In the night sky, Qin Yang stood on the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword.
His pitch-black eyes coldly glanced at the corpse of Barrello, whose limbs and head had been severed, then his icy gaze swept toward the werewolves below.
Swept by Qin Yang's cold gaze, those ferocious-faced werewolves shivered instantly.
After the pitch-black gaze scanned the werewolves, it then fixed on the tall tree where the Tang Sect members were located.
It was with that sharp, lightning-like glance that all the Tang Sect members on the tree felt as if they had plunged into a frozen pond.
"Today, no matter who it is, everyone who breaks into my Feipu Manor must die!"
Qin Yang said, face ice-cold.
Though the voice was not loud, the icy words filled with murderous intent echoed in the ears of the werewolves, Wa people, and Tang Sect members.
Swish!
As the words fell, Qin Yang pinched out a spell seal with his fingertips.
