For a moment, pandemonium broke out in the banquet hall.

Cries of alarm rose one after another.

Seeing this, the expressions of the Liu Clan members drastically changed one by one, and they all stood up.

The first to react were a few young people around Liu Shaohan's age.

Looking at that head with its eyes wide open in death, their minds went completely blank.

After a brief, dead silence came a volcanic eruption of grief and indignation.

"Brother Shaohan!"

A young man in a white suit let out a shrill roar.

His eyes were bloodred, looking like a madman possessed. He shoved aside the dining table in front of him and staggered toward that head.

"Who is it? Who killed Brother Shaohan?"

Another young man followed closely behind, his fists clenching so hard they cracked.

"Fuck his mother! I'm going to tear him to pieces!"

Liu Shaohan held extremely high prestige among the younger generation of the Liu Clan.

Not only was he a gifted S-Class Professional, but he was also the role model and reliance for many younger brothers and sisters in the Clan.

Yet now, this proud son of heaven had died in such a humiliating manner in front of everyone.

Who could swallow this humiliation?

"Let's go! Let's go out and take a look!"

"No matter who it is, today we must make him pay for this with blood!"

Several young disciples were filled with righteous indignation, energy surging within them. They directly activated their Professional abilities and rushed out of the banquet hall.

They had already been blinded by anger.

Above the main seat, Liu Zhenxiong's wrinkled face showed not the slightest trace of emotion.

He didn't even look at his grandson's head on the table, upon which he had once pinned high hopes.

Seeing that those few young people were about to rush out the door,

"All of you, stop right there!"

An angry shout exploded beside everyone's ears like a sudden clap of thunder!

The voice was not loud, but it contained terrifying majesty.

The air in the entire banquet hall seemed to freeze at this moment!

The bodies of those young men who were about to rush out the door suddenly stiffened, as if cast under an immobilization spell. Their feet felt as though they were filled with lead, unable to move a single inch further.

A mountainous, heavy pressure burst forth from Liu Zhenxiong's seemingly aged body, instantly enveloping the entire hall.

Everyone felt a wave of palpitations, and breathing became difficult.

Those young men were even paler, fine cold sweat seeping from their foreheads, and their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

They turned their heads to look at the old man in the main seat, their eyes filled with more than just grief and indignation—there was a trace of awe and fear originating from deep within their bloodline.

Liu Zhenxiong slowly stood up from his seat.

His gaze was like lightning, sweeping across the audience.

Finally, it fell upon those impulsive young men.

"Nonsense!"

"The enemy who could kill Shaohan can also kill you!"

"Rushing out now, aside from throwing away your lives for nothing, what use is it?"

"Get back here!"

The young men gritted their teeth, their faces full of reluctance, but after all, they did not dare to disobey the Old Master's command.

They could only clench their fists and retreat with extreme reluctance.

Only then did Liu Zhenxiong slowly retract the pressure from his body.

But the towering murderous intent in his heart was growing wildly.

Liu Shaohan.

An S-Class Professional, under thirty years of age, whose Level had already reached level fifty-five.

He was the most outstanding elite among the younger generation of the Liu Clan, and one of his designated successors to the position of head of the Clan.

The opponent was able to behead him so easily, without even sending out the slightest signal for help.

They could even accurately throw his head into the core of this banquet hall.

This strength and these methods were no small matter.

The strength Level was at least a Professional above level 70.

This was no longer a simple vendetta.

This was a provocation!

It was the most blatant humiliation and declaration of war against the entire Liu Clan!

Liu Zhenxiong's gaze swept over the petrified guests, thoughts racing in his mind.

Who on earth was it?

Within the Imperial Capital, who would dare to offend the Liu Clan with such disregard for the consequences?

Was it those old rivals who had openly and secretly fought with the Liu Clan for many years?

Or... those hawks in the military who couldn't stand the Liu Clan's style?

No, that wasn't right.

No matter who it was, it was impossible to be so resolute without leaving any room for maneuver.

This wasn't a normal conflict at all; it looked more like... a relentless vendetta to the death!

The atmosphere inside the banquet hall was oppressive to the extreme.

The guests felt as if they were sitting on pins and needles, wishing they could immediately find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

They dared not and did not want to get involved in the Liu Clan's domestic affairs.

Some agile-minded Clan representatives, looking at the extremely unsightly expressions of the Liu Clan members, were already calculating in their hearts.

The Liu Clan had probably provoked a colossal trouble this time.

Right in this dead silence,

A calm, emotionless voice drifted leisurely from outside the banquet hall like a ghost.

It fell clearly into everyone's ears.

"Liu Zhenxiong, your ninetieth birthday."

"Do you still like this congratulatory gift I sent?"

The voice pierced through the clamor and fell clearly into everyone's ears.

Carrying a hint of playfulness and a hint of chill.

"Who is it?!"

The Liu Clan members all treated it like facing a formidable enemy, energy surging within their bodies, casting vigilant gazes toward the main entrance of the banquet hall.

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