Super War God in the City

Standing beside Ling Fan, He Jiayi’s small mouth fell open in shock, her face a picture of confusion. She had no idea what had just happened. Ling Fan had hit her uncle?

The thoughts of the people in the hall surged back. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Dad, you... you didn’t recognize the wrong person, did you?" Lu Hanshan said in utter disbelief.

Could this bumpkin He Jiayi brought back actually have the strength to injure her father?

He Qingyang too was shaken to the core. Could the young man his daughter brought back really be the enemy who injured Lu Feichen?

The moment Qiu Jianbai recovered from the shock, rage flooded his face. "Damn it, it was you who injured my uncle. You really chose not to take the open road to heaven but to barge into the gates of hell instead. Today, you won’t be leaving this door horizontally!"

Lu Hanshan, who had been somewhat nervous, felt emboldened by Qiu Jianbai’s words. She pointed at Ling Fan with a snort of anger, "You are truly arrogant to the extreme. Not only did you injure my father, but now you also have the audacity to come here and snatch away Young Master Qiu’s fiancée, paying no heed to the Lu and Qiu families. Did you come here today to show off?" Continue your story on empire

With a cold face, Lu Hanshan used just a few words to make Ling Fan the target of public wrath, especially by involving the Qiu family. Today, it would be difficult for this bumpkin to leave alive.

The faces of everyone in the hall turned incredibly sour. Lu Hanshan was right. Ling Fan had injured Lu Feichen first and then showed up at the door, claiming to be He Jiayi’s boyfriend.

This was not a simple visit, but a blatant provocation and show of force, to put it precisely, a disdainful and dismissive act towards the Qiu family.

In everyone’s minds, it was impossible for Ling Fan to be unaware of the relationships at play here, including that between He Jiayi and the Qiu family.

Qiu Jianbai was no fool. If everyone else could think of it, how could he not? His face turned so dark it seemed water could drip from it.

"Kid, you’ve got some nerve, daring to come here and challenge the authority of the Qiu family. I really want to see what makes you so capable that you’d dare to be so presumptuous!" snarled Qiu Jianbai coldly.

"Hahaha!" Lu Feichen suddenly burst into laughter.

"Boy, I wasn’t planning on troubling you any further, but you actually followed me from Binzhou to Ice City. I, Lu, admit defeat since I was bested in skill.

But now you brazenly snatch away Young Master Qiu’s fiancée, do you want to make enemies with the entire Qiu family?" Lu Feichen felt immensely satisfied in his heart.

He had wanted the Qiu family’s help before, but it was a favor. Now, however, it was different—this fool had barged in on his own, practically seeking death.

Finally, He Jiayi snapped out of her daze, pulled Ling Fan, and said in disbelief, "Ling Fan, what... what’s going on here?"

Ling Fan laughed, "Haha, it’s nothing. Is he the one from the Scattered Cultivator Clans you were talking about?"

He Jiayi nodded dumbly, "He’s my cousin’s fiancé, Qiu Jianbai!"

"Mm, don’t worry. Today, I’ll take care of the Qiu family for you!" Ling Fan said indifferently.

As soon as Ling Fan spoke, the few people in the hall were instantly stunned.

Qiu Jianbai’s eyes nearly popped out; he suspected he was hallucinating and looked at Ling Fan as if he were a madman.

Lu Feichen’s laughter abruptly stopped, and he stared at Ling Fan in disbelief. He’d seen plenty of people who didn’t know their own limits, but never had he encountered someone so blindly arrogant.

Even He Qingyang’s face darkened. The audacity knew no bounds; this was Ice City, the home field of the Qiu family. Even if you were a fearsome dragon or tiger elsewhere, here in Ice City, in front of the Qiu family, you’d better coil up and lie down!

"Jiayi, if your friend doesn’t know better, don’t you? Get him to apologize to Young Master Qiu right away!" Chen Xue’s heart was soft. She couldn’t bear to see the young man her daughter had brought home splattered with blood on the spot and quickly scolded her daughter.

