The courtyards of the Shi family collapsed one by one. This deafening roar was suppressed by a series of elegant and loud Sanskrit incantations.
Everything in front of him was like a slow-motion movie. As soon as the roof beam fell down, it was immediately torn apart by the chaotic spiritual power and turned into foam. With a gust of wind, it flew into the air with a 'whoosh' and formed a dark cloud layer, holding the compassionate-looking Buddha's shadow in the air.
Shi Qi's brows were tightly furrowed, and a complicated expression appeared on his face.
At this moment, the Shi family's buildings, which had been built for hundreds of years, had been completely destroyed, but he was not moved. He felt a slight sense of regret, which was similar to Gu chunxing's, but also a little excitement.
After today's battle, even if song qingxiao were to die, it would be like a heavy slap to the face for the aristocratic family. It would be a loss of face.
