A sense of coldness showed in Feng Zhilin's eyes. His five fingers combined together again and aimed at breaking Zhang Shaochu's the other hand.
"Enough!" Zhang Ruochen exclaimed.
Feng Zhilin stopped his strike at the Fourth Prince and sneered. "My Ninth Prince, have you finally made up your mind?"
Zhang Ruochen looked irritated. He released the Death Sickle from Nie Xuan's throat and threw it on the ground, "Let my fourth brother go!"
Zhang Ruochen clearly knew that even though he had threatened Feng Zhilin with Nie Xuan's life, it wouldn't work as Feng Zhilin didn't care about whether Nie Xuan was dead.
"That's right!"
When Feng Zhilin noticed that Zhang Ruochen had let Nie Xuan go, there was a cunning smile on his face. His hand still struck Zhang Shaochu ruthlessly and broke his arm.