"Hm?"
Hearing Ning Wangshu's words, Pang Aochen's expression stiffened. He turned to look at Ning Wangshu and forced himself to remain calm. "Y-you... what do you want?"
Though he appeared calm, his tone gave away the panic he felt inside.
The Hongmen disciples were even more alarmed and terrified. They looked at Ning Wangshu anxiously, swallowing nervously.
They knew that they were nothing more than meat on a chopping board now, while Ning Wangshu held the knife. Their lives were in his hands.
Whether he would let them go or how he would deal with them was entirely up to him!
Ning Wangshu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Pang Aochen, speaking unhurriedly. "You may not know this about me, but I've always held a grudge, and I don't take threats from anyone."
"Whether it's your Junior Nephew or you, the moment you said you wanted to kill me, you were already dead men!"
"I gave you a chance before. I told you to get out of Linchuan and Jiangnan Province, but you didn't take it."
"So you still think you can leave now? Don't you think that's a little naive?"
With that, Ning Wangshu let out a cold laugh.
Since he had already killed Zhao Wuji and made an enemy of them, how could Ning Wangshu let Pang Aochen leave?
Besides, just as Ning Wangshu had said, Zhao Wuji and Pang Aochen had brought their deaths upon themselves by daring to threaten him to his face.
What was more, neither of them had held back when they attacked him.
If he had been an ordinary person, or had been lacking in cultivation, then Zhao Wuji's earlier punch alone would have been enough to kill him!
Hearing Ning Wangshu's words, Pang Aochen's expression changed drastically, and a trace of