The young man who suddenly appeared attracted the attention of the entire room.
"Chen Xiao..." Qin Lan's voice trembled. He'd actually come!
Meanwhile, Ling Ao was completely stunned, staring blankly at the scene before him. His son's coffin was shattered! The body, too, had exploded into powder.
"AHHH—!" he roared, his eyes fit to burst. "You little bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
Chen Xiao looked at him expressionlessly. "Do you have what it takes?"
Seeing Qin Lan's current state tore at his heart. The numerous wounds, the shocking bloodstains... he could only imagine the suffering Qin Lan must have endured these past few days.
"Wipe them out!" Ling Ao bellowed.
WHOOSH— Countless Martial Artists wielding swords and sabers rushed out from all directions, seething with killing intent. Dressed in matching black uniforms and holding long sabers, they spread a deadly aura throughout the venue.
"Wind God Guards!"
"Those are the Wind God Guards raised by the Ling Family!"
