738 Executed on the Spot

The eyes of Lu Ping, who was in the city lord mansion, instantly turned cold. A chilly light flashed in her eyes, and she didn't bother transmitting her reply. She directly snorted, "Using Lu Shan, Lu Xia, and Lu He to pressure me? Your clans are so mighty and impressive. The Lone Wolf is staying in courtyard number 1777. Go and grab him if you have the guts."

"Hahaha!"

A burst of laughter suddenly came from courtyard number 1777 and lingered in the air. A figure shot into the sky, and Jiang Yi stood proudly in the air as his gaze swept across Hong Yi and the rest. "Look no further, the Lone Wolf stands before you right now; and if you have the ability, you can directly barge in and grab me. You clans are indeed overbearing and arrogant. Your Young Masters can kill whoever they want, and other people are forbidden from killing your Young Masters—is that it? Is it possible that your clans are the dictator of the Gods Bestow Tribe?"

"Uh…"