Zu An turned around and looked at Meng Jing. He asked, “Doesn’t your Meng clan always flaunt your deep backing? What other things are you hiding? You can bring them all out now.”2

Meng Jing and the others were already completely overwhelmed. The series of events so far had already left them so shocked their minds went blank.1

What other trump cards could the Meng clan have? Those trump cards were already enough to wipe out countless powerful individuals, and yet not a single one of them was effective against you!1

Noticing the other side's silence, Zu An waved his hand, pulling Meng Jing into the air. He clenched his hand, raising Meng Jing into the air by the neck. He said indifferently, “Since you don’t have anything else, the two of us can now properly settle our debts.”1

As he spoke, the Bonewater Cleaver moved around a bit in the sky, as if it were deciding which angle it wanted to take to remove Meng Jing's head.1

Meng Jing’s face turned ashen.0

Do you have to torment me like this…1

What was more frightening than death itself? The waiting for impending death.0

Suddenly, several voices shouted from afar, “Lower the blade and spare that man!”3

Five elders flew over from different directions; they all had white hair, but their complexions were healthy. They wore gorgeous clothing that symbolized extraordinary statuses....0