"Even if I die, I will make sure that you suffer!"
The Old Patriarch Ruan rushed forward fiercely, full of spirit energy, as if he wanted to perish with Feng Jiu. However, just as he jumped up and rushed towards Feng Jiu, Feng Jiu's hands were already clasped around his, while her other hand was on top of his head as she dispersed his cultivation base and severed his tendons.
After all, he was an old man, when he had his strength to support him, he appeared full of vigour, but when his spirit energy was abolished, he aged quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Where he once looked about fifty or sixty years old, he now looked like he was in his seventies or eighties. His body was thin and bent over at his waist, while his legs trembled. When Feng Jiu retracted her hand, he fell to the ground trembling.
When the people of the Ruan Family saw this, they were speechless. They stared blankly in shock and disbelief.
