"You...you all know everything?" Yuan Wenhuan stared at Wanqi Yuan in disbelief, his eyes wide open, his heart filled with turmoil. He could never have imagined that this seemingly unfathomable man could describe their origins so accurately.

Could it be that their mission was just a well-designed trap? Thinking of this, Yuan Wenhuan couldn't help but feel a chill rising up his spine.

If even this man knew so much, then what about Fu Ling'er? Did she also know their details long ago? Thinking of this, Yuan Wenhuan felt as if he had become a puppet being manipulated at will. All their pride and sense of superiority disappeared at this moment.

It turns out...it turns out that in Fu Ling'er's eyes, they are just like a group of clowns, who think they are cleverly planning everything, but they don't know that they may have fallen into a trap set by someone.

But they were stupid enough to fall into the trap voluntarily, and now they are about to die, just as someone wanted.

Yuan Wenhuan was frightened by the conspiracy he imagined in his mind. The big family was the best place to hide filth. And he was so outstanding and dazzling, he must have been plotted against.

No, it's impossible. The head of the family values ​​him so much and has repeatedly told him to work hard for the family. He is the future and hope of the family. How could he possibly plot against him?

This man must be talking nonsense. He didn't believe it. As long as he completed the task and brought Fu Ling'er's head back, he would be a great contributor to the Yuan family.

Yuan Wenhuan became more and more excited the more he thought about it, and his grip on Qingyao's hand tightened. The most urgent thing he had to do was to threaten Fu Ling'er into submission.

"Boom,"

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the side, as if the whole world was shaken by this sudden sound. Then, Yuan Wenhuan and Wanqi Yuan turned their heads at the same time, and saw a figure with blazing flames all over his body, like a falling meteor, falling straight to the ground, and began to frantically flutter and howl, the sound resounding through the sky. Listening carefully, the miserable voice turned out to be Shang Qingyun.

The red lotus fire was like the claws of a demon, clinging tightly to his body. No matter how hard he struggled and rolled, the fire showed no sign of extinguishing. Shang Qingyun's clothes turned to ashes in an instant, his skin was burnt black, and his expression was twisted in pain, which was unbearable to look at.

"Ah... Help! Yuan Wenhuan, help me... Help..." Shang Qingyun's cry for help became weaker and weaker, as if the fire of life was being devoured bit by bit by the red lotus fire. The blazing flames continued to rage mercilessly, burning the surrounding air to an extremely hot temperature.

In just a few breaths, Shang Qingyun was burned to ashes.

Fu Ling'er did not stop, but quickly turned her wrist, and the Sword of the God of Death danced a sword flower, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. Her agile figure flashed and rushed towards the remaining three men in black again.

"Ah, Qingyun, damn it, damn it, put down your weapon, or I will kill her," Yuan Wenhuan was so frightened by Shang Qingyun's shrill roar that his hands were shaking. The hostage in his hands was shaking so much that he almost lost his grip.

However, the next moment his body began to tremble slightly, and the fear in his mind was infinitely magnified. An illusion seemed to appear before his eyes, as if Shang Qingyun was still rolling and screaming.

Yuan Wenhuan suddenly felt something was wrong. He felt something strange in his body. This... was the sign of being hit. Why? When was he hit? What was he hit by?

Yuan Wenhuan felt his mind becoming increasingly confused, as if the Wanqi Yuan in front of him had split into two.

"Ouch," Yuan Wenhuan bit his tongue hard, and the pain immediately made him clear-headed. He wanted to mobilize his divine power to fight back immediately, but it seemed as if a heavy rock was pressing on his dantian, and his divine power could not flow smoothly for a long time.

Forced by the situation, Yuan Wenhuan was like a trapped beast that could not find a way out and fell into deep despair.

He knew in his heart that he would most likely die here today. Watching Fu Ling'er, who was like a killer descending from a distance, mercilessly killing the last elite of his Yuan family, Yuan Wenhuan's heart was filled with resentment and resentment.

No, he was the proud son of the Yuan family, how could he die in such a cowardly way? Even if he really reached the end of his life, he must die gloriously and worthily.

In the next moment, Yuan Wenhuan suddenly raised his head and stared at Wanqi Yuan and Fu Ling'er not far away. His eyes became extremely cruel, as if they could spit out fire. At the same time, a crazy and sinister smile slowly climbed up the corners of his mouth.

“Hahahaha… If I can’t kill you, I will send you to hell. You all die. Let us fall into the endless abyss of hell together,” along with this hoarse roar, Yuan Wenhuan began to mutter to himself. His speech was extremely fast and unclear, but as his chanting sounded, a powerful force suddenly gushed out of his body.

In the blink of an eye, a strong wind suddenly blew up from the originally peaceful surroundings. The wind howled and raged, gathering together at an alarming speed to form a huge tornado. This tornado was like a solid cocoon, tightly wrapping Yuan Wenhuan and Qingyao in it.

"No...don't!" Fu Ling'er saw this scene, her delicate body suddenly flashed, and she rushed to the side of the wind ball cocoon like a flash of lightning.

However, the moment she approached, the powerful hurricane around the wind group cocoon suddenly erupted, like countless extremely sharp blades, carrying the power of destroying the world, and rushed towards her at lightning speed. This terrifying wind seemed to contain endless murderous intent, as if it could ruthlessly strangle her into countless tiny fragments in the next moment.

"Ling...er!" Wanqi Yuan was furious, and his heart was horrified. His actions were faster than his thoughts. He reached out without hesitation and grabbed Fu Ling'er's slender arm with his right hand. He pulled it back with all his strength, hugged Fu Ling'er's soft body tightly, and protected her firmly in his arms.

"Boom, boom, boom," the violent heartbeat was deafening.

The rapid heartbeat clearly told Fu Ling'er that at the critical moment just now, Wanqi Yuan was almost frightened to death.

"Qingyao..." Fu Ling'er's eyes were red. She hated herself at this moment. She watched the wind mass cocoon continue to expand. She couldn't save Qingyao, Qingyun and Qingzhu. She didn't protect them well, and she caused their deaths.

How could she... forgive herself?

"Ling'er, don't be sad. You still have me and them. We will avenge them sooner or later. But... if we don't leave now, it will be too late."