“The Yan family is really something…”
“Lord of Guazhou at your beck and call, the Iron-Threshold King arrives whenever summoned, and they even keep a fathomless old demon in the house…”
Looking at the Yan family putting on such a show, even Hu Ma couldn’t help but sigh: “But the most impressive thing is…”
“…you lot, in one fit of anger, actually dared lock a whole bunch of evil spirits inside your own gates? How many people in your house are there, to be able to do something like that?”
“…”
For a moment, when the Yan family’s anger flared and they revealed their real power, instead of feeling worried, Hu Ma actually laughed.
Just as the Yan family’s iron gate clanged shut and a chorus of ghostly howls rose all around, he kicked Mr. Chunsheng’s snake-body aside with one step.
Then, facing the rolling might of the Yan house, he pointed his great blade and could not hold back, shouting, “Ghost-Runner blade squads, listen to orders! Storm the Yan mansion, take down that old demon…”
He couldn’t help but yell in urgency, because those fellows were about to charge forward on their own.
If he didn’t give the order, there would be no one left beside him.
Sure enough, his shout came fast enough.
To outsiders, when the Yan family’s momentum rose, any normal person would pause to assess the situation.