The Luo Family's resistance was fierce.
However, against the Zhao Family's more than one thousand five hundred armored youths, and those two monks at the Bone Refinement Perfection realm,
no matter how fierce the resistance, it would eventually become futile as time passed.
"The downfall of the Luo Family is a foregone conclusion!"
"If you are willing to submit to execution, I might consider sparing some of the weak so that the bloodline of your Luo Family may continue on this continent..."
Zhao Wu and Zhao Hong.
After forcibly exchanging a blow with the third in command of the Luo Family, and then parting ways,
he watched with a somewhat cold expression at Luo Yong, who stood before him, his face flushed red, his body covered in nothing but fist and footprints,
looking extremely disheveled.
He whispered a suggestion to him.
