After muttering to himself in a low voice,
Luo Yao shook his head helplessly and sighed.
Then, he raised his head again.
When he looked at Dong Liang in front of him, it was already with a gaze that one reserves for the dead.
In Luo Yao's heart, Dong Liang was already a man certain to die.
However, Dong Liang's family behind him...
Seemed it too needed to be dealt with.
After all, Dong Liang was still the son of the current Family Head of the Dong family.
If Dong Liang were to die at Luo Yao's hand,
his Dong family would naturally not meet a good end either.
Even if, his Third Lady, was also from the Dong family.
"That's about enough."
Luo Yao turned his head away.
He looked at the black-clothed cultivator beside him.
Just as he was about to let the black-clothed cultivator cut down Dong Liang,
suddenly, a series of footsteps sounded from outside the shop.
A figure, somewhat burly with a face full of determination and standing over two meters tall, a middle-aged man,
