Although he had recently witnessed Zuan's skills, what impressed him most was his speed; it was highly unlikely that he could silently eliminate those guards outside.
“Of course I walked in. As the son-in-law of the Chu family, do I need your permission to go home by myself?” Zu An said calmly.
"Son-in-law? Hmph, you think you're a phoenix just because you've climbed up a branch. Without Chu Chuyan, you're nothing. Who in the Chu family truly treats you as a son-in-law?" Chu Tiesheng sneered.
Hong Zhong frowned and said, "Stop talking nonsense, just take him down."
Chu Tiesheng's breath hitched. He thought to himself, "You're ordering me around now? Who's the head of the family, you or me?"
Seeing that Hong Zhong showed no intention of making a move, he gritted his teeth and had no choice but to take action himself, since the other party's cultivation level was higher than his.
As Chu Tiesheng lunged at him, Zu An neither dodged nor avoided him, but stood at a distance and watched him with a cold smile.
Seeing his composure, especially the strange smile on his lips, Chu Tiesheng felt a little uneasy. However, he was a sixth-grade cultivator after all, and with Hong Zhong backing him up, what trouble could this little brat possibly cause?
Just as his palm was about to strike his opponent, a finger suddenly appeared behind him.
That finger was dry and withered, like a rotten branch, looking as if it would break at the slightest touch.
Just then, Hong Zhong's horrified cry rang in his ears: "Retreat quickly!"
Chu Tiesheng's hair stood on end, but he didn't have time to react before the finger touched his forehead.
He froze, his face still bearing the same expression as before, but his eyes had turned completely dull, and he fell heavily to the ground.
Hong Zhong was about to rush over to save him, but when he saw Chu Tiesheng being instantly killed, he stopped himself.
His cultivation level was higher than Chu Tiesheng's, but he could not possibly kill the other party instantly, proving that the newcomer's cultivation level was much higher than his.
Moreover, he hadn't understood that finger strike either; he only felt it was incredibly profound. He even doubted that if he had been in Chu Tiesheng's position, he might not have been able to dodge it.
“Old Man Mi…” Hong Zhong had now recognized the man’s appearance. As the steward, he naturally recognized all the people in the mansion. Wasn’t this the old flower farmer who was usually taciturn and seemed like he could be blown away by the wind?
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