Seeing Han Li scowling as he blocked Patriarch Feng's line of sight, looking like he was about to cause trouble, the Mo Family Head quickly said, "Never mind. Let's look elsewhere."
He had a vague feeling that the aura radiating from the young man was even more terrifying than Master Tian's!
In the past, he wouldn't have been so afraid, but that confrontation with the Tian Family had completely broken his nerve.
His family had suffered a devastating blow, and he, the Family Head, had been left listless for a long time. He still hadn't recovered.
"No!"
Patriarch Feng suddenly bellowed, his eyes locked on Da Hu, whom Yu An was leading by the hand. "You wretched spawn! So you're here! After dragging our family down, you still haven't—"
"Where did this lunatic come from?" Yu An cut him off coldly. "A li, drive them away!"
Han Li gave a slight nod. He unleashed his spiritual power, grabbed Patriarch Feng's clothes with one hand, and threw him.
