"In your eyes, the Martial Alliance might be an untouchable existence," Lin Mu said indifferently. "But in my eyes, if I want to kill you, what can the Martial Alliance possibly do to me?"
His killing intent surged, a tidal wave threatening to drown Fang Shaoning.
"You... you want to kill me?" Fang Shaoning's pupils shrank as he cried out, "I am a direct descendant of the Fang Family! If you kill me, the Qin Family will be buried with me, and you, Lin Mu, will die a gruesome death!"
"I told you, you overestimate yourself." Lin Mu slowly raised his foot and planted it on Fang Shaoning's face, gradually pressing down.
"If I kill you, someone will indeed be buried with you." Lin Mu gazed down imperiously at Fang Shaoning, his voice as cold as the winter wind. "But it won't be the Qin Family, nor anyone else. It will be your Jiangling Fang Family!"
