Chapter 1125: Chapter 1114: Grandpa Bi Takes Action Personally
“Brother Ning, what do you an by that?”
Bi Lietu, who was already fuming, imdiately froze upon hearing these words and questioned angrily.
Ning Qiankun remained unfazed, saying calmly, “It’s very simple, I’ve made arrangents, Ning Fan will be the next Family Head of the Ning Family, without a doubt, unshakable as a mountain.”
“Good, very good.”
Bi Lietu laughed in rage upon hearing this, “Good for you, old man Ning. It seems you’ve made arrangents long ago, just to exonerate your youngest son, even passing the position of Family Head to him. My son-in-law Ning Jianyang’s body is barely cold and you act in such a manner, you are a failure as a father.”
“Not to ntion, there’s no concrete evidence about Jianyang’s cause of death, and moreover, this is an internal affair of the Ning Family, which has nothing to do with the Bi Family. Bi Lietu, please mind your own business, do you really want to make an enemy of the Ning Family?” Ning Qiankun’s words, though gentle, bore an undeniable authority, cold as frozen snow.
“This…”
The people were dumbstruck, speechless, feeling as if the pressure was about to suffocate them.
Even Ning Qingfeng, who had been as pleased as a cat, now dared not speak, rely watching as his father displayed might on Ning Fan’s behalf.
“This won’t do.”
Ning Qingfeng’s expression froze, suddenly looking at Bi Hongtu, who was lying on the ground spitting blood, a plan forming in his mind.
He was a decisive person, and once he had a plan, he acted imdiately, squatting down and pretending to support Bi Hongtu with false sincerity, shouting, “What ti is it now, and you all have the heart to debate rank and skill, the brother-in-law is about to be done for.”
“What?”
Bi Lietu suddenly ca to his senses, jumped over, squatted in front of Bi Hongtu, took his pulse, and his pupils contracted instantly.
“Terrible, Hongtu’s martial arts have been crippled.”
Bi Hongtu lifted his head in rage and looked at Ning Fan.
Only to see Ning Fan not caring about him, turning his head to the side, arrogantly dismissive.
“You little brat Ning Fan, dare to attack with a chair taking advantage of injuries, that’s one thing, you even infused it with True Qi. Although Hongtu wasn’t killed, his entire cultivation was ruined. You truly are ruthless, chilling to the bone.”
“What can you do about it?”
Ning Fan sneered, said coldly, “From the brother-in-law’s fierceness earlier, it was bound to be a fierce fight, either him or . Leaving him with his life is the best result, what more do you want?”
“Hah…”
Bi Lietu’s eyes were about to burst with rage, filled with overwhelming killing intent, eager to devour him whole.
“Old man Ning, since your son is so disrespectful, let teach him what it ans to respect elders and love the young.”
“I hope you can manage that.” Ning Qiankun waved his hand indifferently, as if saying do as you please, sitting down alone to continue drinking tea, displaying a confidence of sitting at ease in command.
He had already seen that with Ning Fan’s aura just now, he completely outclassed Bi Lietu, he could even achieve more.
So he had nothing to worry about, as after all, the future of the Ning Family rested on Ning Fan taking charge.
Before ascending, he must establish authority through a warning, to cent the position of the Ning Family’s Young Master.
The so-called Young Commander of Dragon City, having been away for years, many had forgotten this decisive young man, it’s necessary to reestablish authority now, otherwise, after a hundred years, it’s unclear whether Ning Fan can control the situation, with everyone wanting to have their way with him.
This was an outco Ning Qiankun absolutely did not wish to see.
Sitting and watching the tigers fight, standing back to let them win or lose, was the wisest course.
“Grandpa, won’t you do sothing about this disgraceful descendant, daring to lay hands on my grandfather, how disrespectful!”
Ning Xinlan couldn’t bear it, egging Ning Qiankun on passionately.
“Heh, Xinlan, respect elders and love the young, it’s a mutual relationship. If the old don’t care for the young, why should the young respect the old?” Ning Qiankun smiled lightly, keeping things balanced as he spoke to himself.
“This…”
Ning Xinlan pouted, dumbfounded, montarily at a loss for words.
“Alright, Xinlan, you should know your grandfather’s martial skills, just watch, Ning Fan surely won’t be his match.”
At this mont, Ning Jianyang’s wife–Bi Yanjing, squinted her eyes and spoke softly.
Ning Xinlan looked into the field, indeed as her mother said, it was tense as drawn swords, with the two circling each other without either making the first move.
Both Bi Lietu and Ning Fan sensed the aura of a master at the sa realm in the other.
It’s said that masters exchange blows in the blink of an eye, one move determines rank, the early preparations are critical to find the opponent’s flaw.
Once a clue is found, a strike is certain to be lethal, with no wasted effort.
Circling his body, Bi Lietu spoke softly, “Young one, for your age, the realm shouldn’t be too high, have you just stepped into the True Origin Realm?”
“Heh, what my realm is has nothing to do with you, are you going to fight or not? Circling around is making dizzy.”
Ning Fan circled with him, showing impatience.
“Heh, very well, let show you my prowess!”
At this mont, Bi Lietu lost patience, his figure shot out like lightning, with True Yuan energy in his palms, without question striking toward Ning Fan’s head.
“You brat, go to hell!”
“Here it cos!”
Ning Fan chuckled, unmoving, calmly setting up his arm like a stone pillar.
At the sa ti, one foot was firmly planted, the other ready to kick off the ground at any mont.
Crash…
With a loud bang, Bi Lietu’s palms collided with Ning Fan’s arm, like thunder and lightning, their point of impact the center of a dust storm, the air seed torn apart, the screech splitting the ears of those present.
“Impossible!”
Bi Lietu couldn’t believe that this young guy could block his fierce and deadly strike.
In the overwhelming crash, he was sent reeling by the imnse power.
But just then, Ning Fan moved, swift as a storm, fast as a flash.
At this mont, he used his leg, stable as Mount Tai, to drive up fiercely.
Then, another leg swung in a high split, with a blurred shadow slicing towards the retreating Bi Lietu.
“Brat, do not push your luck.”
Bi Lietu was shocked, hurriedly retreating faster, fearing the ferocious strike.
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