Summer Country, Jiang City International Airport.
Ning Fan steps off the plane and greedily inhales a breath of fresh air.
Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Looking at the familiar yet alien streetscape before him, a hint of melancholy touches his usually stoic face.
He still remembers seven years ago, when he turned eighteen and was the eldest young master of the Ning family in Jiang City.
With the Ning family's assets in excess of billions and considerable influence, coupled with his exceptional abilities, he stood out from the crowd.
In the entire Jiang City, the number of young people on par with him could be counted on one hand.
The head of the Ning family, who happened to be his father, trained him as the next family patriarch due to his remarkable accomplishments.
Ning Fan didn't disappoint either. However, when he was eighteen, he fell victim to a conspiracy and was drugged with an aphrodisiac.
Under the influence of the drug, he unintentionally became intimate with Xu Qingqiu, the daughter of the top influential Xu family in Jiang City.
When the master of the Xu family learned of the incident, he was infuriated.
With a single command, he led his thousands of followers to exterminate the Ning family.
The Xu family had far more power than the Ning family; they massacred everyone in the Ning family in a single night.
If it hadn't been for the intervention and rescue of Shen Family's head in Jiang City, he would probably have perished that night.
After being saved, Ning Fan put everything on the line, fled to the northern border and joined the military.
With his fervor and resolution, he accomplished great deeds in the army, single-handedly annihilating thirty thousand elite soldiers of the enemy state and boldly beheading the leaders of the three great Western Region countries.
That battle shook the entire Western Region world.
It frightened the top leaders of all the Western Region countries to the point where their souls scattered and they trembled incessantly.
They referred to Ning Fan as the guardian deity of Xia Country and promised Ning Fan that they would never infringe on Xia's territory again.
In response, the official of Xia Country bestowed upon Ning Fan the highest honor - the title of 'Seven Star War God', unmatched under the heavens.
But Ning Fan did not consider it of importance. At the time of his nobility conferment and ranking as prime minister, he returned to his hometown alone.
He sheathed his sword and discarded his fight, no longer paying attention to court matters.
Now, he had more important things to do.
That was to avenge the bitter hatred for his parents and family members.
"Xu Family, it's time to pay back what you owe from that year."
"And those who framed me, leading to the destruction and death of my Ning Family, I will make you pay in blood!"
Ning Fan's eyes were as sharp as a knife.
In these seven years, he would wake up from nightmares every day.
The tragic images of his parents in the dreams were constantly reminding him.
Revenge!
Revenge!
I must seek revenge!
A terrifying killing intent erupted from him, causing a chill to travel down the spines of the passing pedestrians.
At this moment, a burst of noise suddenly erupted from the crowd.
"Holy shit, isn't that Wang Tianci, the young master of Jiang City's Wang family?"
"The Wang family from Jiang City is one of the top families in Jiang City. They're only slightly inferior to the Xu family."
"Looks like the young master Wang is throwing a tantrum, what's the situation?"
The crowd was frightened, their eyes all turned towards the side of the road.
Ning Fan was just about to leave, but the surrounding discussion caused his expression to slightly change.
The Wang family, Wang Tianci.
He had often heard of this man in the past.
He glanced over and saw a young master in an expensive suit scolding an old woman.
Behind this young master stood more than a dozen bodyguards in black, making quite a impressive scene.
"Are you goddamn blind or what?"
Remember, please maintain consistent terminology. For example, if you're using "young master" to refer to the same person, continue using "young master" rather than switching to a different term like "heir" or "son."
"Dare to block my path? Do you believe I'll gouge your eyes out?"
Wang Tianci put his hands in his pockets, his face as dark as the abyss.
Just moments ago, this old woman had accidentally bumped into him.
Could he tolerate that?
The old woman clung tightly to a wooden box, bent over and bowing her head, rubbing her tearful eyes and said, "Young man, my eyes are not very good. I didn't mean to do it. I'm really sorry..."
"If apologies were useful, what would we need the police for?"
Looking at the old woman dressed in rags, Wang Tianci's face was filled with disdain and disgust. He curtly interrupted, "Old hag, you should have a pretty granddaughter at home, right?"
The old woman turned pale as a ghost and quickly shook her head, "No... no, I don't have a granddaughter."
"Oh?" Wang Tianci's face darkened, "Then you can go to hell!"
With that, he chucked a fierce kick at the old woman's stomach.
The old woman, nearly seventy, could not stand up to the young man's kick. She was sent flying backward, coughing up a mouthful of old blood.
The wooden box also hit the ground, and a purple and gold military hat slid out from inside.
Upon seeing this, the old woman's eyes welled up with tears. Despite her body's condition, she endured the severe pain to pick up the military cap, holding it carefully in her arms.
Trembling, she brushed off the dust on it.
Seeing this, Ning Fan's heart twisted with pain, and a raging anger ignited in his eyes.
This army cap is a unique symbol of the Godslayer Temple.
The Godslayer Temple is the most powerful military organization in the Summer Kingdom.
They have eradicated countless enemy powers and defended the safety of the people of Summer Kingdom time and time again.
And now, the revered mother of the people's hero and her cherished possession are being insulted and beaten by a well-born, yet thoughtless and arrogant young man!
"Oh, really?"
Wang Tianci, seeing how the old lady treasured the army cap, sneered and shook his head: "A ragged old hat, and she treats it like a precious relic."
Having said that, he waved his hand to a bodyguard standing off to one side: "Tear this old woman's hat to pieces, and then throw her on the back hill to feed the dogs."
"Understood!"
The bodyguard moved forward, ready to take action.
Just then, a figure suddenly rose up, delivering a flying kick that sent the bodyguard flying seven or eight meters away.
He hit the ground, blood streaming from a gash on his head.