At this moment, the Xiao Family was in chaos, with the sounds of fighting incessant.
Ling Qingwu, standing proudly with her sword, was at the entrance of the Xiao Family.
In the courtyard, more than ten people lay sprawled on the ground, either bleeding profusely or rolling on the ground in madness, mostly with long cuts from the fierce Seven Stars Treasure Sword.
From the doorway over there, the sound of the anticipated footsteps finally came.
Xiao Yunxuan, accompanied by the butler, stood at the entrance, watching Ling Qingwu, who was standing in the center of the courtyard with a blood-stained sword, dressed in black.
The black clothes were stained with bright red, like a black rose blooming in endless blood amber, charming yet cold.
Her bright eyes gleamed like a deep lake, harboring an unwavering obsession.
From the moment she set foot in the Xiao Family gate, Ling Qingwu told herself that unless she saw Yang Fan, she wouldn't retreat a single step.
