Lady Yang hugged Ximen Wanwan, frightened and unable to stand steady. She looked at Su Qian and the others as if she had seen a ghost. "Stop! We're from the Ximen family."
Su Qian glanced at Lady Yang, her eyes filled with bloodthirsty killing intent. With a wave of her hand, a red silk shot out from her sleeve, sending Lady Yang flying.
There was a loud bang. Lady Yang's figure was like a torn sack in the air and left an afterimage in the air. When she landed, she broke a few ribs. It was so painful that she cried out and fainted.
"Go back and tell the Master of the Ximen family that in due time, not a single person from the Ximen family will be spared." Su Qian's voice was cold and deranged, filled with bloodthirsty killing intent. Everyone present felt their scalps go numb. They knew very well that Su Qian's words were serious!
