Ming Zhitian laughed, "Plan for the long term? She's my wife! You may sell her since you don't regard her as your daughter, but I will make sure it's a permanent solution!"
Yan Zhengchi tried to speak, but Ming Zhitian waved him off. "For the sake of you being Xue'er's father and mother, I won't hold you accountable. But if there's a next time, I will show no mercy!"
Yan Zhengchi and An Xidong, as if granted a great pardon, hastily bowed and nodded, "Yes, yes, yes!"
A Sky Eagle arrived. Ming Zhitian stepped onto it directly. Yan Fei said, "Ming Zhitian, take me with you."
Yan Zhengchi reprimanded, "Feizi, how can you call him by his name? King Ming Xiu, please do not blame my little daughter."
Ming Zhitian shook his head, "Yan Fei is my sister-in-law, of course, I won't. Come up."
Yan Zhengchi said, "Come down quickly, Feizi, don't cause trouble for King Ming Xiu!"
Ming Zhitian waved his hand, "Rest assured, I'll stake my life that Xue'er and Yan Fei will be brought back safely. Please wait patiently and await good news."
"This..." Yan Zhengchi and his wife could only remain speechless, unable to stop Ming Zhitian, who was flying away on the Sky Eagle.
The Sky Eagle flew at an incredible speed, and soon arrived at the Mian family's estate in Huayang City.
Ming Zhitian, riding the Sky Eagle in mid-air, its black and white wings beating with the wind, caused the flowers and potted plants within the Mian family compound to topple and leaves to scatter, turning the place into a scene of fallen blossoms and bare trees.
This action immediately alerted everyone in the Mian family. Ming Zhitian, holding Yan Fei, leaped down from the Sky Eagle, landing steadily and without the slightest tremor.
Yan Fei, held by her waist, felt a slight discomfort and her blood surged, causing her small face to blush deeply.
At this moment, the Mian family's guards rushed out. The butler roared with fury, "Who is this impudent brat? How dare you cause trouble at my Mian family?!"
"Noisy!"
Ming Zhitian was about to make a move when Yan Fei's figure flashed, striking first!
She put on her top-grade magical artifact, the Graceful Gauntlets, and unleashed her fists. With a strike that could settle the universe, followed by two high kicks, she routed everyone.
The butler was kicked into a potted plant, face down. Yan Fei's entire sequence of movements was fluid and graceful, complemented by her vibrant pink attire. As the wind blew, her face was partially revealed, and she spun with a flourish.
Ming Zhitian smiled slightly, "Your foundation in boxing is good, but your cultivation realm is too low."
Yan Fei thought he was coming to praise her, but it turned out to be a taunt. She felt bored and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
Ming Zhitian waved his hand, "Nothing, that's what I meant."
The butler emerged from the potted plant, quickly got up, and rushed to inform the patriarch.
A moment later, the Mian family patriarch, Mian Huai, emerged from the mansion, with Mian Jifan leading the way, appearing instantly.
Mian Jifan looked at the fallen guards and pointed at Ming Zhitian, enraged, "Who are you?"
Ming Zhitian stood with his hands behind his back, "Where is Xue'er?"
Mian Jifan frowned deeply, "What do you mean, sir? How dare you address my fiancée so intimately?"
Ming Zhitian said, "Do you know she is already married?"
Mian Jifan clenched his fist, "Insolent! You dare to be so presumptuous! This will be the painful price for your slander!"
"Flash!" Mian Jifan appeared behind Ming Zhitian and drew his saber to strike!
"Be careful!" Yan Fei leaped forward, her fists like a gust of wind sweeping towards Mian Jifan!
Blade and fist collided, sparks flying. Mian Jifan roared, "Scram!"
He flashed his saber, and a powerful saber force erupted.
Yan Fei was repelled, stumbling back several steps. Her blood surged, and she involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood!
Ming Zhitian supported her, then with a flash, he ascended into mid-air and unleashed a punch! The fist wind whistled, and Mian Jifan was forced to raise his saber to block.
The force of the punch struck his saber, instantly bending it. The floor beneath his feet, as if struck by a hidden force, cracked all around. He was also affected by the punch, staggering to one side.
When he looked up, he was already beneath Ming Zhitian's legs, pinned by a fist. "Where is Xue'er? If you don't say, you die!"
"Wait!" Mian Huai frowned. "Someone! Bring Yan Lixue out!"
"Yes, Patriarch."