He hurled a punch towards the head of the sword cultivator in front of him.
[Bang!!!]
A somewhat muffled sound suddenly erupted.
And the sword cultivator's head, at this moment, burst open like a cracked watermelon, splattering in all directions.
Luo Changfeng retreated a distance.
After avoiding the range of the blood splatter, he returned to where he had been standing before.
Silently, he raised his blood-stained right hand.
His expression somewhat calm, he asked in a low voice to the empty space on his right, "The Zhao Family, one of the Five Great Families of East Earth Town, is there such a family?"
Following Luo Changfeng's voice, the old butler Luo Dong suddenly appeared.
He carefully wiped his master's bloodied, gaunt right hand with a piece of white silk as he held it.
Not until it was wiped completely clean,
