Lu Chengwen thought about it and agreed. Martial Uncle might be a bit shady in the way he handled things, but he had never done anything this immoral and tasteless.
Zhou Yangqing flew into a rage. "So you were the one who captured my daughter before? Take this!"
Zhou Yangqing slashed horizontally. Ming Disha flicked a finger and knocked the blade aside, then instantly appeared beside Lu Chengwen. "Little Lu Zi, I'm taking you out of here!"
Lu Chengwen grabbed Ming Disha's arm. "Martial Uncle, Xue Ning and Xiao Hua!"
Ming Disha said, "Brother, how am I supposed to take five people by myself? I can only take you!"
Hua Xuening shouted, "Master, leave quickly! Don't worry about us!"
Zhuge Xiaohua added, "Master, don't concern yourself with us! We're not afraid of death!"
Zhou Yangqing had truly been shocked by Ming Disha's move just now. But the outrage done to his daughter was unforgivable. Ignoring the difference in their strength, he charged forward again.
Ming Disha yanked Lu Chengwen aside and caught the flat of Zhou Yangqing's blade in one hand. Smiling, he said, "The person who can kill me hasn't been born yet!"
Zhou Yangqing was furious. "Wang Dabiao! You've gone too far!"
At that moment, Patriarch Zhai seized Hua Xuening and held his sword across her throat. "Lu Chengwen! If you dare leave, I'll kill her! You care about her a great deal, don't you?"
Lu Chengwen pointed at Patriarch Zhai, Zhai Wancheng. "Zhai! Touch her even once, and I'll make your entire clan pay with their lives!"
Patriarch Zhai's eyes widened. "Do you think I, Zhai, was scared into growing up!? Brother Feng and I are Oath Siblings. You killed my brother—how could I possibly spare you!?"
Zhou Yangqing walked back and seized Zhuge Xiaohua. "Lu Chengwen,