Less than two two-hour periods had passed.
Zhang Kui rode back on a tiger, with smoke and dust billowing, holding a blood-dripping head in his hand.
Upon seeing it, Miss Wang, Wang Weiling, let out a piercing scream, "Ah, you dog thief!"
Luo Jizu, who had remained silent, suddenly lifted his head, his eyes filled with murderous intent, "Shut up, all Wang Family members, surrender immediately, those who resist, die!"
The martial arts practitioners turned pale, feeling a chill down their spines, whispering among the crowd.
"Isn't that the Wang Family's old ancestor..."
"The National Guardian True Man, yet he was killed so easily..."
"Who would have thought, the Wang Family today might be..."
"Shh, shut up, be careful not to invite trouble yourself..."
The Wang Family members were filled with grief and anger, each drawing their weapons with a clanking sound, while the black-clothed Profound Guards faced off against them, on the verge of a conflict.
"Dog thief, meet your end!"
