Yan Ling had no idea that her son's childish act of jealousy had resulted in such an impossible situation to resolve.
She was still mired in her dream at this point.
In the dream, she saw Qi Yunjue surrounded by a crowd of individuals cloaked in black robes in front of a villa.
A dangerous gleam was in his eyes, akin to the lord of death, Yama. A single punch from him was enough to shatter a man's skull.
Yan Ling had never seen this cold, bloodthirsty side of Qi Yunjue before.
He was like a killing machine, numb and heartless. The men in black robes had no chance of escaping amid the sheer terror of such formidable combat power.
The situation was nothing short of one-sided brutality...
All of the men in black robes were soaked in blood. The ones in golden masks were in an even more pitiful state, their limbs discarded, lying on the ground, barely drawing breath...
And when Yan Ling assumed that this fight was about to end in such a predictable way,