"Brother, brother, you must hold on, but you must not die!"
In front of the main hall door of the atrium, Ma Tianxiong firmly grasped the door frame with one hand, looking at the courtyard shrouded in black mist with red eyes, and his lips were bloodless.
The sound of Ma Tianming fighting in the black fog has become weaker and weaker.
He was trapped inside for more than four hours and fought to death without sparing any effort. He watched helplessly as the momentum of Ma Tianming, who was so powerful, weakened little by little.
Ma Tianming is about to die.
Now his heart sank to the bottom.
It was not because he was worried that Ma Tianming would die in the black fog formation, but because he was worried about where the Ma family should go after Ma Tianming died.
Without the support of Ma Tianming, the entire Ma family will become extremely fragile. In the hands of these Xuanmen Taoists, there is no way to fight back!
The Ma family's century-old foundation will be destroyed tonight!
"Bring me out."
A trace of resentment flashed in Ma Tianxiong's eyes, and after giving the order, Ma Wenyao immediately dragged Ma Zeao out of the secret room of the main hall and asked him to kneel at the door.
"You are here, if your purpose tonight is really to seek justice for your nephew."
"Then no matter whether the person was disabled by us or not, I will admit it."
"Isn't it just that your life has been cut off?"
Ma Tianxiong took the iron rod from Ma Wenyao's hand, and with a sudden look on his face, he swung the rod directly and hit Ma Ze'ao hard between the legs!
"puff!"
Ma Zeao almost didn't even scream. He opened his mouth wide, rolled his eyes upward, and fell to the ground in a faint.
The blood instantly stained the entire trousers red, and the whole body was convulsing, and the person died on the spot.
"enough?"
Ma Tianxiong stood at the door with a long stick in his hand and blood dripping from his hand.
Ma Yingfeng and Ma Wenyao's faces were both pale.
Although they have evil intentions, they have all planned many bloody murder scenes. Ma Yingfeng even planned the occurrence of the Lu family's bloody night. But after all, they are all the masterminds behind the scenes and rarely have the opportunity to implement it with their own hands.
Now that they have seen this scene with their own eyes, they can't help but tremble all over. It's not because they are afraid of seeing such a bloody scene, but because they are afraid that the next person like this may very well become him.
But what responded to him was a deathly silence.
"boom!"
"Crack!"
He swung the iron rod down hard again and hit Ma Zeao's right knee directly.
The sound of broken bones was heard instantly and violently.
Ma Yingfeng and Ma Wenyao couldn't help but their expressions changed drastically.
The pupils shrank, filled with a strong look of fear.
"Is this enough?"
Ma Tianxiong suddenly seemed to have lost his temper. He waved the iron rod in his hand and began to hit every joint on Ma Zeao's body mercilessly.
Every joint was connected with nerves. When the iron rod fell, Ma Zeao, who had fainted, was so painful that he opened his eyes, and then passed out again.
Until, Ma Zeao was lying in a pool of blood, his skin and flesh all over his body were torn, and even the white bone stubble was pierced out of his flesh and blood, exposed to the air, and his life and death were unknown.
Ma Tianxiong took a deep breath and stared coldly out of the window: "Aren't you going to speak?"
"Only if I want the Ma family to be exterminated will you be willing to give up?"
Seeing that there was still no movement outside, he gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice: "Bring the others out too!"
Ma Wenyao's expression changed, but he did as he was told.
He walked out from the secret room, holding the chain and leading a large group of figures.
But when these people saw Ma Zeao lying unconscious in a pool of blood in front of the door, they all rushed forward and howled loudly.
They are all relatives of Ma Zeao within three generations.
Parents, brothers, sisters, and grandparents.
Among them, there is even Ma Tiancuo, who is the deputy head of the family.
This old man, who is over seventy years old, is like a prisoner at this moment, tightly locked with iron chains.
After being kicked by Ma Wenyao, he fell to his knees on the ground, facing the black fog outside the door, his face numb and expressionless.
"Bring the knife."
Ma Tianxiong stretched out his hand.
Ma Wenyao's face froze, and while hesitating, he saw Ma Yingfeng running back in a hurry, taking off the long knife from the wall, and then handed it to Ma Tianxiong:
"Yes, kill them all! Kill them all! As long as it can calm the anger of these Xuanmen Taoists, we will not hesitate to kill another hundred or a thousand such people!"
