Feng Qizheng glared at Liu Dayun and bellowed, "You know martial arts, you son of a bitch, and I didn't even see it!"

Ning Chen gave him a speechless look. You dumb ox, where were your eyes?

This Liu Dayun had a back like a tiger's and a waist like a bear's, a thick neck, and calluses on his fists. One look and you could tell he'd trained... He stooped to hide it, but a strong man of forty bent that far over looked far too deliberate.

Liu Dayun saw he'd been found out, and his eyes turned utterly vicious. He kicked off and sprang like a tiger at Ning Chen on his horse.

Ning Chen gave a cold laugh and didn't move.

Liu Dayun hadn't even worked out what was happening. He just felt his ankle clamped tight, and then his whole body was slammed into the ground.

Feng Qizheng had him by the ankle and was swinging him like a sledgehammer, smashing him into the ground, wham, wham, wham.

The soldiers around them stared in shock!

They weren't the Ning'an Army, only ordinary soldiers, and they'd never seen a man this strong before.

Liu Dayun had to weigh well over a hundred and forty pounds, and in Feng Qizheng's hands he was like a toy, swung by the leg and slammed into the ground, wham, wham.

"Who the fuck gave you the guts to attack my lord prince?"

Feng Qizheng cursed as he kept swinging Liu Dayun by the leg into the ground.

"Old Feng, stop..."

Ning Chen stopped him. Any more of that and the man would be dead, and Liu Dayun was still useful alive.

If Li Qiu wasn't here, Liu Dayun would certainly know where she was hiding.

Feng Qizheng stopped.

Liu Dayun's head was split and bleeding, his bones broken and his sinews torn. He lay there like a puddle of mud, letting out feeble groans.

Feng Qizheng, looking thoroughly disgusted, tossed him to the soldiers like a sack of garbage.

Ning Chen said gravely, "Old Feng, take men in and search. Search carefully...…