Clan warfare had become an increasingly important form of confrontation. The victors took all; the losers saw their clans exterminated.
The main forces supporting the Royal Family and the Primordial Noble Families were all aristocratic families. The difference lay in their stances, yet they often had countless tangled ties between them, even faint bonds of blood.
They knew each other inside and out. Aside from a small number of secret forces, all the data visible on the surface was completely transparent.
Xiang Qiankun estimated that the combined strength of the Zhou Clan Eastern and Western Sects had nearly been exhausted. Their chips were running out.
Thus, the moment that was equally crucial to the Xiang Clan had arrived. One game would decide victory and defeat.
Though clashes between Earth Sect experts were the key to determining the outcome, the battle among the clans' ordinary members could not be underestimated either.
Once the clansmen were all lost and their bloodline severed at the root, even an Earth Sect's state of mind would be disturbed.
Therefore, his tactic was to break through the Zhou Clan's ancestral hall space first, slaughter the dependents within, and thereby affect the Zhou Clan's main force. Then he would disrupt the Zhou Clan Ninth Generation Ancestor and win his own side a chance at victory.
"There are corpses ahead—they're ours!"
"Quickly inform the Governor! Young Master Nephew's body has been found!"
The voices of countless subordinates converged by Xiang Qiankun's ears. His heart gave a slight jolt, and he knew Zhou Daqian was already nearby.
"Ancestral hall space!"
Xiang Qiankun was an Earth Sect. With a flicker of his eyes, he had already seen the general outline of the Zhou Clan's ancestral hall space.
Just as expected, figures thronged within the ancestral hall space, packed with the