Xiao Ran's voice was icy, sending a chill through Wangcai to the depths of his soul. He turned to Chang Baisui, his eyes blazing with Killing Intent, and strode over in a single bound. As Chang Baisui stared at him in shock, Wangcai kicked the fool flying.
Chang Baisui was sent tumbling more than ten meters, his body hitting the ground like a sandbag. The impact left him dazed and reeling. His chest throbbed with pain, as if several ribs had broken, and a metallic sweetness surged into his mouth. He struggled to lift his head, his face smeared with dirt and blood. His eyes were bloodshot with pain and disbelief as he glared at Wangcai and rasped through gritted teeth:
"You! You dare?!"
But Wangcai didn't even bother to raise an eyelid at Chang Baisui's furious glare, let alone look him in the eye.
Things were different now!
Wangcai sneered inwardly. In the past, a little evil spirit like him would have had to kneel and kowtow when he saw Chang Baisui, respectfully and fearfully calling him "Minister."
But today, Plum Blossom Daoist stood behind him. The fact that Wangcai hadn't kicked Chang Baisui to death on the spot was already a courtesy to Seventh Master Liu.
"Continue."
Xiao Ran's two indifferent words cut deeper than the frigid winds beyond the pass.
Wangcai immediately understood. He straightened his back, menace gleaming in his little eyes, and shouted sharply at the procession and those ahead, "In front of Plum Blossom Daoist, anyone who blocks the road will be killed without mercy!"
The procession became a billowing cloud of black smoke and surged forward, rushing through the Chang Family's gates.
"You've gone too far!"
The procession had barely entered when an angry shout rang out.
Then two red lights flickered in