A terrifying thought suddenly popped into Yun Tianlong's mind.

This thought made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body turning ice-cold.

But... how is that possible?

Qin Yang looks like he's only in his early twenties!

Such a young person at the mid-stage... or even late-stage of the Saint Realm?

This is simply a fantasy!

"No...impossible...absolutely impossible..."

He shook his head frantically, trying to shake the terrible thought out of his mind.

However, the facts were right in front of him, leaving him no choice but to believe them.

"Snap!"

Qin Yang appeared in front of Yun Tianlong.

His face was expressionless.

His eyes were terrifyingly cold.

"You...you..."

Yun Tianlong was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a thud, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but found that his throat was blocked by something and he couldn't make a sound at all.

"I...I..."

He stammered and spoke incoherently.

"Patriarch Yun, do you have anything to say now?"

Qin Yang's voice was cold and indifferent, like the pronouncement of death.

"I...I was wrong...Mr. Qin...I was really wrong..."

Yun Tianlong finally realized what was happening and desperately kowtowed, begging for mercy.

"Please...please spare my life...I'm willing...I'm willing to give you all of the Yun family's wealth..."

He was in tears and looked utterly disheveled.

Where is even a trace of the aura of the head of the family?

"Just spare my life... I'll do anything..."

He was still pleading, hoping that Qin Yang would spare his life.

However, Qin Yang's eyes remained completely unmoved.

"It's too late."

He coldly uttered two words.

The next second, he reached out and grabbed Yun Tianlong by the neck.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound.

Yun Tianlong's head drooped limply.

His eyes still held a deep sense of fear and resentment.

A powerful figure has fallen.

Qin Yang released his grip, and Yun Tianlong's body slumped to the ground.