The thick smell of blood filled the meeting hall.
The scattered pieces of flesh and the red-white sticky mixture splattered onto the bodies of the martial artists fighting nearby. Some of them even flew directly into the mouths of some martial artists who were breathing.
"Bah!"
"Ugh…"
The fishy smell made several battle-seasoned martial artists curse.
"Which bastard is throwing those dirty things?!" the elder of the Zhang family roared as he swept his gaze across the entire battlefield.
On the huge battlefield, the Li family's third branch had the upper hand. There were people from the Li family everywhere, and the situation was very good.
As he watched, the smile on his face grew wider and wider. Finally, his gaze fell on the center of the meeting hall.
The smile on his face suddenly stopped.