Danai Capital City.
Blood mist drifted over the city...
The common folk trembled with fear as they watched the once-mighty Xiang Mansion turn into what now resembled hell, and they retreated, keeping their distance.
In the end, Yang Shi walked out from the Xiang Mansion covered in fresh blood...
Behind him, Yang Fu, and Yang Fushuo's light shone brightly, as if new.
The four riders of the Fierce Sun Dynasty, riding giant birds in the air, couldn't bear to look down...
Yang Genshuo outside the screen also sighed.
"Slaughtering a family is indeed so cruel..."
But family grudges are just like this, and there is no room for the faint of heart; otherwise, no one can guarantee that in a few years, another group won't come seeking revenge against the descendants of the Yang Family.
After Yang Shi emerged, two lines of hot tears streamed down his face; he knelt in the middle of the street and kowtowed toward the sky.
