In front of him,
a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, akin to hell.
The ground was everywhere soaked with thick blood, along with countless limbs and shattered flesh.
At a glance, it was filled with endless horror.
Hum!
Zhang Xiaohao stepped forward, and an infinite killing intent burst forth from his body, aggressively enveloping Murong Yu Yan.
"Won't you give me an explanation?" Zhang Xiaohao said with a sky-high killing aura.
"Such audacity! How dare you disrespect the young lady, Zhang Xiaohao, you're seeking death!" Before Murong Yu Yan could speak, the red-haired woman beside her scolded loudly.
Whoosh!
Zhang Xiaohao's figure flashed, too fast for anyone to react.
Even Murong Yu Yan was no exception.
When he stopped again, he was already beside the red-haired woman.
His right hand reached out, aggressively grasping her neck and lifting her forcefully from the ground.
"Who do you think you are? Daring to interrupt me!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
