Blood was splattered all over the hall. The stench of blood filled the air.
Finally, the Zhao family quieted down once more in the face of death.
Just now, it was a complete one-sided slaughter, and they had no power to fight back.
Mo Liancheng tapped lightly on the tea table with one hand and said coldly, "I advise you not to do anything pointless again. I do not care if the Zhao Family is erased from Moon City." In fact, he had long anticipated that the Zhao Family would send someone to notify the Purple Cloud Sect. Otherwise, he would have lived all these years in vain.
At this moment.
Mo Liancheng's words shocked the Zhao family.
Erased, how to erase? Naturally, by killing them all.
