447 I Want One Of The Secret Realm's Quotas

"Xuanying died? How it's possible for him to die? How could that bastard Nangong Wuque kill the second elder?"

Nangong Xuanhe emitted his aura without restraining himself. A terrifying fluctuation filled the whole hall and a whistling wind swept through it.

The Ancient Shura City's experts looked at Nangong Xuanhe with indifference. The corners of their mouth curled upwards as they revealed faint smiles. Their smiles seemed to have a hint of mockery in it...

However, the current Nangong Xuanhe didn't have the mood to pay attention to those experts. His mind was already in enough of a mess. Xuanying died? Xuanying was his little brother...

How could he just die like that?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. In the end, Nangong Xuanhe almost unleashed a roar in order to vent his anger.