White Tiger Hall Master Wu Fengnian!

'Aaaah!'

In an instant, terrified screams and cries rang out throughout the courtyard below.

"What's going on? What in the world is going on?"

"Did Gordon City attack? Why was there no warning at all?"

"My son, my son! He's still down there—he hasn't come out!"

"Can anyone save me?"

"..."

Amid the chaos, a figure shot into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived before Jiang Fan and the others.

When he saw their fearless expressions, his face changed, and he snorted coldly.

"Friends, why have you attacked my White Tiger Hall?"

"If you don't give me an explanation today, you'll be staying here!"

Jiang Fan ignored him and instead turned to Chen Yang.

"He's Wu Fengnian?"

Chen Yang's eyes were bloodshot, as though he wanted to devour someone alive.

Each word burst from between his clenched teeth.

"It's him!"

"I'd recognize him even if he were reduced to ashes!"

Feeling the bone-chilling hostility radiating from Chen Yang, Wu Fengnian was stunned. He carefully examined Chen Yang.

"Your face looks somewhat familiar to me!"

"You resemble the descendant of an old acquaintance. May I ask who you are..."

But Jiang Fan gave him no chance to continue the conversation.

Jiang Fan merely reached out and gave a gentle grab.

'Whoosh!'

Wu Fengnian's body flew toward him against his will.

'Creak!'

Jiang Fan easily clamped a hand around Wu Fengnian's neck.

"So it is you!"

"Looks like we found the right person!"

Wu Fengnian was horrified.

He was a dignified Peak Level 7 Martial Artist, one of the very small number of top-tier experts on Tulip Star.

He had assumed that the few people who came today were merely petty thieves.

They had used external force to blow up his courtyard.

He had never imagined that he