After casually killing the middle-aged man as well, Ning Wangshu glanced around at the young masters and heiresses of Yuncheng.
Seeing them trembling like cicadas in winter, shivering uncontrollably, their faces full of fear and awe, Ning Wangshu ignored them and said to Tong Rui and Tong Zhan, "Xiaorui, Uncle Tong, let's go!"
"Okay, okay!"
Tong Zhan hurriedly replied.
Tong Rui gave a soft answer too, then immediately followed Ning Wangshu away.
This time, no one tried to stop them.
Even Ye Nanfeng, the Guangnan Prince, had been killed without mercy for stopping Ning Wangshu and provoking him. How could they dare risk their lives?
They watched as Ning Wangshu and the others left.
Only after their figures had completely disappeared from sight did the young masters and heiresses of Yuncheng finally let out a long breath.
They suddenly felt as if a great weight had lifted from them.
Although Ning Wangshu had long since withdrawn the pressure of his aura, after witnessing him brazenly kill Ye Nanfeng, crush Wang Xuanyang's spiritual projection, and kill the middle-aged man, they still felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.
It was as if a massive boulder were pressing down on their chests, leaving them utterly stifled!
Now that Ning Wangshu had left, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief and relax.
Even so, their foreheads were still covered in sweat. They hurriedly wiped away the cold sweat and looked toward the direction Ning Wangshu had gone, still shaken and relieved to have escaped.
"Phew, he's finally gone! Damn, that was terrifying. Absolutely horrifying!"
"Yeah. When I saw the look in his eyes, I felt myself trembling all over. He's a true ruthless man—and the kind of peerless ruthless man who has no scruples!"
"Do you even need to ask? He killed Young