Seeing this from the tall building, the frown on Xuanyuan Hong's face finally relaxed, replaced by a satisfied smile.
"Looks like this farce is finally over."
'So what if the Qin Family's old ancestor died? What does that have to do with me? As long as that mosquito is dealt with in the end, it's all good.'
Meanwhile, though the members of the Qin Family were grief-stricken, the Qin patriarch forced himself to stand up straight.
He gnashed his teeth as he stared at the faltering mosquito in the sky, trying to calm the younger family members around him.
"Everyone, don't panic!"
"No matter the cost, as long as we can tear this vile beast limb from limb today, our great vengeance will be achieved!"
"The Old Ancestor's life will not have been sacrificed in vain!"
High above, Nether Scythe Emperor Luo Guocha found he couldn't smile at all.
He stared intently at the mosquito, whose aura had weakened to an extreme degree, his expression graver than ever before.
'Too terrifying.'
