As soon as the words fell, the wall behind Ji Qiutang completely shattered in an instant. The violent way of breaking through the wall was almost side by side with Bi Xia. If it weren't for Bi Xia's warning, if Ji Qiutang had dodged a bit slower, he might have been hit by the stones a few times.
With the collapse of the wall, the dust raised carried a bit of wind. The long-haired youth standing at the front, usually with a mischievous and frivolous expression, was now expressionless, his peach blossom eyes cold and sharp, tinged with a bit of anger. His casual outfit, with the hem fluttering, appeared carefree and dashing, yet was full of murderous aura.
