A motley crowd of fish and dragons had gathered. A few days ago, these people had still been somewhat furtive, but now, one by one, they could no longer sit still.
As for the Ning Family, of course they would not be completely unprepared. All restrictions had been fully activated, and on the outskirts of Lei Yin Mountain, hundreds of patrolling disciples could be seen as well.
They were facing a great enemy!
When Lin Xuan arrived nearby, this was the scene he saw.
Yet after releasing his divine sense and sweeping over the area briefly, he shook his head.
These Ning Family disciples were far too disgraceful. With the mansion on the verge of collapse and foreign enemies pressing at the gates, they were still fighting among themselves with great enthusiasm. They truly would not shed tears until they saw the coffin.
Lin Xuan's view was naturally not baseless, because he discovered that although there were quite a few Ning Family cultivators on patrol, experts were few and far between—not even a single Core Condensation Realm cultivator among them.
Clearly, those steward elders had put all their energy into the internal strife over the family head. Sending out these shrimp soldiers and crab generals—even with the restrictions assisting them—did they think they could really block the enemy?
They truly did not know whether they were dead or alive!
Dignified immortal cultivators, yet so greedy for power and status. Their decline was only a matter of time.
Of course, Lin Xuan did not care. His current goal was merely to take the Ning Family as his own claws and fangs.
At this moment, heads were packed together in a crowd, and his appearance was ordinary, so naturally no one paid him the slightest attention. Lin Xuan turned into a streak