Jiang Meng is dead, the Jiang Clan truly does not feel the slightest pain.
"Boom!"
At this moment, the Jiang Clan's main gate was suddenly kicked off its hinges.
The flying gate crashed directly toward Jiang Feihe.
Jiang Feihe sensed the danger.
He turned around and kicked it back.
The gate shattered.
He avoided the disaster but could not inflict any harm on Jiang Meng and Ren Jing.
"Who?"
Jiang Feihe looked toward the direction of the entrance.
A figure slowly emerged from the smoke.
His eyes emanated a cold, murderous intent.
It was Xiao Chen!
Xiao Chen glanced at Jiang Meng and breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Meng was unharmed.
He then looked at Ren Jing, who was covered in injuries, her face swollen and her eyes puffed up.
He had never seen Ren Jing so severely injured before.
A terrifying killing intent burst forth from his body.
He wanted to kill!
"Who did this?"
Xiao Chen asked coldly.
"Husband!"
