Even if Yuan Chang did nothing, the spreading flames would kill Zhang Yuanrang, let alone if Yuan Chang attacked.
"Your daughter had a stroke of fortune. She arrived sooner than I expected."
The longsword in Yuan Chang's hand pointed at Zhang Yuanrang's throat, its keen sword light seeming ready to pierce straight through it.
Zhang Yuanrang still wanted to say something, but he could no longer speak.
He was only an ordinary man.
In this predicament, death was certain.
He could not even close his eyes.
"You should thank your daughter. If she hadn't rushed here so quickly, I wouldn't be killing you this soon."
Yuan Chang chuckled.
The final signal meant that Zhang Yun was coming.
But when he stationed his scouts, he had placed that final signal far away from the Zhang Family estate.
This was to guard against unforeseen disruptions to the plan.
Originally, it was meant to prevent the Wang Family from suddenly intervening. If the Zhang Family were truly driven into a corner, Zhang Yun might well give herself to the Wang Family to save her father.
Then it would become a struggle between the Wang Family and the Yuan Family.
In fact, once he had dealt with the Zhang Family, he intended to turn his spearhead toward the Wang Family.
The chief culprit who had framed him was an elder of the Wang Family.
"Zhang Yuanrang, may your journey down Yellow Springs Road be a peaceful one."
Squelch...
Boom!
Just as the longsword was about to pierce Zhang Yuanrang's body, the wall to Yuan Chang's left suddenly exploded!
Countless splinters of wood shot through Yuan Chang's body at their greatest speed, as though each were wielded by an invisible swordsman.
Snowflakes scattered-no, blossoms of blood.
Zhang Yuanrang was stunned, and so was Yuan Chang.