Cultivating with Top Enlightenment

The Cyan Bull Blade Master remained silent, just nodding slightly, then soared back into the air, pursuing along the Divine Feather Grand General’s lingering aura.

The Wang Clan’s disaster, what did it have to do with him?

Not kicking them when they were down was morally commendable enough!

The crowd looked at each other. ...

Another moment passed.

The intense fluctuation emerged once more from the sky, shocking everyone, hearts leaping with anxiety, unable to fathom the strange occurrence, how Celestial Human Realm experts seemed as abundant as cabbages, one after another.

This newest wave was especially numerous.

Yet someone recognized a few familiar faces among them, notably a scion of the Wang Clan, crying tears of joy. "Ancestor! Ancestor, you’ve finally returned!"

The surviving members of the Wang Clan found their backbone, their cries heart-wrenching. "All gone!" "Centuries of foundation, all gone!" "Ancestor, you must avenge the family head and others, they died so tragically!"

Ancestor Wang stood before the ’familiar ruins,’ listening to the wails around him, his spirit teetering, as if in a nightmare.

Went out once, and the home was gone?

His eyes were blood-red, fixed on a clan member nearby, his voice hoarse: "What exactly happened?"

Listening to the clan member’s tearful account, Ancestor Wang let out a scream, staggering, vomiting a mouthful of vital blood, his already withered state deteriorating further.

Only then did some notice something amiss with Ancestor Wang—he was missing an arm!

They were all astonished. "Ancestor, your arm?"

Ancestor Wang was deaf to them, only yelling skyward: "Old Demon Lin, you and I are mortal enemies!!"