"Who is it? How dare you act so impudently in our Boleyn Family!"
An angry roar sounded from the depths of the Boleyn Family, shaking the entire Ancient Viewing City.
Countless living beings in Ancient Viewing City were alarmed.
Rumble!
A figure shot into the air above the Boleyn Family's entrance, bringing with it an earth-shattering wave of air.
It was a golden-robed old man. His gaze was stern, and he had the aura of someone who had been in power for a long time. No one dared to look him in the eye.
"This is the old patriarch of the Boleyn Family, Westings."
Many people who were observing from afar recognized the golden-robed old man immediately.
Westings looked at the Boleyn Family guards who were injured and dead all over the ground. His eyes were wide open as his anger soared like a volcano that was about to erupt.
A substantial killing intent swept out from his body.