A single glance was all it took, and the sight was terrifying.
However, the attack from the three Jiang Family Martial Ancestors—an assault that made even Tan Chang's scalp tingle—failed to arouse even a sliver of interest in Xu Lai.
He had given them a chance. It was these people from the Jiang Family who didn't want to live.
With a wave of his hand, the bodies of Jiang Chen and the other two attackers suddenly stiffened. Even their attacks froze, as if the very space around them had been frozen solid.
Young Master Jiang Tengyun, who had been wearing a cold, self-satisfied smirk, spoke in a chilling voice, "Attack! What are you standing there for?"
"..."
The three Jiang Family Martial Ancestors couldn't utter a word, nor could they even blink. In the next moment, they dissipated like smoke and vanished from the mortal realm.
Witnessing this eerie scene, Jiang Tengyun's pupils constricted sharply, and an endless fear flooded his heart!
