Listening to Jiang Zirong's furious curses and Jiang Huai's angry roar outside the door, An Yiqing smiled disdainfully. The saddest thing is not poverty or cowardice, but being unable to see the truth.
Casually sitting on the sofa, watching the Thirteen Blood Generals throw the Jiang family members to the ground one by one.
"An Yiqing! I'll kill you! The Galaxy Sect won't forgive you!" Jiang Zirong shouted from the ground, like a crazed lion.
"Galaxy Sect?" An Yiqing sneered, glancing at Zhang Yufeng.
Under the gaze of the Jiang family, Zhang Yufeng took out a laptop and connected to the internet. A few seconds later, the computer screen displayed a scene. The Jiang family stared with pale faces. Especially Jiang Zirong and Jiang Huai, who almost fainted.
On the screen, An Zhifeng and his men from the Sanfeng Association were slaughtering their way through the Galaxy Sect. The three main halls had all been overturned; now they were rushing into the headquarters.
