Building Owner Zhuo Ming gave up on struggling!
Whatever will be, will be! Death? So be it, if he has to die! After all, he has lived long enough, and in any case, he will never advance to the God Lord.
He shook his head, unwilling to say another word!
Mo Xiangu glanced at the Liu Family Patriarch, Liu Fan.
If it were a normal day, these two family heads would at least exchange pleasantries. The Mo and Liu families had a decent relationship in Tanshan City. This was evident from the way Mo Wei and Liu Tang, both playboys, mingled together.
But now, neither of these family heads had any desire for small talk.
Not even a nod was exchanged. The two, along with their respective family warriors, took positions on either flank, sandwiching Jing Yan between them.
"Was it you who killed my son, Liu Tang?" Liu Fan shouted angrily at Jing Yan.
As that angry shout rang out, his body moved slightly.
He raised his arm, divine power circulating, and the power of laws surged forth.
