"You can try." Zhao Liying was obviously angry: "If I count three numbers, if you don't leave, I will let you remove the Qingming Sect from now on in this world."

The head of the Qingming Sect changed his face and wanted to take action in anger, but he held it back again. He savored the old butler's words.

He seemed to have understood what this place: "Zhao family, is it the Zhao family?" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but regret it, secretly hating the person who told him to kill his disciples here.

Zhao Liying didn't say much, but directly reported a number.

The head of the Qingming Sect's face turned red and purple, and he was in a dilemma. He wanted to retreat, but he was too shameless. But if he hadn't retreated, the Qingming Sect might have really destroyed the sect. Why didn't he think about this place?

"Second." Zhao Liying shouted again.

At this time, Yuan Yang stepped forward and said, "If you want to avenge your disciples, you can wait for me outside the villa."

"Okay, I'll wait for you outside the village. If you dare to escape, I will chase you to the ends of the world."

After the words finished, he turned around and was caught in the black fog. A ball of wind suddenly appeared out of thin air, sweeping him away, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Yuan Yang looked at Zhao Liying with his head turned to see that there was a coldness in her originally quiet eyes.
Chapter completed!