The Three-clawed Blood Eagle Guard

In the center of a long mountain range was the headquarters of a clan. Although the clan was weak, it had deep foundations.

At this moment, the mountains were almost in ruins, with a large number of pits in them. Numerous buildings had collapsed while countless corpses were spread everywhere. The ground was dyed with blood, which looked extremely dazzling in the dark.

Jian Wushuang was standing quietly in the void, wearing a scarlet cloak and with his hands behind his back.

Not long after, a blond elder came over and said respectfully, "Sir, as you ordered, the Luo Clan and its core disciples have been killed. From tonight, there is no Luo Clan in the Tang of the East."

"Good." Jian Wushuang stared at the gruesome scene without any compassion.

The Luo Clan was a supporter of a top clan of the Tang of the East. They had committed a lot of sinful crimes in private, so they were far from innocent.