As Shi Tianyong strode toward the manor gate, he solemnly gave instructions to everyone.

However, his words did not attract much attention.

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, their faces showing disdain. In their eyes, Fang Han was just a young man in his early twenties. Even if he had some skills, how strong could he be?

They had never heard of a young prodigy named Fang Han emerging from Yanming City. Many secretly speculated that Shi Wenshan and Shi Yujiao's defeat in Yanming City must have been due to a trap set by Lin Yao of the Poison King Sect and Lin Xunhuan of the Lin Yin Pavilion.

Soon, Shi Tianyong and Wen Min led seventy or eighty Shi family experts to the manor gate in a menacing manner.

By this time, dusk had fallen, and the setting sun cast long, blood-red shadows of everyone.

Just as everyone was on high alert, a rapid sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from afar.

Fang Han, Fang Yingxue, Fang Qing, Gongsun Yaoqin, Zhou Chi, Ye Qianqian, Ye Qianqiu, and others rode into the manor like a black torrent.

The setting sun, like blood, cast its last rays upon the bluestone square at the entrance of the Shi Family Manor, draping it in a somber atmosphere.

"Shi Tianyong, your son and daughter have offended me, my sister Fang Yingxue, and my apprentice Gongsun Yaoqin. Judging from your posture, you're here to seek revenge?"

Fang Han, riding on his big black horse, looked at Shi Tianyong and said.

Shi Tianyong and Shi Wenshan were indeed father and son, and their appearances were seven or eight tenths similar. The only difference was their ages. However, the years had left deep marks on Shi Tianyong's face, so he recognized the tall man in his fifties at a glance as Shi Tianyong, the head of the Shi family.

"So you're Fang Han from Yanming City? You crippled my son and daughter, and you still dare to barge into my Shi family? Aren't you afraid I'll chop off your limbs and turn you into human pigs?"

Shi Tianyong's eyes widened as if they were about to spit fire, staring fiercely at Fang Han, his eyes brimming with murderous intent, and the air around him seemed to freeze because of his anger.

"I crippled Shi Wenshan and Shi Yujiao, and they deserved it. They dared to covet my sister and disciple, and even tried to capture me to use as a cultivation furnace. On Sunset Grassland, I only taught them a lesson and didn't take their lives. But instead of being grateful, they went to Yanming City, trying to harm us again."

Fang Han's lips curled into a cold smile, his words full of contempt, "I spared their lives, which is already an extraordinary act of mercy. Lin Yao of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, didn't you tell him to go to Yanming City and apologize to me in person?"

"Lin Yao did mention that, but I've long since concluded that you're secretly colluding with Lin Yao!"

Shi Tianyong gritted his teeth and said, word by word, his facial muscles contorted with rage, "You've delivered yourself to our doorstep today, saving us a lot of trouble. Originally, my Shi family planned to march on Yanming City tomorrow to settle accounts with you!"

"Since you're so eager for revenge, then bring it on. But in my eyes, you bunch of rabble are nothing but chickens and dogs. If you meet me, you'll only face death."

Fang said coldly and indifferently.

"Boy, don't be so arrogant! I, Shi Shengrui, will take you on!"

Shi Xiu's son, Shi Shengrui, could not contain his anger and charged out like an enraged lion.

He swiftly drew the long sword from his waist, its blade gleaming coldly in the setting sun, radiating a chilling killing intent as it pointed directly at Fang Han.

Shi Shengrui is twenty-five years old this year, five years older than Fang Han. As a high-level martial artist, he is only one step away from the Martial Grandmaster realm.

Among the younger generation of the Shi family, he has always been arrogant and proud, confident in his martial arts skills. Hearing Fang Han's arrogance, he was already burning with anger and believed that defeating Fang Han would be a piece of cake.

"Shi Shengrui, you are not worthy to fight my young master. I'll play a few moves with you!"

Upon seeing this, Zhou Chi jumped off his horse without hesitation.

He was tall and imposing, like a small mountain, and held a heavy sword in his hand. The sword was thick and ancient, exuding a powerful aura.

Because of the previous long-distance telepathic communication, Shi Tianyong naturally knew that Fang Han was unfathomable.

If Shi Shengrui were to rashly challenge Fang Han, it would undoubtedly be like throwing an egg against a rock.

Seeing that Fang Han had not made a move, he felt somewhat relieved.

As a high-level martial arts master, Shi Tianyong could tell at a glance that Zhou Chi had just entered the high-level martial arts realm.

Shi Shengrui has been immersed in the advanced martial arts realm for many years, accumulating profound knowledge and skills. He is only one step away from the martial arts grandmaster realm, making him a standout among advanced martial arts masters.

In Shi Tianyong's view, Shi Shengrui defeating Zhou Chi was an easy task.

"You big dummy, I'll kill you first, then I'll deal with Fang Han!"

Shi Shengrui sneered, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

He pushed off with his feet, and the long sword in his hand, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, slashed fiercely towards Zhou Chi like a silver ribbon.