Tianshuang Ancient City, Hanling Residence.

In a hall, Gao Chunqiu was pacing back and forth with his hands on his back.

His face was extremely gloomy, and his anger emanated faintly, so that the strong people of the Han Ling clan on both sides were silent like cicadas, their heads were lowered, and they did not dare to make a sound at all.

"A number of people have died, and now a number of people have died. Are you all unable to make a bucket?" Without warning, Gao Chunqiu roared, the breath of terror blooming, so that the entire hall was frozen by the frost, into a very cold place....