There is no trace of emotion in Murong Xue's eyes.

Every step she took, there came a sad scream and a cold corpse on the corridor.

Blood, red ground, bloody smell.

Old Su's eyes glazed blankly and glanced down. All the disciples in Sujiabao died and killed without amnesty. It was a pure slaughter.

"Sujiabao, it's all over, it's all over."

There was a sense of despair in the heart of the old Sujia ancestor. He regretted that he had to say such angry words. Now, the whole Sujia Fort has suffered the disaster of extinction without leaving a trace of incense.

"I want you to die!"

There was a...