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Chapter 1439

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"Big Brother …" Jiang Qin's face was pale as she stood behind Jiang Shun nervously. The arrogance from before was nowhere to be seen.

Jiang Lang was a lunatic. This was something everyone in the Jiang Family knew. In the entire Jiang Family, Jiang Lang didn't care about anyone at all. Only the Domain Monarch could suppress him.

They wanted to attack Mo Yi and Ye Qingtang previously because Jiang Lang wasn't around.

Yet unexpectedly …

He actually came back.

"Jiang Lang, calm down. She is your younger sister," Jiang Shun berated coldly.

"Younger sister?" Jiang Lang's lips curved into a sarcastic smile. "I dare to kill anyone who dares to touch Yi 'er. Younger sister … so what?"

"You're crazy!" Jiang Shun frowned. "There's a reason for today's incident. Do you know what Mo Yi did? She injured Yiming and even threatened to dig out You 'er's spirit root … "

"Injured Yiming?" Jiang Lang's expression didn't change as he glanced at Jiang Shun.

"That's right. She …"

"So, all of you here are here to kill my wife?" Jiang Lang's tone suddenly changed.

Jiang Shun was stunned. Before he could react, Jiang Lang stabbed his spear towards Jiang Shun's heart.

Jiang Shun hurriedly retreated with disbelief written all over his face.

"You want to kill me?" Jiang Shun glared at Jiang Lang. They were brothers! Mo Yi was just Jiang Lang's wife!

"No." Jiang Lang's shot missed and he laughed. His bloodshot eyes swept across the faces of everyone present. "What I want to kill is all of you."

After saying that, Jiang Lang directly struck with his spear, not showing any mercy at all.

He couldn't bear to let his woman suffer any grievances, yet they dared to hurt her!

Jiang Lang was extremely talented and had a good understanding of martial arts. All these years, he had been out in life and death battles, and all the techniques he had honed were killing moves.

Jiang Shun was forced into a cold sweat by Jiang Lang. He kept cursing Jiang Lang in his heart for being a lunatic.

Ye Qingtang's eyes were filled with shock as she watched the sudden turn of events.

"Don't be afraid." Mo Yi's voice suddenly sounded from behind her.

Ye Qingtang turned her head slightly. Mo Yi had already walked to her side with some difficulty. "That's your father. Everyone in the world can be afraid of him, but we don't have to."

Mo Yi smiled as she looked at the man in the middle of the fierce battle. The tenderness in her eyes seemed to not fade even after ten thousand years.

Looking at Mo Yi's expression, Ye Qingtang couldn't help but sigh.

This couple, who were notorious throughout the continent, were not heartless people. It was just that they had devoted their entire lives to one person.

Previously, Jiang Qin and the rest had fought with Mo Yi for a long time and had expended a lot of energy. Now that Jiang Lang was like a god of death descending from the heavens, he charged forward like a possessed demon. In addition to the four ghost-masked guards that Jiang Lang had brought back, each of them possessed extraordinary strength. Four against five, they immediately felt strained.

Ye You, who was hiding not far away, watched everything unfold in front of her. The smile on her face had long since crumbled.

"That … That's Jiang Lang?" Ye Xun secretly swallowed her saliva as she looked at Jiang Lang, who had turned into a demon.

Previously, she felt that Mo Yi was already scary enough. However, she did not expect Jiang Lang to be even more terrifying. For a woman, he did not even show mercy to his own brothers and sisters. Without saying anything, every move was fatal.

Ye You secretly gritted her teeth.

First, it was Mo Yi. Now, it was Jiang Lang. Why was Ye Qingtang so lucky?

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