
A few Eighth Ranks were simply not worth looking at.
Su Ziming and Xiao Yifeng had not even made a move.
If they did, people would die.
Yan Zhong's legs went weak.
"I... I came to find my sister. What are you trying to do...?"
Xiao Yifeng gritted his teeth, his aura terrifying.
Cold sweat instantly broke out across Yan Zhong's back.
"Yan Fei, Yan Fei..." Yan Zhong shouted.
Yan Fei, who was in the room, finally heard him.
She opened the door and ran out.
The outside had already become a complete mess, but she had no time to care.
Seeing Xiao Yifeng about to hit her Older Brother, Yan Fei could only step in to stop him.
"Brother Xiao, don't be impulsive."
Xiao Yifeng had truly developed killing intent.
But since Yan Fei had stopped him, he could not make a move again.
Xiao Meng came out too.
She was startled when she saw the scene outside.
She nearly burst into tears.
Though Yan Zhong was nervous and afraid, with Yan Fei here, they definitely would not make a move.
Damn it, they were actually this strong.
It looked like they were all Ninth Rank or above.
This was far too unreasonable. Where would a few mud-legged peasants get cultivation resources?
Even putting food on the table was a problem. How did they cultivate? And they did not seem to belong to any organization either.
Xiao Yifeng and the others were holding back a bellyful of anger. For sister-in-law's sake, they could refrain from acting.
"What are you doing here?" Su