Zhao Jianfeng shouted, "Overestimating oneself," and with one palm, Han Lingxin's petite body was like a falling leaf in the air, landing on the ground, unsurprisingly spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Lingxin..." Han Baitong shouted again, rushing to Han Lingxin's side as fast as he could. "Xin'er, are you alright?"
"Dad...I..." Han Lingxin, whose strength was already mediocre and even inferior to her brother's, was severely injured by that strike.
If Zhao Jianfeng hadn't known this was the Han family's territory and that he couldn't explain killing a member of the Han family, Han Lingxin would have already been dead.
After giving Han Lingxin some simple healing, Han Baitong had someone help his daughter away.
With both grandson and granddaughter severely injured, even as composed as Han Shi'an, he was furious: "Zhao Jianfeng, are you challenging my limits?"
The voice was as cold as it could be; Han Shi'an was indeed angry at this moment.
