Take Ye Chen Down
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Wu Fucheng's expression was solemn as he gestured toward a servant.
Not long after, a few square boxes were carried up, which emitted a strong scent of blood.
"Old Wu, what is this? What are you trying to do? Just spit it out, or I'll leave. Everyone's time is precious!"
"Hmph!" Wu Fucheng snorted. "If you leave, your family will be next!"
His voice was as cold as ice.
The person who spoke was obviously frightened by this threat. Just as he was about to speak, Wu Fucheng waved his arm, and a powerful gust of wind blew across the hall.
The cloth-covered boxes were opened!
Moments later, the entire hall fell silent, and everyone gasped!
Because the boxes contained bloody heads!
Most importantly, they recognized the owners of these heads!
The sect master of the Qingcheng Sect!
The Li clan's patriarch!
The leader of the Tyrant Fist sect!
What was Wu Fucheng doing?