"Someone actually dared to kill my nephew!"
Dongfang Wen finally came to his senses. He shot to his feet, his moon-white robe billowing without any wind as a fierce aura spread from his body.
There was not the slightest trace of grief on his face, only icy, sinister coldness. His voice was as vicious as a poison-tempered blade:
"No matter what stray dog or mangy cat you are, since you dared touch someone from my Dongfang Family, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, my Dongfang Family will grind your bones to dust!"
Although he had never gotten along with Dongfang Wu, Dongfang Hao's father, Dongfang Hao was still a direct descendant of the Dongfang Family.
He had been publicly beheaded in Qingzhou City. This was a slap in the Dongfang Family's face!
If word got out, what face would the Dongfang Family have left?
"Where is Young Master Hao's body?"
Li Xuanfeng took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the fury in his heart before asking hoarsely.
Dongfang Wen coldly turned his gaze toward the guard. The killing intent in his eyes was almost enough to devour a person.
The guard struggled to climb to his feet and said shakily:
"Elder Li... Third Master, Young Master Hao's body has already been carried outside! I'll have them bring it in right away!"
With that, he crawled and stumbled toward the courtyard gate.
A moment later, two guards carried in a stretcher covered with a white cloth, their footsteps heavy.
Li Xuanfeng walked forward trembling and suddenly pulled away the white cloth.
Dongfang Hao's corpse lay on the stretcher. The flesh around his neck was mangled,
and the wide-open eyes in his head still held deep terror and disbelief.
"What a vicious heart! What vicious methods!"
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