After Liu Ruyan exposed Ito Makoto's scheme, the atmosphere grew unbearably tense.
Ito Makoto's face went pale, and his body trembled nonstop, as though he could not accept what had happened.
Liu Ruyan stood beside Ji Boda, her gaze resolute and her expression icy.
"Sigh. Yin Tengcheng, stay at my home for a few days." Ji Boda looked at Yin Tengcheng with a conflicted expression and waved a hand.
Several Ji Family guards immediately closed in and surrounded Ito Makoto. Liu Ruyan's father shut his eyes, a jumble of emotions churning within him.
"Hahaha! Ito Makoto, I told you this would be useless." An arrogant voice rang out, and a massive palm imprint descended from the sky, sending the guards flying.
Ji Boda, Liu Ruyan, and the others looked toward the voice in astonishment. A mysterious masked man in black had appeared before them.
He radiated a powerful presence and fluctuations of soul power. He was clearly a Soul Douluo.
"Who are you?" Ji Boda's father, Ji Sijian, demanded, his face dark.
"Hahaha! The man who'll kill you!" the mysterious man sneered.
Just then, the sounds of fighting came from the distance. The main gate was some way from here, yet the noise carried clearly to them.
All the guests were startled. Someone had actually come to their door to stir up trouble, and judging by the commotion, it was no small disturbance. They wondered how the Ji Family would handle this sudden turn of events.
"Seventh Uncle, go see what's happening," Ji Sijian instructed the steward.
"Yes, Master," the elderly Seventh Uncle replied, preparing to investigate.
But before he could leave, over a hundred men in black poured in from outside. The three at their head radiated powerful fluctuations of soul power. They, too, were Soul Douluos. Together with