"I hope Miss Wen keeps her word. I am not a member of the Bai family, and there is no irreconcilable enmity between us.
"If you truly force my wife and me into a corner, then do not blame us for resorting to a move that takes us all down together."
Zhou An first cast a deep look at his wife, Yu Hui, signaling for her to obey all his orders and not act rashly. Only then did he speak to Wen Jingjing.
He felt an inexplicable fear toward Wen Jingjing, much like the feeling of a pure little boy who had never known hardship when he encountered a vicious old witch with cruel methods.
Thus, though he had a trump card, he had no desire to oppose Wen Jingjing. It was a strange sort of mindset.
Of course, there was another important reason: he believed Xiang Yang and Nan Fenglan would be far easier to deal with than Wen Jingjing.
The instant his words fell, Zhou An's eyes flashed. His right hand pressed against the snow-white bronze pillar beside him. Its icy touch jolted his nerves. With a slight slide of his palm's edge, an incomparably sharp burst of force screeched as it sheared through the incomparably hard bronze pillar. Then he struck it with all his strength.
With a howl, the enormous half-pillar shot out like a hurled projectile, carrying peerless force and power as it tore through the air toward Xiang Yang and Nan Fenglan on the platform outside the stone chamber.
Such ferocious exertion, such ingenious force generation—it was no wonder he had received guidance from a father who had attained the Dao. His strength was anything but ordinary.
Compared with the so-called Shakyamuni Throwing an Elephant, this martial art was hardly inferior. Even a master