Tsk, tsk, tsk—talking big and not afraid of biting your own tongue.
Hearing Evan Lin's words, Ma Feng laughed loudly: "Then go on, tell us—tell us where your Lin family comes from!"
I'm not afraid you won't leave my Ma Family even half a path to survival. I just want to know—how powerful is this Lin you keep talking about?
When I drag every one of your Lin family members in front of me and make them all kneel before my Ancient-Martial Ma Family, I'll have your Lin family personally deal with this arrogant brat from their own clan!
Ma Feng's voice was vicious to the extreme. Even though he couldn't help leaking air as he spoke, his words were slurred and unclear, but the madness behind them was unmistakable.
Lin family. Prime grade.
Evan Lin spoke four words: "That man comes from the Prime Lin Family."
Just like I said—if you can find that man, I can leave you, and your Ancient-Martial Ma Family, half a path to survival.
How about it?
Evan Lin's voice was calm and steady, as if he were describing something utterly ordinary.