"This is a good feast of titles, why did it look like this?" The King of Fighters urged anxiously again.

Zhang Jiuling was silent for a moment, and then said: "The King of Fighters, now...there may be no one at the scene."

"Even the island in the middle of the lake where the title feast was held is gone."

What?

Hearing this, King of Fighters Mo Gucheng could no longer keep his composure.

He stared, his pupils constricted.

A pair of old eyes, but staring huge!

"You... you mean, everyone, was... killed?"

Thinking of this, even the King of Fighters himself felt a shiver all over his body and a chill down his back.

who?

Who exactly?

Could it be that the powerful Truman came to attack, and it was impossible to start a martial arts war with Yan Xia?

At this time, the King of Fighters knew that the situation was serious.

He realized that this matter was no longer something he could decide on his own.

Therefore, he immediately found Juggernaut and Tang Hao and informed them of the matter.

"What did you say?"

"Grandmaster Qingyun is dead?"

"Killed at the title feast?"

"Is this true?"

Juggernaut and Tang Hao both trembled when they heard the words.

"It should be true."

"Jiangbei has already sent me the live video data."

"You can take a look."

While speaking, King of Fighters Mo Gucheng projected a video and image onto the screen in front of him.

In the video, first is the huge ruins of the Lu family manor.

Then, there is the water of the West Lake, which is as red as blood. Floating flesh and blood can still be vaguely seen above.

Of course, there was Lu Songliang's unwilling and terrified corpse.

quiet~

There was a long silence.

In the hall, Ya Sparrow was silent. JrNovels.com