Xue Meng's voice seemed to have drained all his strength and pride. He closed his eyes abruptly, his cheeks hot and wet.
"Stop fighting …"
But it was like a prairie fire. It was easy to burn but difficult to extinguish.
The Dan Xin Palace was full of dead and injured people after a chaotic battle. The blood of these people was like hot oil, igniting their hatred and madness to the extreme. For a moment, not many people listened to Xue Meng's roar or Xue Zhengyong's sigh.
Even if they did, those pairs of bloodshot eyes would not stop.
There were too many uneasiness these days.
Bloody cases one after another, the Heavenly Leak, the exquisite chess game, the death of people in the Lone Moon Night, the chaos in Jiang Dongtang, the absence of a leader for many days, the bloodshed in Wubei Temple, and many of the practitioners present had lost their families and friends in the past few days …