Wu Xia was utterly indifferent.
Since he had already offended so many Ancient Martial families, he did not care about offending a few more.
After all, killing one was the same as killing a whole nest.
Once on the path of cultivation, he would have to face them head-on sooner or later.
Everyone was taken aback.
Their gaze shifted to Sun Xiongwei.
At this moment, Sun Xiongwei's eyes were wide with rage, his hands clenched around his own neck, his face deathly pale and colorless, his mouth stammering, unable to utter a single word.
"Xiongwei, what's wrong with you?" Sun Liancheng asked in confusion as he patted his son on the side.
Bang!
Sun Xiongwei's body lurched forward, his head instantly falling off, blood spurting from his neck.
"Ah!"
Sun Liancheng screamed in terror.
Everyone's faces were filled with shock.
Even Sun Xujie, the strongest among them, felt his scalp tingle and his body stiffen.
