Lei Zhennan felt a chill in his heart; the Painting Sword was indeed exquisite beyond compare.
Suddenly, he felt uncomfortable. All the young elites of the Lei Family were dead. Yet, the Mo Family had produced a genius like Mo Wuji, which was too unfair. Thinking this, he inadvertently radiated a strong killing intent.
Everyone's expressions suddenly changed; the killing intent was too intense and specifically targeted at Mo Wuji.
All the elders of the Mo Family wore icy expressions, staring fiercely at Lei Zhennan.
Mo Wuji is the future of the Mo Family and must have no accidents.
Even Mo Hutu, who was asleep on the side, suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as electricity, "Brother Lei, are you thinking of killing the head of my Mo Family?"
Lei Zhennan snapped back to his senses, having briefly lost control of his killing intent.
