Xiahou Yuan, dead!
"Buzz"
His Black Gold Dragon Pattern Halberd let out a mournful cry.
Caught by the Sky Flapping Sleeve, it was pulled into the sleeve.
Then, Chen Yuan's gaze was piercing, and the Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeve shook towards the burst blood mist, as if stirring clouds and fog.
Soon, heaven and earth cleared!
After everything was done, the Silver Spear glowed and flew back, falling into Chen Yuan's hands, and Chen Yuan promptly stomped his foot, not pausing for a moment.
A few breaths later, in the high attic where Xiahou Yuan and a man with the surname Wu had just met, the room exploded, Chen Yuan directly smashed through the ceiling, slamming down fiercely, the violent airwave blew the doors, windows, and screens away.
Amidst the scattered wood chips, Chen Yuan's fierce gaze swept over everything in the room, then fixed on the corner ahead, where frightened, screaming, and cowering dancing girls and musicians were huddled.
