Eve of the Clan's Destruction

Eve of the Clan's Destruction

Zhao Zhong was utterly devastated.

Before his eyes could even refocus, his second son had already been seized by Shen Wuxiao.

"This is your son, right? He feels just as stupid as you."

Shen Wuxiao let out a cold snort.

Zhao Zhong shook his head frantically. "No, no, no! Don't!"

"Please, please, don't! I know I was wrong! Everyone in the Zhao Family is willing to follow Young Master Shen's commands."

"Everything will be yours, all of it!"

Zhao Zhong truly could not hold himself together anymore.

Shen Wuxiao pursed his lips. "Foolish. Once I kill you all, everything in the Zhao Family will be mine anyway!"

"You're seventy or eighty years old already. Don't you know you have to take responsibility for your mistakes?"

Zhao Zhong's second son shrieked hysterically, "Father, what the hell did you do? What did you do?!"

"You destroyed the Lineage! You destroyed the Lineage, you old bastard! Fuck your mother!"

Sensing death drawing near, Zhao Family's second son had lost his mind and cursed wildly.

"Good insult, but you still have to die!" Shen Wuxiao exerted force through his armguard.

"No!!!" Zhao Zhong truly wanted to faint so that he would not have to see anything.

But his blood and qi surged through him, and his body was as robust as that of a man in his forties.

Smack!

Another watermelon burst on the spot.

Zhao Zhong's face had already been splattered with the blood of who knew how many descendants.

As that scalding blood sprayed across his face, his aged features became hideous, terrifying, and despairing.

This slaughter was nothing but a one-sided crushing defeat.

The Zhao Family's trump card was a single Martial Ancestor.

With the Martial Ancestor dead, the rest were not even worth Teng Snake