Ling Yichen was also a disciple of the Ling family. No matter how far he walked or how tall he stood, he would always be a disciple of the Ling family. As he looked at the tragic scene before his eyes, the fury and pain in his heart was no less than Ling Chuxi's.
Besides anger, there was also guilt in Fu Chengyu's eyes. Everything had started because of him. Only the fresh blood on his sword could slightly wash away the guilt in his heart.
They did not even notice those tragic screams as the shadows of people collapsed to the ground one by one. The smell of blood in the air became even stronger.
