"You think you can stop me?"
A cruel smile crept onto Gong Xing's lips, and killing intent flashed in his eyes.
He had come today to bathe the Fang Family in blood—to use the blood of their entire clan to wash away the humiliation the Gong Family had suffered and to appease the spirits of his brother, Gong Bao, and the other clan members who had died.
"Die!"
His figure blurred, and he shot toward the Fang Family members like a phantom. A ghostly light flickered over his claws, which tore through the air with a piercing shriek as he lunged straight for the throat of Fang Lingyuan, who stood at the very front.
His speed was so great that it far exceeded Fang Lingyuan's ability to react!
Fang Lingyuan's pupils contracted. In an instant, he felt the aura of death envelop him.
He tried to dodge or block, but his body felt bound by invisible shackles, unable to react in time.
Just as the sharp claws, glinting with a frigid, ghostly light, were about to touch Fang Lingyuan's skin—
