The stench of blood permeated the air, with severed heads of the Murong Family scattered everywhere.
Wang Tingting slaughtered ruthlessly, practically wiping out the entirety of the Murong Family. In the end, only the ancient patriarch of the Murong stood in a corner, his eyes hollow and filled with sorrow.
The ancient patriarch of the Murong, witnessing the annihilation of his clan, felt an indescribable grief in his heart.
"You've killed everyone from the Murong Family, so don't spare me, this old thing either. Come on, come on, kill me too," the Murong elder shouted hoarsely.
Wang Tingting, with bloodshot eyes, stared coldly at the Murong elder, preparing to reap his life as well.
Just as she raised her butcher's knife, Wang Daniu leapt in front of her and stopped her with his hand.
"Enough, killing so many people is enough," Wang Daniu said, looking into Wang Tingting's blood-red eyes with a heavy voice.
