"I don't care if you're a messenger from Lingxu Pavilion, no one should think about getting ideas about my daughter!"
Ling Tianyi's originally unhurried figure suddenly shot like an arrow off the string, rushing straight towards Ning Feng.
Ning Feng's expression remained unchanged, he stood arrogantly with a cold sneer, "Invite my father-in-law back to rest!"
"Yes, Master!"
Suddenly, a middle-aged man exuding a soft and feminine aura stepped out from beside Ning Feng, extending a hand.
Bang!
Just in time, it collided with Ling Tianyi's fist as he rushed forward, yet the hand remained motionless, while Ling Tianyi was sent flying backwards.
The next moment, two others, wielding weapons, charged at Ling Tianyi, intending to capture him.
Clang!
However, at that moment, a sword was horizontally placed in front of Ling Tianyi, flicking away the two longswords aimed at his shoulders.
