On the high platform, Gu Xi's face was extremely gloomy.
Not far in front of him, Liu Qingqing had fallen into a pool of blood and was no longer breathing.
What a pure and kind woman. Just because of small friction in the inn at that time, she suffered a lot of humiliation and finally chose to commit suicide.
She should have a bright future...
Howver, it was too late to say anything now.
"All of you... must pay the price for this."
Gu Xi took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. His voice was low and hoarse. At first glance, he sounded like a frail old man.
Boundless anger burned in his heart, and a monstrous killing intent filled his pitch-black eyes.
These people must die here!
Sensing the killing intent from Gu Xi, the Quasi-saint stage cultivators on the opposite side subconsciously took a few steps back, but they quickly adjusted their state.
