Chen Muxue also turned back to look, her heart skipping a beat.
The person's face was bloody and indistinct, but it was clear they wore the attire of the Fei Xing Sect. Judging by the figure...
Who is it, who struck so ruthlessly?!
"Isn't that... Junior Brother Jiang He?!" Wang Yue covered her mouth and ran forward, a look of disbelief on her face.
When she saw Jiang He's miserable state clearly, she quickly turned away, a hint of disgust flashing through her eyes.
Wang Chen walked over with heavy steps, looked closely for a moment: "It's Jiang He..."
Jiang He had grown up in the Fei Xing Sect since childhood, always cherished as the little junior brother; his significance could not be compared to Wu Jie's.
Not to mention, he is...
This time Wang Chen did not become infuriated, but instead wore a grave expression. The wrinkles on his face suddenly seemed like deep ravines, and the gaze he cast at Chen Muxue and others was unlike any before.
This is a dangerous signal...
