Hearing the tremendous noise from the courtyard, Lin Tianxiong shot to his feet and demanded, "What's happening?!"
"Pfft!"
The words had barely left his mouth when a figure flew through the air, landing hard against the large wooden pillar beside Lin Tianxiong. It was a Seventh-Grade Martial Ancestor from the Lin Family. His face was deathly pale as he spewed a mouthful of fresh blood.
He stammered, "F-Family Head, we're under attack..."
After speaking, the Seventh-Grade Martial Ancestor's head lolled to one side, and he passed out.
Lin Tianxiong's expression was cold and hard.
Someone dared to cause trouble at his Lin Family's estate in Jiangbei? They were truly courting death!
He strode out of the living room to a sight that made his eyes burn with fury. His family members were littered across the ground, some severely injured and others unconscious.
