Zhao Zhuobo looked at Suning, and then turned with difficulty to look at the retreat place of the ancestors of the Zhao family.
His Adam's apple rolled, and his body exploded into pieces of minced meat under the horrified gaze of thousands of Zhao family disciples.
"Run."
Someone screamed in surprise, and the Zhao family disciples who had gathered above the mansion or were watching the battle below all turned around and ran away.
I'm afraid that if I wait even one second longer, I will be killed by Suning, and I will end up dead without a whole body.
"Irrelevant people, get out of my sight. Today, I am only here for you, ancestor of the Zhao family."
Having made his attitude clear, Suning left the third elder of the Zhao family who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and walked step by step towards the back of the mansion.
Scanning his mind, he saw the ugly face of the ancestor of the Zhao family who was stationed in the secret room, and the fear that was so desperate that he did not dare to make the slightest sound.
He was frightened, all thoughts were lost, and he was sweating like rain.
"Plop."
Before Suning arrived, he knelt on the ground obediently and said, "Senior, I know I was wrong. Please spare my life."
"I will return these hundred jars of spiritual wine to you, and I will make up for another five hundred jars."
"No, I would like to honor you with everything in my storage bag, plus 10 million top-quality spiritual stones."
"Thirty million, senior, don't kill me, give me a way to live."
He crawled out of the secret room door and vowed: "I will compensate the Xie family. I will give you whatever you want."
"Gold coins, their family can't use them all in their lifetime."
"In Yingjiang City, no one dares to touch a hair of the Xie family from now on."
"senior......"
He kowtowed as hard as he could and cried bitterly.
Suning was unmoved and said: "What a pity, I don't believe what you said."
"A greedy person who doesn't know how to advance or retreat, can I expect you to keep your word in this life?"
"Ten or twenty years, if I were here, you wouldn't have the guts to touch the Xie family."
"But if I leave Dongluo one day, do you think you will still keep your promise?"
"An oath of heaven?"
"The eighteenth level of martial arts in this small world is the pinnacle. You have no hope of becoming an immortal."
"Oaths of restraint are empty talk, and you know this very well."
"If you want to blame, blame you for being too greedy. Even if you swallow the luck of a deer, you still won't be able to reach the true fairyland."
"Bang."
A palm was slapped on the forehead of the ancestor of the Zhao family. Suning put away his filial storage bag with a smile and dispersed on the spot.
"Within three days, I want all the Zhao family disciples to move to Yingjiang City. Anyone who dares to stay in the city will be killed."
The word "kill" rose up in the Zhao family mansion for a long time.
"what to do?"
"Ooooooo, what should we do?"
"The ancestor is dead, the clan leader is dead."
"The three elders are no more."
"Why."
"Why did our Zhao family attract such vicious people?"
"His realm..."
Amidst the wailing and crying, some bright-minded disciples of the Zhao family could not help but doubt Suning's cultivation.
But soon, thousands of red lines seeped out of the void and penetrated into the bodies of the Zhao family disciples one by one.
Their eyes become cloudy, their vision wanders, and they feel like they are dreaming.
Not long after, someone woke up.
"Hey, why am I here?"
"I remembered, our Zhao family has made enemies, and our ancestor is dead."
"That person's appearance..."
"Ah, my head hurts so much. Why can't I think of anything?"
"The entire clan must move out of Yingjiang City within three days."
The Zhao family was in chaos, but tens of thousands of meters away in the old street of Yingjiang City, Suning was walking back to the pharmacy step by step through the snow.
He likes snow and the loneliness of walking in the snow.
