Remnants of Jingting Mountain

"You drew a Top Oracle?"

Frost blanketed Shen Xiaotang's face, while the baleful rage in his heart churned uncontrollably outward.

Ever since the sect's internal strife, after Second Madam fled with her diehard loyalists, Starry Sky Valley had been grievously weakened!

Shen Xiaotang had led this expedition precisely to pressure Bee Elephant Valley. If he wanted his own power to grow and flourish, he naturally needed more Strong God disciples.

Yet the disciples of the Poison Bee and Spirit Elephant factions had bones tougher than iron!

They refused to lower their heads from beginning to end.

This time, the two sides had even clashed, costing Shen Xiaotang several capable fighters.

He missed the glory of the past beyond measure. If Jingting Mountain were still as it had once been, what the hell would a tiny Bee Elephant Valley count for!

Those stubborn, iron-boned wretches would all have to kneel at his feet and bow their heads in submission!

They would not even need Jingting Mountain at its peak. Just going back a few months, to when he and Second Madam had first occupied Starry Sky Valley, would have been enough to destroy Bee Elephant Valley.

Yet that civil war had not only inflicted dreadful casualties upon the Dong Ting Faction disciples, but had also heavily depleted the newly subdued Star Officials and Lantern Disciples, who fled amid the chaos.

Damn it!

That damned bitch!

More than once, Shen Xiaotang had cursed Second Madam. Did she have to fight him for everything?

If Second Madam had obediently lowered her head, how could their side have ended up like this?

Shen Xiaotang had already been seething after suffering a setback at Bee Elephant Valley. Yet the moment he returned to Starry Sky Valley, he heard that one of the valley's Spirit Sign