When the people of Anling family heard the noise and rushed out, they just happened to see the leader of the Jinwu tribe, Wuda, roaring in anger and unwillingness.
Then, a red light flashed from his chest.
With a puffing sound, his heart was pierced directly out of his chest by a sword, flew into the air and exploded directly.
Unable to utter a howl of pain, he fell straight to the ground.
The leader of the Golden Crow Tribe, the tyrant of the Dark Cloud Realm, actually died like this? Died at the hands of a young boy
An Linghong and An Lingyao rubbed their eyes, unable to believe what they saw.
Xi Buzhi waved his hand, and all the storage rings and storage bags on Wu Da and the children of the Jinwu tribe were collected in his hand.
When Xi Yue saw the young man handing her a handful of spoils, she blinked in surprise and refused, "Why don't you keep it for yourself?"
Unexpectedly, the unknown person threw a sentence to her, "It's just some garbage. If you don't want it, I'll throw it away."
Everyone in the Anling family who was watching this scene was immediately filled with tears.
The people here are almost half of the elites of the Jinwu tribe, even including the leader. The storage devices left behind by these people were actually called garbage by the young man.
Xi Yue was also at a loss for words. Meeting the boy's nonchalant gaze, she reached out and took Wu Da's storage ring. "If you don't want it, you can give the others to everyone in the Anling family, right?"
Unknown said "Oh" and threw it casually in the direction of An Linghong.
It was just like a fairy scattering flowers, without any of the solemnity when giving it to Xiyue.
But how could An Lingyao and the others mind? Now that the An Ling family had suffered a major change and their base had been destroyed, they needed a large amount of supplies to rebuild.
No matter how arrogant and rude Xi Weizhi's attitude was, they could only shed tears of gratitude.
The entire Anling family was filled with indescribable respect and gratitude for Xi Weizhi's attitude.
But only An Lingyao trembled all over when he saw Xi Weizhi, and hid behind Xi Yue like a frightened rabbit.
Xi Yue looked at An Linghong and asked, "What are your plans next?"
When An Linghong heard this, a sad expression appeared on his face and two lines of tears rolled down his eyes.
He had heard from An Lingyan that Yun Mingkun, An Lingshuang, and their two children were all dead, and their deaths were extremely tragic.
An Lingshuang was a well-known filial daughter of the An Ling family. She had been helping the An Ling family for more than 20 years even though she was in a difficult situation. Now she was killed tragically, and even her two children were not left alive. How could they not sigh
An Linghong wiped away his tears, his eyes slowly flashed with determination, and he said in a deep voice: "Thank you two Master Xi for your kindness. If it weren't for you two today, our An Ling family would have been doomed."
"Next, I plan to take Yan'er back to reunite with the clan leader and the others. Since the Dark Cloud Realm Lord has cut off the way to send Yan'er to Yaoyue Palace, we can only think of other ways. But as long as Yan'er is still here, there is still hope for our Anling family."
Xi Yue nodded without saying anything more.
Because they were worried that the Qinglei family would catch up with them, the few of them packed up and quickly prepared to leave Tianluo City.
Xi Yue had just taken off into the air when she suddenly stopped in mid-air. She looked towards the side courtyard in the corner of the Realm Lord's Mansion and frowned slightly.
"Master Xi, what's wrong?" An Lingyao asked nervously. Could there be someone from the Jinwu tribe lurking inside? (To be continued)