C42 The Meteor Image of the Martial Saint

The palace.

Zhu Mingfeng, who was standing on the Cloud Viewing Platform, looked at the Wu Steel Manor in the distance with an ice-cold expression.

"This nephew of mine sure has a good method!"

"That old thing Yue Ming actually didn't die. It seems like he knows about his father's death."

"Pass down the order, leave no one alive."

His voice was extremely cold