Xiang Qiankun was ultimately a man of formidable will. His fist intent condensed; though he had witnessed that shocking scene and his mind had wavered slightly, he steadied himself moments later.
He smiled faintly. "You have invited me so warmly. How could I bear to disappoint you?"
At this moment, he had elevated Zhou You to a position equal to his own and no longer regarded him as a junior.
If an aristocratic clan was a miniature city, then the ancestral hall space was the city's core. One had to break the ancestral hall before one could destroy the family.
As a provincial governor suppressing an entire province, he had once campaigned against all those who refused to submit. Although he had initially been shocked to see Zhou You merge with the ancestral hall space, upon further thought, he was nothing more than an enemy stubbornly making a final stand.
"Today, I bear the staff of office and bring the cauldron with me. Let us test the Zhou Clan's old nest and see whose bones are harder!"
Xiang Qiankun held the provincial governor's staff in his left hand and the Town Cauldron in his right. Both bore the weight of a corner of the realm, yet they floated lightly above his palms, circling through the air.
"Go!"
The instant he spoke, the Town Cauldron crashed into the ancestral hall space with the imposing force of suppressing a province's hundred cities.
Zhou You's eyes widened. The fierce attack had caught him off guard. He could not evade it and could only withstand it head-on.
Having merged with the ancestral hall space gave him access to an ocean of spatial power, but it also nailed him in place. Faced with a heavy blow, he could neither dodge nor hide.
"Boom!"
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