Isn't this seeking death?

Even the gate was destroyed in such a state. This is an undying hatred!

Among the rubble, Fang Lingxing fell to the ground, her face pale, blood slowly flowing out from her seven orifices, her eyes a little dull, as if she hadn't recovered yet.

Fang Mosheng's face was livid, and his hawk-like eyes glanced around, as if he was looking for a sneak attack.

More and more foundation builders arrived. When Fang Chen and others arrived, there were already more than a dozen Fang Family foundation builders and dozens of Fang Family Qi Refining Level 12 deacons arriving here.

"Not dead."

Xia Ji looked at Fang Lingxing, sighed softly in his heart, and couldn't help but slandered Mr. Tiger.

Even after collecting a thousand low-grade spiritual stones, no one was killed.

"What happened? Who dared to attack and kill Fang's genius in front of our door?"

The head of the Fang family came slowly, his expression gloomy with a hint of anger.
Chapter completed!