"Elder, let me kill him myself and take his head!"
The disciple charged straight at Zhang Yuanrang as soon as he finished speaking, the sword at his waist already drawn.
In an instant, both Yuan Siyuan and Zhang Yuanrang paled.
That was why people who were used to using their brains feared reckless brutes.
When a scholar met a soldier, all the reason in the world was useless.
This impulsive disciple had thrown Zhang Yuanrang's calculations into chaos in a single stroke. After all, everything Zhang Yuanrang had said was true.
Damn it.
Zhang Yuanrang knew he could not sit there waiting to die. He had no choice but to fight back.
Yet even an ordinary disciple of the Yuan Family had cultivated, and his strength had long since surpassed that of a martial artist. Zhang Yuanrang was merely a physically strong fighter, and he did not even have a weapon in hand.
He tried to dodge, but there was no way he could evade the attack.
The sword had already sliced through the air and was about to kill Zhang Yuanrang outright.
Even now, no one had appeared. No one came to save Zhang Yuanrang.
When Yuan Siyuan saw this, he could not stop the corners of his mouth from lifting, and he chuckled inwardly.
Zhang Yuanrang had schemed himself into a dead end and brought ruin upon himself.
At the same time, Yuan Siyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed the senior backing Zhang Yuanrang truly was absent. Otherwise, that person would have appeared long ago.
Yuan Siyuan could not help wondering why that person was no longer here.
In truth, from the Yuan Family's perspective, they only needed to destroy the Zhang Family to preserve their reputation. The actual murderer who had killed Yuan Chang was