He Jiayi stood rooted to the spot, suddenly feeling hesitant and somewhat regretting bringing Ling Fan back. The Qiu family was not just one person but a clan; Ling Fan was alone and vulnerable. What if something unexpected happened?

"Ling... Ling Fan, maybe you should apologize! The Qiu family seems very powerful," He Jiayi whispered with pursed lips.

"Heh, apologize? What do you think the Qiu family is, thinking an apology will end this? Today, unless I cripple my own cultivation and break both legs, I can forget about leaving through this door!" Lu Hanshan sneered with a gloomy expression.

My father had his arm broken and his cultivation destroyed by this person, and now this idiot has delivered himself to the door; with the Qiu family’s backing, how could I let him off so easily?

He Huiyun kept silent; she definitely wouldn’t plead for Ling Fan. Not to speak out and mock was already a concession.

She was only worried that Lu Feichen would come to harm. With the Qiu family stepping in, any further persuasion would only alienate her family members.

"Hehe, Hanshan is right, what do you think my Qiu family is? You insulted the Qiu family, and you think an apology will settle it? It’s not just about crippling your own cultivation and breaking your legs but breaking all four limbs!" Qiu Jianbai said with an icy look, staring at Ling Fan.

He Jiayi immediately felt nervous, and her regret deepened.

He Qingyang shook his head, "Jiayi, come here, you are not deeply involved and don’t understand the complexity of society, being tricked by others. The Qiu family won’t blame you for your ignorance!"

In He Qingyang’s eyes, Ling Fan was already a dead man; he did not want to involve his daughter and quickly tried to extricate her.

He Jiayi turned pale, remained silent, and after a long while, slowly raised her head as if she had made some significant decision.

"I’ve made up my mind; my heart recognizes only him. If he lives today, I live; if he dies, I die. Marrying Qiu Yu is out of the question. If he wants to marry, he’ll have to marry my corpse!" He Jiayi’s gaze was resolute.

She was determined to "Break the Cauldrons and Sink the Boats," having thought about this for a long time. Having finally met Ling Fan, her hope, whether it led to victory or defeat, she had to bet everything today. It was just a matter of life or death.

"You... you..." He Qingyang was so angry he trembled, his whole body shaking. His daughter had gone mad; she was about to doom the He family to utter destruction.

Chen Xue felt a chill in her heart, "It’s over. My daughter must have been bewitched by this fellow, dragging the He family into disaster!"

A sinister look flashed in Qiu Jianbai’s eyes, He Jiayi’s actions were an outright slap in the face of the Qiu family.

"You wench, you’ll suffer in the Qiu family! Did you really think my cousin Qiu Yu would fancy a piece of trash from the Secular World?

It’s just for fun. Who do you think you are, daring to slap the Qiu family in the face?!" Qiu Jianbai sneered inwardly.

Even Lu Hanshan was shocked, never expecting her cousin to do something so insane; she truly seemed tired of living.

"Hmph, you chose not to live a good life. Just wait until you enter the Qiu family and suffer every torment!" Lu Hanshan said with a face full of scorn.

She knew that the Qiu family was not to be offended lightly, especially Qiu Yu, who was rumored to have some peculiarly deviant preferences.

In the main hall, the Lu family members reveled in Schadenfreude, while the He couple shivered all over, feeling like they had fallen into an abyss, afraid to imagine what they would face next!

Qiu Jianbai looked at them as if they were already dead, his face filled with a dark, cold smile.

He Jiayi’s hands were ice cold, but her face showed unwavering determination as she stood by Ling Fan’s side.

Only Ling Fan seemed calm and composed, quietly observing everyone in the room, his face indifferent.

"You have three breaths to cripple your own cultivation and kneel to beg for mercy; otherwise, you will be fortunate enough to experience my methods firsthand!" Qiu Jianbai took a step forward, his voice menacing.