There were more than a hundred blood refinement and bone pattern realm experts in the meeting hall, and more than half of them were already kneeling at Qin Huai's feet.
The Zhang family's warriors who had been cultivating their blood were in an even worse state. They were buried in the ground, and black blood was flowing out of their mouths. Their rapid breathing sucked the black blood into their noses, to add insult to injury.
"Brat! How dare you poison us!" An elder of the first-level bone pattern boundary was so angry that his eyes were about to pop out.
Crack!
A cold light flashed.
The head of the Zhang family elder fell to the ground.
Gulp...
A huge head rolled on the ground, stained with blood, and rolled more than ten meters away.
Just like that, a dignified bone pattern realm expert had died in the meeting hall.
