"Big brother! Big brother..."
When Feng Xu saw Feng Yuan hanging in midair, his face twisted in pain and his whole body convulsing, he was horrified and hurried forward.
Hearing his younger brother's voice, Feng Yuan grew agitated. A faint "huh, huh" sound escaped his throat, but his mouth was completely sealed, so he couldn't say a word. He could only look at Feng Xu with pleading eyes.
Feng Xu immediately glared at Ning Wangshu and the others, and snarled through clenched teeth, "Bastards! How dare you do this to my big brother? Let him down right now!"
Ning Wangshu glanced at him and sneered. "Let him down? Hah. You say so, and I'm supposed to do it? Who do you think you are?"
Ning Wangshu's scornful mockery enraged Feng Xu. "You're asking for death!"
He immediately turned to the man behind him. "Master..."
But before he could finish, the man raised a hand to stop him. Then he looked at Ning Wangshu, his eyes narrowing as he said coldly, "Who are you, Excellency? You're far too arrogant."
"Be that as it may, he is my disciple. You dare show such contempt for him? You clearly don't take me seriously!"
The man then added with an air of cold arrogance, "I'll give you three breaths. Put him down at once, then get on your knees and beg my forgiveness. Otherwise, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
Hearing this, Feng Xu immediately began to swagger. "You heard him! Put my big brother down right now, or you'll pay with your lives!"
Feng Yuan, suspended in midair by the invisible hand Ning Wangshu had conjured, began struggling excitedly. His face was full of righteous indignation.
Feng Xu's words made Ning Wangshu's expression turn cold. He swept a chilling glance over him.