"Ancestor, please calm your anger!" Yao Xinghai's voice came from outside the curtain.
This sentence caused a cold light to flash in Mu Qingge's eyes, making them bright, and she suddenly stood up.
The little girl's hand was almost able to touch Mu Qingge's face, but was suddenly interrupted by Yao Xinghai. Her delicate and lovely little face instantly turned hideous and terrifying, yelling at the silhouette outside the curtain, "Get out——!"
An invisible wave of energy suddenly burst forth, directly shredding the layers of curtains. The shattered cloth pieces flew chaotically throughout the room, and the force did not stop, directly attacking Yao Xinghai's chest as he stood in the room.
Yao Xinghai did not dodge but took the blow head-on.
The force nearly caved in his chest, and his body flew backward, unable to suppress a mouthful of fresh blood which spurted out.
