C691 Burn the Zixin Clan's Blood!

"Qiuyi!"

A surge of alarm coursed through the middle-aged beauty at the heart of Qianshi Pavilion. The barriers, meticulously crafted by Yin Qiuyi's master and the pavilion's head, had crumbled in a single move.

Unable to remain a distant spectator, the middle-aged woman sprang into action and darted toward the chaos