Facing the profound aura of the Zhang Family Patriarch, the pained expression on Zhang Yuan's face gradually vanished.
In its place was a look of determination.
Zhang Yuan also looked directly at the Zhang Family Patriarch and declared resolutely,
"Patriarch, I'll address you as Patriarch one last time."
"I have decided to protect my friends until death."
"If you wish to kill us, then go ahead!"
"Very well, since this is the case, I shall accommodate you."
The Zhang Family Patriarch's gaze remained ice-cold, as if he was facing an enemy, seemingly undeterred by anything in his resolve.
And behind him, Zhang Wu also showed a look of reluctance and turned his head away.
The Zhang Family Patriarch stretched out his hand, which slowly turned a blood-red color.
Then,
He raised his hand and struck down towards Zhang Yuan with a palm.
A blood-red palm imprint appeared, carrying tremendous force, and flew towards Zhang Yuan.