"Brother, I'll capture this kid."
A fierce glint flashed in Wu Zhenyu's eyes. He stepped forward and said to Wu Jianbo in a deep voice.
At first, he was full of disdain. He didn't even have the interest to make a move against someone like Fang Han, and he was certain that Wu Lei could defeat him.
But reality hit him like a hammer blow. Wu Lei was crippled by Fang Han. Although he was shocked, he knew he could not shirk his responsibility for the negligence.
At this moment, only by capturing Fang Han can we atone for our sins and salvage some face.
He felt that Fang Han was too arrogant, and he could no longer tolerate it.
In an instant, a powerful aura surged from his body, like a raging torrent, rolling endlessly.
Before they even made a move, their aura had already enveloped the entire banquet hall, and the pressure made everyone present feel breathless.
Fang Han was naturally also locked onto by this aura, and appeared particularly insignificant under Wu Zhenyu's powerful presence.
"Fang Han, you crippled my husband and killed my uncle. I will turn you into a human pig and make you a laughingstock for the rest of your life!"
Su Qianyu's venomous voice suddenly rang out, her eyes filled with madness, as if she could already see Fang Han's miserable end.
In her mind, Fang Han was doomed this time.
With Fang Han dead, no one dared to mention that her mother, Ouyang Yan, was the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect.
As long as she can use her connections with the Wu family to enter the Qingxuan Sect, she can rise to the top in one step and enjoy a meteoric rise to power.
"Su Qianyu, even now, do you still naively believe that the Wu family can protect you?"
Fang Han gave a cold laugh.
Fang Han's words were still echoing in the air when Wu Zhenyu had already moved.
He moved with ghostly speed, instantly transforming into a blur. His longsword, carrying a fierce wind, aimed straight at Fang Han's throat, its power sharp and its killing intent palpable.
"slow!"
Just as Fang Han was about to make a move to defend himself, a loud shout suddenly rang out.
At the already open doors of the banquet hall, a figure darted in like lightning, firmly blocking Fang Han's path.
The man extended two slender fingers, seemingly casually, yet with unparalleled precision, and caught Wu Zhenyu's thrusting sword.
Everyone looked closely and saw a middle-aged man with a distinguished bearing.
He was tall and imposing, exuding an innate sense of authority and possessing an extraordinary presence that made people hesitant to look him in the eye.
This person is none other than the renowned Prince Zhenbei, Xiao Zhan.
Fang Han's expression remained largely unchanged upon seeing this.
Fang Han wasn't too surprised, because he had long sensed that the Prince of Zhenbei had come to Lin Yin Pavilion, and the Prince of Zhenbei knew exactly what had happened in the banquet hall.
The fact that the Prince of Zhenbei has appeared at this crucial moment clearly indicates that he intends to intervene in this matter.
The dignified high-ranking Martial Grandmaster's longsword was easily caught between two fingers and rendered immobile.
When has Francis Ng ever suffered such humiliation?
His eyes widened in anger, and his inner energy surged wildly as he unleashed his full power.
The surging true energy caused the sword in his hand to hum and vibrate, as if it wanted to break free from its restraints.
However, no matter how hard he tried, the sword remained fixed in place, unable to advance an inch.
"Who are you, daring to stop Wu Zhenyu from killing Fang Han?"
Francis Ng was shocked, but he remained defiant.
As a member of the Wu family, Wu Qiang, the patriarch of the Wu family, was an elder of the Qingxuan Sect. This was his greatest source of confidence. Even when facing such a powerful figure, he was unwilling to show weakness easily.
These words immediately caused an uproar in the banquet hall.
When Fang Han managed to catch Chu Sheng's sword, everyone was already deeply shocked by Fang Han's cultivation level, since Chu Sheng was only a high-level martial artist, not a martial grandmaster.
But now, Wu Zhenyu, a high-level Martial Grandmaster who is only half a step away from the Foundation Establishment Realm, had his sword blocked by two fingers of this middle-aged man. Just how powerful is this man's cultivation?
Everyone was deeply shocked, and their eyes were filled with awe and curiosity as they looked at the Prince of Zhenbei.
"I don't care who you are, get out of my way right now! No one can protect Fang Han today. I must remove his dantian to repair my son Wu Lei's dantian. Anyone who dares to stop me is an enemy of the Wu family!"
Wu Jianbo was extremely anxious. At this moment, he was only concerned about his son Wu Lei and had lost his mind.
Without saying a word, he immediately drew his sword and pressed closer to the Prince of Zhenbei. The atmosphere was extremely tense, with swords drawn and bows ready to strike.
Clearly, Wu Jianbo and Wu Zhenyu did not know the Prince of Zhenbei.
Yanming City is just a small city. Even a big figure like the Prince of Zhenbei rarely sets foot here, and even less often makes a public appearance.
Normally, if Wu Jianbo were not present, he might have been more cautious and wouldn't have dared to offend such a powerful figure.
But at this moment, his love for his son was so intense that he had already put everything else out of his mind.
"Jianbo, Zhenyu, do not be rude! This is the Prince of Zhenbei!"
Just as tensions were rising, Wu Haomiao, who had been standing guard beside Wu Lei, suddenly spoke in a slightly aged but somewhat frightened voice.
"The Prince of Zhenbei?"
Upon hearing this, Francis Ng muttered to himself, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes. He then immediately withdrew his inner energy, his face filled with shock and regret.
Wu Jianbo's face turned deathly pale instantly. The Prince of Zhenbei had come in person. Could it be that the Prince of Zhenbei had some unknown relationship with the Fang family?
He thought to himself, knowing that Tianyuan County was under the jurisdiction of the Prince of Zhenbei. The Prince of Zhenbei not only commanded the Zhenbei Army, but was also the head of the Demon Suppression Division. In the Yanlong Kingdom, he was a powerful figure who could shake the entire court with a stomp of his foot.
"This is the Prince of Zhenbei! His strength is terrifying; he truly is a top-tier figure!"
Someone in the crowd exclaimed in surprise.
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