Dead.
All dead.
Su Yinglong and the Su family members stood frozen in shock, their eyes fixed on the fallen rogue cultivators sent by the Yulin Wang Clan. One after another, these powerful reinforcements had been slain, leaving the Su family utterly defenseless.
A suffocating sense of dread gripped their hearts, their confidence shattered like glass.
"Haha! The heavens are on my side!"
Sun Fenglin's laughter broke the oppressive silence. Though his body was battered and his wounds severe, he couldn't suppress his elation.
Gritting his teeth through the pain, he swallowed a healing pill. As the medicine worked its magic, he slowly pushed himself to his feet.
Freed from the oppressive force of the slain rogue cultivators, Sun Fengxuan and Sun Congyun also rose, their eyes gleaming with resolve.
"Now," Sun Fengxuan declared coldly, his gaze fixed on Su Yinglong, "it's time for the Sun family to collect its debts."
