Noticing the flickering strange light in their eyes, Mu Hanyan gave a faint smile.
Actually, to be most prudent, she should have wiped out these people completely, even slaughtering her own kinsmen down to the roots. However, thinking of the innocent elderly, women, and children, Mu Hanyan's heart could not bear it.
Perhaps, severing their paths completely, her schemes and tactics were a bit cruel, but at least, their families would not be implicated.
Amid screams of agony, the sons of the Zhao Family fell to the ground one after another.
The Zhao Family's old butler felt as if his heart was being cut to pieces. Distracted for just a moment, he was struck in the chest by Mu Hanfeng's sword and was sent flying like a kite with its string cut.
"Uncle Fu!" Zhao Yuanji caught the old butler in his arms, his eyes already overflowing with old tears.
