"I do not know what brings you here to the Ouyang Family," said the Patriarch Ouyang, his hands clenched into fists and bowing to Lu Zixun, his eyes filled with solemnity.
Three flaming wheels hung in the sky, presenting him with the sensation of a death threat, rendering him no choice but to be submissive.
"What's with all the formalities? Times have changed, my lord," said Lu Zixun with a light chuckle, waving his hand.
Crouching behind Lu Zixun, members of the Demon Country in staircase formation pulled the trigger and the Spirit-breaking Bullets flew out of their chambers.
In an instant, the unprepared Ouyang Family suffered heavy casualties, and Patriarch Ouyang's face darkened immediately.
A pitch-black broadsword materialized in his hand, and the Patriarch spoke in a cold tone, "What is this supposed to mean, sir? Our Ouyang Family has no quarrel with you. Why would you slaughter my people?"
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