"The third kill..."
"The fourth kill..."
"The fifth kill..."
...
"The one hundred thirtieth kill..."
As Ye Qingfeng's finger pointed out.
A mass of flames continually vanished into the void.
At the same time, the young masters of the Hong, Luo, and Xu families.
No matter the place, whether it was a karaoke bar, an elite office building, a mansion, or a farmhouse.
Regardless of elderly elders, middle-aged elites, spirited youths, or babbling children, as long as they were clansmen connected by bloodline with the three families.
All were curse-killed by Ye Qingfeng from afar.
Of course, with Ye Qingfeng's current capabilities.
He could at most curse-kill martial artists below the level of war general.
And could only cover the entire Jiangnan City.
However, this was enough.
"The one hundred thirty-first kill... Luo Badao."
"The one hundred thirty-second kill... Hong Tianxing."
Ye Qingfeng's fingers kept pointing.
