406 Zhan Huangpo Feng

"stop, Murong Feng. Please don't kill me. I have sworn to be a slave. What else do you want to do? Do you really want to kill us all?" Kneeling heavily in front of Murong wind, his face was full of helplessness, and his silver pupils were full of despair.

Murong Feng didn't speak. He gave a look at the blood devil's ancestor. The blood devil's ancestor immediately understood Murong Feng's meaning. The boundless blood cloud shrouded him and instantly evaporated the lives of these 100000 ice clans. It's so easy for the eight robbers to kill these foreign clans. It's easier than chopping vegetables.

"Murong...