Zhao Wencheng stood coldly outside Zhao Kaifeng's door, his face showing a hint of greed.
Zhao Wencheng's eyes were filled with countless blood vessels, his hair draped in deep crimson, looking like a demon from hell. With a powerful wave of his hands, his arms carried a vast blood aura toward the doors.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The double doors instantly shattered into a sky full of debris.
Zhao Kaifeng heard the noise, glanced at the enchanting woman beside him, and reassured her, "Don't worry, I'll go out to check and be right back."
Zhao Kaifeng moved at the sound, his gaze slowly shifted from his wife to the doorway, exhaled deeply, and then grabbed the silver glowing sword behind him and rushed outside.
Upon seeing Zhao Wencheng's appearance outside, his body emitting a blood-like red, his clothes had already been torn by the Cultivation Technique, Zhao Kaifeng sensed something amiss, his expression immediately tensed, and he involuntarily tightened his grip on the sword.
