A few minutes later.
The room is in shambles.
The scene is unbearable to look at.
Qian Wentong and Yuan Tianren are both spewing large amounts of blood, lying on the ground with all their bones and meridians shattered, fear on their faces, looking at the tall figure of Yin Hu before them with cold eyes.
"Yin Hu, what do you want to do? We are people of the Golden Spirit Sect, are you trying to tarnish the reputation of the Twelve Zodiac Gods? Stop at once!"
Qian Wentong coughs up blood voluminously, screaming in terror.
His arms were broken by the opponent, internal organs shattered, the pain throughout his body unbearable to the extreme, unable to move a single bit.
"Yin Hu, my father is Yuan Fuhai, who made you attack me? I can offer you ten times the price!"
Yuan Tianren hurriedly shouted.
"Ten times?"
A glint of disdain and mockery flickers in Yin Hu's eyes as he steps forward, stopping in front of Yuan Tianren and Qian Wentong, looking down at them condescendingly.
