"I want you to die Here today as a blood sacrifice for my little brother!"
Mr. Xuanmiao spoke loudly with a firm attitude, as if he had made a heavy oath.
The few elders who were close to him in the past were standing on his left and right, but they could feel that his body was trembling non-stop when he said this.
He seemed to be extremely excited. He was also extremely afraid.
Song qingxiao didn't say anything. She just looked at the building that had a long history.
In the 6000 years of history, she had 'seen' this building countless times.
Countless heroes had entered and left this place, and there had also been a lot of thieves and Rascals.
"Go up!"
Song qingxiao ignored Mister xuanmiao's words. Instead, she turned to the old man from the xuandu family and said,
"Record this moment well, so that future generations will be wary of it."
The old man nodded subconsciously at first, but then he revealed a bitter expression.
