At this moment, even Liao Yi, standing to the side, had a trace of embarrassment flash across her face.
But after all, he was her own son. She could not help but interject, "My lord, even if Rong'er was at fault first, how can our Hua Family be humiliated like this?"
"If we do not teach them a lesson, how will all the forces in Luoyang City view our Hua Family in the future?"
"Enough! Shut your mouth!"
"If you had not spoiled this brat rotten, how would he be causing trouble everywhere all day long like this!"
"A doting mother raises a ruined son!" Hua Tianyun glared at Liao Yi and said impatiently.
Seeing that he was truly angry, Liao Yi did not dare say another word.
Yet the resentment in her eyes had not diminished in the slightest.
In her eyes, no matter what her son did, he was always right.
That lousy gang only needed to obediently hand over the secret art. Yet they actually dared to resist now—they simply deserved to die!
Hua Tianyun naturally understood what she was thinking.
But he also knew that explaining any further to such a foolish woman would be like playing the lute to a cow.
What was more, he himself was unwilling to let his family's cultivation technique fall into someone else's hands just like that.
He turned to Hua Rong beside him and asked in a grave tone.
"Rong'er, are you certain Old Hua was killed in a single move?"
Hua Rong did not dare lie any longer and could only nod honestly.
Seeing this, Hua Tianyun's brows furrowed even deeper.
If the other side had merely been an ordinary third-rate force, then offending them would have been no great matter.
But the situation now was clearly not