Emperor's son-in-law

Yang Jiutian's eyes were cracking, looking at his daughter, who was drenched in blood and did not have an inch of intact skin, his heart was about to break.

He stretched out his hands and wanted to hug his daughter, but her daughter was covered with wounds and couldn't do anything at all.

"Dad, Yu'er is so tired that she can't ...... I can't protect my brother anymore, Dad must ...... Be sure to protect your brother, and ...... Mother ......"

Yu'er finished saying the last word, and the arm stretched out to Yang Jiutian fell suddenly.

"Yu'er!" Yang

Jiutian roared in grief, a sudden sweetness suddenly appeared in the depths of his throat, and in the next second, a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

"

Teacher!" "Teacher!"

......

At this time, one after another imposing figures rushed in, it was the Nine Disciples of the Emperor Venerable who followed Yang Jiutian from the Extreme Realm.

"Boom!"

"Is this, the teacher's daughter?"

At this moment, the nine disciples of the Emperor Venerable all widened their eyes, and one after another their eyes fell on Yu'er, who had already been unrecognizable.

"This little Jiangcheng, do you want to be a river of blood? There are even people who dare to hurt the teacher's daughter!" The

nine top figures, including the Heavenly King of the Divine War Domain, the Hall Master of the Extraterritorial Dragon Palace, and the Master of the Divine Doctor Sect, were all furious at this time, and they were all like Shura from hell.

For a while, the entire factory was shrouded in terrifying killing intent.

Without waiting for Yang Jiutian's orders, the Divine Doctor Sect had already begun to rescue Yu'er.

"You...... Who are you?"

Da Pan was dumbfounded as he watched the terrifying powerhouses arrive one after another, and his body kept trembling.

"Bang!"

Dillon, the hall master of the Dragon Palace, disappeared directly in place, and slammed his fist towards Da Pan's head.

No one doubted that this punch would make Da Pan's head explode.

"Stop!" Xiang

Zhan, the Heavenly King of the War Domain, roared, and in the next second, he was already in front of Da Pan.

"Bang!"

Dillon punched Xiang Zhan in the chest, and Xiang Zhan retreated five or six steps before stopping.

"Xiang Zhan, do you want to stop me from killing this beast?"

Dillon stared at Xiang Zhan with scarlet eyes and scolded angrily.

Xiang Zhan didn't respond, stepped forward, opened his five fingers, grabbed Da Pan's neck suddenly, and asked sharply, "I'll only give you one chance to live." "

Who instructed you to be so cruel to the two children?" At

this moment, Da Pan's eyes burst out, and he couldn't breathe at all, he had no doubt that the man in front of him, as long as he used a little more force, his head would move.

"Say it!"

Seeing that Da Pan had already begun to roll his eyes, Xiang Zhan let go.

The ghost door was closed and left, where did Da Pan dare to hide it? Hurriedly shouted

: "The Xu family! It's the Xu family!" "It's Xu Shun, the head of the Xu family, he asked me to kill these two children, as for why I killed

them, I don't know, I really don't know!" "Please let ......me go

" Da Pan's words begging for mercy stopped abruptly, Dillon had already stepped forward and grabbed his neck, and said with a fierce face: "Hurt my little junior sister, die!"

"Wait!".

Li Changsheng suddenly stopped, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes: "Little junior sister is so seriously injured, how can you make life and death so easy for this beast?"

Dillon frowned: "What are you going to do with him?"

Li Changsheng gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Close the door and let the dog go!"

He fed the vicious dog a black pill, and soon, the vicious dog's eyes were bloodthirsty, countless times more irritable than before.

Da Pan was kicked by Dillon.

Everyone left, and only Da Pan and the vicious dog were left in the room.

"Ahh......h Ah......h

Twenty minutes later, Jiangcheng Xu's house.

A black Phaeton slowly stopped, and Yang Jiutian, who was dressed in military uniform, slowly walked out, looking up at the golden plaque above the lintel, his eyes were full of coldness.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, the golden plaque fell, and the word "Xu Family" broke from the middle.

"After today, there will be no more Xu family in Jiangcheng!" Suddenly,

a powerful momentum erupted from him.

At the same time, the Xu family manor, a huge banquet hall, with dozens of large dining tables, was full at the moment.

"Today is my 50th birthday banquet for Xu Shun, thank you very much for taking the time to attend in your busy schedules. Xu

Shun, the head of the family on the main seat, was dressed in a bright red Tang suit, with a smile on his face: "Everyone eat and drink well, have fun!"

There was a burst of cheers at the scene.

"Dad, Zi respectfully wishes you happiness such as the East China Sea and Shoubi Nanshan!"

At this time, a young man in his early twenties, holding a delicately packaged painting scroll in both hands, respectfully presented it.

When the scroll opened, it turned out to be a fine antique ink painting.

Xu Shun was immediately overjoyed: "Haha! Okay! Zijing has a heart, I like it very much!" First

the children of the Xu family gave birthday gifts, then the descendants of the Xu family, and finally the guests from all sides, and the table behind Xu Shun was full of all kinds of valuable gifts.

Since the birthday banquet, the smile on Xu Shun's face has not stopped, and there is laughter and laughter in the magnificent banquet hall.

"I wish the head of the Xu family, no death, no good death!" Just

when the guests from all over the world were sending blessings and congratulatory gifts, an untimely voice, like a thunderclap, exploded in the banquet hall.

Yang Jiutian, who was dressed in military uniform, walked in, and his majestic and upright body instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"Da-da-da!"

the boots stomped on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Behind Yang Jiutian, Dillon carried a corpse, and where the corpse dragged by, it left shocking traces of blood.

"Give a gift!" Yang

Jiutian said.

As his words fell, Dillon dragged the corpse's arm and flicked it violently, sending the corpse into the air.

"Boom!"

After the corpse flew a few meters away, it landed heavily in front of Xu Shun.

Blood, splashed Xu Shun's face!

Everyone's eyes fell on Yang Jiutian's body in unison, looking at the upright body, they were terrified in their hearts, as if they could hear their own heartbeat.

The Xu family controls the underground forces in Jiangcheng, and Xu Shun is the underground emperor of Jiangcheng.

Everyone clearly saw that the expression on Xu Shun's face gradually distorted, and a monstrous anger erupted from him.