Battle on the Brink

"What are you getting angry at a girl for? You're already past fifty, yet you're still as shameless as ever. If you want the Qiao Family to make rapid progress and rise to another level, rely on yourself. Don't keep thinking about marriage alliances. Don't treat my precious daughter like one of your tools!"

Feng Yiran could not help but curse as she looked at Qiao Zhentian's ugly face. Although she was also somewhat angry that her daughter had not returned for so many years, she understood that Qiao Na simply did not want to witness such a disgusting scene here.

"So it's the filthy bitch I cast aside. I have no idea where you got the nerve to come to our Qiao Family. I divorced you!"

Qiao Zhengtian finally noticed the woman standing behind the tall boy beside his daughter and spoke with disdain. What use did Qiao Zhentian have for a woman who could not bear him a son? Yang Mei was better—she had given him a big, healthy boy.

"Hmph, I don't want a man who cheats during marriage."

"You! How dare you humiliate me!"

Qiao Zhentian had his sore spot inexplicably struck. He exerted force beneath his feet, and his entire body shot toward Feng Yiran like a black cannonball. His speed was terrifying, like a sharp blade slicing through the sky and leaving behind an explosive sonic boom.

Neither Jing Hang nor Qiao Na moved. They simply stood there, intending to watch Qiao Zhentian make a fool of himself. Only Feng Yiran was so frightened that she crouched down on the spot, clutching her head.

Qiao Zhentian held out his right hand, which instantly transformed into a massive wolf claw covered in purple fur. A dark shadowy ball of light gathered between those wolf claws.