When heaven decides to topple you, it not only leaves no room for escape but even presses down harder on the accelerator pedal.
"Uncle Tian, what are you doing!"
Zhao Xilu already had three terrible wounds on his body.
When he arrived at the ancestral hall to check things out, he was shocked to find it collapsed. Then a sharp chill crept up from behind him.
If he hadn't dodged quickly, the first wound would have been on his neck.
Mr. Tian was also somewhat surprised, "I didn't expect a child from the divided family to be so deeply concealed."
Though he hadn't given his all earlier, he didn't intend to hold back either, yet the opposite party avoided a fatal blow. Despite the two follow-up strikes, he still couldn't bring him down.
Zhao Xilu: "Uncle Tian, where is Master Yi?"
Mr. Tian raised his head, looking up at the roof.
Zhao Xilu also followed his gaze upwards.
Zhao Yi, just having got off Tan Wenbin's back, saw this scene and felt a throbbing pain between his brows.
