At this moment, the entire Xiao Family was in complete chaos.
All the experts were inexplicably pursued to this point by one person, and yet no one dared to confront him. It was imaginable how terrifying the God of Death outside must be.
"Hoo hoo hoo..."
Lin Zifeng, clad in a tough outfit, stood in mid-air with a black war spear in hand, as the cold north wind howled, making his outfit flap loudly. His eyes were deep and hollow.
He had already sent out his message. As long as someone left the Xiao Family, they wouldn't be killed!
However, the timid ones truly believed it. Seven or eight young guards rushed out of the Xiao Family courtyard, but just as they charged out.
They were met with piercing screams. Lin Zifeng transformed into a dark light, and with a sweep of his war spear, he sliced through the heads of all eight, blood gushing. The headless bodies all fell.
"What!"
"Didn't you say you wouldn't kill those who leave?"
