"Boom!"
At the entrance of the separate mansion, a loud explosive sound suddenly echoed.
"Who goes there?!"
The people of the Bai Family Mansion were startled.
Luo Qingtong sensed the aura, and then her lips twitched fiercely.
"Hand over the people you captured!"
In the darkness of the night, Yu Sihuang in his purple robe appeared mysterious and enchanting.
The sleeves of his robe fluttered, and the tear mole at the corner of his eye seemed indescribably crimson as blood under the moonlight.
The more it accentuated the man's face as demonic and wicked.
In this night, he was like a soul-snaring demon wandering therein.
"I'll count to three, if you don't hand them over, I'll raze this place to the ground!"
Yu Sihuang raised his hand to caress the tear mole at his eye, looking at the crowd pouring out from the mansion, his eyes flashing with cold and fierce killing intent.
