Seeing Jiang Chen struck down by Ximen Gong's sword and collapse to the ground, the members of the Jiang Family cried out in alarm.
"Jiang Chen."
"Young Master..."
Yiyi, who was not far away, nearly stumbled and fell in terror when she saw this.
Because she saw Jiang Chen get hurt.
That fresh blood, like blossoming plum flowers, was so jarring to the eye.
The eyes of both Jiang Han and Xiao Yun turned bloodshot.
"AHHH..."
"Ximen Gong, you're dead!"
Jiang Han watched, wide-eyed and helpless, as his own son was cut down by Ximen Gong's sword, his condition unknown.
He let out a guttural roar.
His speed reached its absolute limit.
With his Martial Master Seventh Heaven cultivation, although he couldn't fly, a single step was enough to cover more than ten meters.
The distance between them wasn't great to begin with; he would be there in a few steps.
Consumed by rage, Jiang Han had gone berserk, unleashing the Jiang Family's Tiger Roar Fist.
