He interrogated those two.
This stronghold was mainly composed of the Lu family's martial artists and young strong men, even the elders and women didn't know the hiding places.
And he knew who held the most precious wealth of this place and where it was located, right at the three-story pavilion in the center, in the hands of Lu Yue's father, Lu Dazhi.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
A piercing voice echoed through the night sky, with flames reflecting Gu Sheng like a demon god walking in the fire. One by one, the martial artists of the Lu family charged at Gu Sheng in anger, but none could withstand a single move.
The ferocious axe seemed like a scythe harvesting lives, extremely ruthless.
A single chop split them in half, causing onlookers to gasp in fear.
From afar, someone attempted to interfere with Gu Sheng using arrows, but they only made clinking sounds on the refined heavy armor, which Gu Sheng barely acknowledged.
At this moment.