"My Luo Family's collection, treasured for hundreds of years, completely looted by you. Hong Yu, oh, Hong Yu… I originally intended to just punish you a bit, but now it seems you're digging your own grave. You'll have no one to blame but yourself."
Elder Luo's gloomy gaze was like two cold bursts of Ghost Fire from the Netherworld, appearing especially sinister within the dust-filled, collapsed pavilion. Treading on the ruins, Elder Luo slowly walked outside. 'If I don't kill you, how can I possibly face the ancestors of the Luo Family?'
And with that…
His face dark, Elder Luo strode toward Elder Zhu's mansion.
Along the way, every disciple who saw him was stunned by the chilling, ruthless aura he exuded.
They stared at him with fear in their eyes.
Although they didn't know what had happened, they all had the same feeling: someone was about to suffer!
「An hour later.」
