"It seems you all think your own contributions are not as significant as those of Senior Jingyuan. Well, in that case…" As Wang Yue spoke, he suddenly turned around and drew the sword worn at the waist of a warrior standing not far behind him, then swung it with lightning speed.
*Puff*
With a soft sound, the head of Wang Jingyuan's grandson, who was still lost in his own fantasies, was blown off, and blood sprayed out from his neck, rising more than ten feet into the air.
This sudden turn of events left everyone stunned; no one could react in time.
Wang Yue, however, acted as if nothing had happened and said to Liu Mei, "Grandma Mei, instruct them to bury this man with the same honors as a direct descendant of the Wang family, and record his name in the family genealogy."
Then he turned to Wang Jingyuan and said, "Senior Jingyuan, my word is absolute—are you satisfied now?"
