Nangong Junhao's body turned into a cloud of blood mist.
Dead.
Some of the remaining members of the Nangong family began to flee.
But no one could really escape, and they were all turned into a bloody mist by the palm prints falling from the sky.
Finally, no one dared to move.
Everyone knelt down and kowtowed.
"Hand over all your storage bags. Don't hide anything. Otherwise, he will die miserably!"
Ximen Wuyu's heart moved and he spoke loudly.
These people handed over their storage bags without saying a word.
A gust of wind blew by, and all the storage bags flew towards Ximen Wuyu. He collected them one by one, and felt a little excited.
Is this what robbery feels like?
It seems pretty cool.
No wonder Master Ximen loves to rob so much.
He had heard from his family that Tang Xiaobao loved to rob, and whenever he met an enemy, he would rob them first.
It really feels great.
He looked at everyone again and asked, "Your Nangong family should have a treasure house, right?"
Everyone looked at an old man, who was also at the peak of the Immortal Sect Realm. At this moment, he was inconspicuous in the crowd. If not for everyone staring at him, he would not be noticeable at all.
"I'm usually in the treasury. I'll take you there right away."
The old man stood up and said respectfully.
"Okay, come here!"
Ximen Wuyu waved his hand.
The old man didn't dare to disobey, and immediately flew to Ximen Wuyu's side. He was about to clasp his fists, but at this moment, Ximen Wuyu punched out.
boom!
A huge pit appeared outside the gate of Nangong Mansion, and all the people there were killed.
Hundreds of people, no one survived, all were blown into pieces.
There was silence at the scene.
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