In that instant,
Feng Yan'an thought of many things.
His heart was filled with worry for the Feng Family's future.
Yet he never once doubted that he was about to die.
But...
Death did not come.
Black light flashed, and a thin blood thread cut across the sky.
Boom!
Blade Qi like Dragon!
A long saber flew through the air with no one wielding it. It stopped before Feng Yan'an, blocking Feng Yanning's keen claws.
Killing intent radiated from the saber.
Its edge was unyielding, its aura so fierce that even the frenzied Feng Yanning had to draw back his claws.
Feng Yanning halted his attack and roared.
Instinctively, he looked in one direction.
Something over there seemed exquisitely delicious.
Ten times, a hundred times more delicious than everyone before him combined!
Feng Yan'an could not help looking that way too.
Under the moonlight, a slender figure approached as though walking upon the moon.
His face was unremarkable, yet at that moment, he looked like a being from another world.
"Long Ye."
Feng Yan'an whispered in disbelief.
He was not alone. Every member of the Feng Family who could still move stared in shock.
Long Ye?
The man who had come to the Feng Family with the Old Madman, spent all three days buried in the Library Pavilion, and barely spoken to anyone—what was he doing here?
Su Ye touched down lightly before the Feng Family.
Without turning, he asked in an even voice,
"Can you still stand?"
Feng Yan'an struggled to his feet. "Brother Long, the Feng Family is grateful for your kindness, but my elder brother has gone berserk. His strength is beyond anything we can withstand! And that man in black..."
He glanced toward the figure atop the wall.
"Please do the Feng Family one last favor.