"Damn it, you should die, all of you should die!"
Muye Xingdong, his face twisted with rage, seemed to squeeze each word through his clenched teeth, his voice dark and ominous as if coming from under Nine Nether, his eyes burning with furious flames, his robe barely concealing the surging power beneath.
The people of the Muye Clan also were ablaze with anger; their breath fluctuated, eager to avenge their fallen disciples.
"Muye Clan Leader, our families had an agreement: life and death in the Secret Realm Battle does not matter. What is the meaning of this?"
Chu Yunqiong's momentum quivered as he shielded Long Yan and others behind him, his voice cold as he spoke.
No matter what, he could not let Muye Xingdong strike at Long Yan and the rest.
Chu Family's Great Elder and others stepped forward, their breath unsteady, ready for the battle.
"What is the meaning of this?"
