Listening to Liu Zixuan's words, Wang Zilin suddenly burst into laughter: "Do you think you alone can destroy my Wang Family? That's an enormous joke; save that coffin for yourself!"
As Wang Zilin's voice fell, he suddenly shouted: "Attack!"
There was a clatter.
More than a dozen people directly surrounded Liu Zixuan in the middle of the courtyard, while the seven or eight ninjas from the Witch Country stood inside the circle, seemingly preparing to launch the first wave of attack.
Liu Zixuan wasn't intimidated in the slightest by this formation; instead, he wore a disdainful smile: "A bunch of little Witch Country brats dare act rampant on my Star Sea land? Today, I'll send you back home in front of everyone!"
"Bastard!" A Witch Country ninja cursed, raising his Samurai Sword and swinging it towards Liu Zixuan.
The blade was very sharp, appearing menacingly dazzling under the sunlight, and a blade of Qi rushed straight towards Liu Zixuan's waist ahead of the blade.
