Tan Qingying's smile bloomed like a flower. Meanwhile, everyone else in the hall remained rooted to their spots. They seemed petrified.0

What had they just witnessed? The son of the Ouyang family head had been killed. The four bodyguards had also been killed. It felt as though the sky had collapsed. Killing Tan Shengwei was one thing. But killing Ouyang Shengyi? How would they answer to the Ouyang family? This was tantamount to a declaration of war.0

The Second Grandmother, Fourth Grandfather, and the others turned to look at Li Xiaofei. They wanted to scold him, but they did not dare. They wanted to speak, but no words came. Only now did they realize that the young man who had remained silent all this time was not silent out of fear or inexperience. He simply had not bothered to respond.0

Li Xiaofei wiped the blood from his hands, holding the rusty sword at his side as he stood next to Tan Qingying. He deliberately spoke loudly, “If anyone else is dissatisfied with you sitting in the family head’s seat, speak up now. I’ll kill them all for...0