The stage lights specially used for weddings instantly pierced their eyes.

A piece of white light.

This made their eyes hurt and their movements stagnated.

And during this gap, more crossbow arrows poured out mercilessly.

The leader and the others had no power to fight back, and could not see where the crossbow arrows were coming from.

He waved his saber several times angrily before falling into a pool of blood.

In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred enemies in white fell to the ground.

The next second, the disciples of the Martial Alliance appeared, raised their swords and beheaded all the dozen or so people alive.

There was blood all over the ground.

There was a hint of chill in this dark night, and even the fire in the distance couldn't suppress it.

After a great victory in the battle, Yuan Qingyi was not happy at all, and his eyes only focused on the enemy approaching from the main entrance.

In the field of vision, Prince Gong led more than 3,000 people wrapped in chariots and came over with murderous intent.

Yuan Qingyi stood on the second floor, her pretty face changed.

Her voice deepened and she shouted: "Prince Gong, are you going to ignore the king's order and rebel?"

"To kill Song Hongyan for 80 million people, it doesn't matter if I bear the name of rebellion."

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Prince Gong was dressed in white, with a white cloth wrapped around his head, and his expression was firm:
Chapter completed!