Looking around at the people having fun in the hall, the sound of intoxication could not be heard. Quan Anwu went to appreciate the drunken and revelry scene. Without any hesitation, he directly used Qinggong, flew up, and passed over everyone's heads.

Grasping the red silk hanging down the spiral staircase, he looked like an ape, easily flying up to the third floor in a few jumps, causing the group of Wuling teenagers who were in high spirits to yell and curse, secretly saying

This old man was really ignorant and disturbed his interest.

After going up to the third floor, Quan Anwu walked along the corridor, searching quickly from room to room, his eyes scanning the wooden signs engraved with the names of flowers one by one.

He knew that his action was very involved and extremely dangerous. It was not an exaggeration to say that he forced his way into the Senluo Palace of Lord Yama, but Quan Anwu could not control that much at this time. Since he was controlled, he had been subjected to all kinds of cruel torture.

Humiliation comes one after another. As a first-class master who stands at the top of the martial arts world, Quan Anwu naturally has his own pride. If his wife and daughter were not still controlled by others and imprisoned, he would rather commit suicide than become the minions of hawks and dogs for others.

Driven by this, the reason why Quan Anwu has been able to persevere so far is because of his deep longing for his family. Being able to successfully rescue his wife and daughter from the prison was his last thought and expectation.

Walking through the spring-filled compartments, all kinds of sweet smiles and gasps lingered in my ears. Quan Anwu's face was as gloomy as water, and his heart felt like ice and fire, the biting coldness and coldness of thousands of years of ice.

The raging anger blended with each other, and the cruel and desperate murderous aura completely filled Quan Anwu's entire body.

"Xiaoxia...Xiaoling..."

Quan Anwu stopped in front of a red wooden door, and the remaining luck in his heart was completely reduced to ashes. He even hoped that his wife and daughter were not here, but now the two names engraved on the wooden sign will

Quan Anwu was ruthlessly brought back to reality.

His heart was already surging with huge waves and thundering, but Quan Anwu, as a first-class warrior, had polished his state of mind as hard as a rock and as smooth as a mirror. His eyes could not help but beat secretly. Quan Anwu stretched out his hand, and that

The hell-like portal was slowly pushed open.

Quietly walking into the room, the dim oil lamp flickered in the room, and the rich aroma of rouge floated into the nose, Quan Anwu walked slowly

After passing the living room, I came to the bedroom. When I entered the bedroom, broken clothes were scattered on the floor. I saw that the bed placed against the wall was covered by red curtains. Every time the bed shook, the wood pieces squeezed against each other.

The creaking sound of pressing was heard immediately.

In front of the bed, Quan Anwu suddenly opened the curtains. The scene before him, even though he had been prepared the moment he heard the news from Shangguan Lu, the suppressed anger in his heart could not help but burst out completely.

Mr. Liu's face was flushed and his forehead was covered with sweat. He was lying on Xiaoling's petite body and shaking constantly. The two pills he had taken earlier had already taken effect. He felt as if he had traveled through time and space and returned to the world again.

Twenty Years of Energy, with endless energy, roared, and Master Liu bowed his body slightly, preparing to make the final sprint.

"who?"

Just when Mr. Liu was about to reach the top, he felt the back of his neck being pinched tightly, and then he was lifted up like a chicken.

Mr. Liu is nearly seventy years old, and his body and energy are no longer what they used to be. He was ruthlessly interrupted twice today, and after taking medicine this time, his energy has not only returned to its peak, but is still at that critical moment. Thinking of this,

A surge of anger arose in my heart:

"Hurry up and put me down. I am Liu Yungui. If you dare to spoil my good deeds, you will suffer the consequences..."

Because the back of his neck was restrained, Mr. Liu could not turn around and see the face of the attacker clearly, so he could only bare his body and struggle and scream.

Quan Anwu's sunken eyes were red, and his withered face was as cold as the frost on the winter solstice. Internal energy surged from his dantian to his arms, and traces of internal energy wrapped around Quan Anwu's palms. Before Master Liu could finish his threat,

After saying that, he grabbed the back of his neck and threw it diagonally downwards. Master Liu shot out like a meteor. Driven by Quan Anwu's strong internal force, he smashed through layers of thick layers.

The diameter of the wooden board was lifted out of the third floor, and then suddenly fell from the air, hitting the stage in the center of the hall heavily.

"Dong~"

A loud sound like thunder sounded, and everyone saw a white object suddenly appear from mid-air, and then suddenly crashed on the stage, like a ripe persimmon falling from a tree.

It exploded like it fell to the ground, and the stage was in a mess, with splattered blood and scattered pieces of meat everywhere. The dancers standing on the stage were unfortunately splashed all over by the scarlet substance, and they were all

They stood there with dull faces, blood mixed with minced meat to form a thick liquid, which slowly slid down their hair and dresses.

The cheerful music suddenly stopped, and the originally bustling hall became silent for a moment. Everyone stopped what they were doing, as if frozen.

"Ah~~~~"

I saw a dancer covered in blood on the stage, holding her head in her hands and screaming, her body trembling, blood stains flowing down from her frightened face, and a thick smell of blood drifting away.

Since An Wu flew up to the attic, just a few moments later, the dancer's screams woke up the stunned guests. They quickly put down the wine glasses in their hands and pushed away the beautiful girl in their arms.

Mother, they all ran out of the attic in a hurry. When some guests who were enjoying themselves upstairs heard the commotion, they quickly put on their clothes and pushed out the door. The whole hall instantly became a mess, with everyone pushing and shoving.

Tables and chairs were pushed to the ground, and curses and women's screams filled the entire Baixiu Pavilion.

In a room on the third floor, Quan Anwu threw the perverted Mr. Liu out of the window, then walked slowly to the bed, untied the silk that tied Ai Xia, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, and covered them

Their naked bodies.

"Ai Xia, Xiaoling!"

The two women vaguely heard a call, and slowly opened their eyes. Looking at the familiar figure in front of them, the two women's originally vague consciousness gradually became clear.

"Dad...Dad...is that you?"

Xiaoling's childish face showed a trace of confusion, and her words were full of doubts, as if she couldn't believe that her father, whom she had missed for so long and could only see in her sleep, had really appeared in front of her.

Quan Anwu clenched his teeth, looking at Xiaoling who had been tortured to the point of unconsciousness. Self-blame, regret, and various emotions were impacting his brain. He stretched out his big hand tremblingly, rubbed Xiaoling's head, and opened his mouth slightly.
Chapter completed!