The one who struck was the 'King of the Southeast,' Zhou Ding.
As Zhou You and Zhou Daqian's legitimate son, he had inherited the Zhou Clan Western Sect's legacy. He was renowned even in the northern lands.
Before North-Zhen North-Ge fell, he had kept Zhou Ding by his side, teaching and nurturing him with painstaking care, pouring his heart and blood into him.
Later, Zhou Ding returned to the Zhou Clan. Amid wind and rain, he stabilized the Lineage, carved out a realm in the southeast, and became the universally acknowledged 'King of the Southeast.'
For such a figure to sit firmly in command of one region, Shen Fei's identity was anything but ordinary. Yet he had actually come to the northern lands and risked himself as well.
Even more startling was that Zhou Ding had exposed his whereabouts for Zhou Xin's sake and resolutely attacked Saint King Ming Qiu Mo.
"Hehe, good! Good!"
Ming Qiu Mang's face was full of delight. "I was just worrying that I couldn't find you. Today, I can kill two sons Zhou Daqian entrusted with great responsibilities at once, severing his finest bloodline. That can be considered repayment for the arrow of hatred from back then."
Back then, when the Witch Clan Tribe invaded the northern lands, Ming Qiu Mo had been one of their elites. He had led numerous Gu Dao Elite Army soldiers and geniuses onto the battlefield, and the Legitimate Sons of countless aristocratic families had all been no match for him.
Only against Zhou You had he suffered a crushing loss. He considered it a humiliation, an indelible stain upon the five halls of his life.
By the time he had gained strength, Zhou You had long been dead, leaving him with flames of rage that had nowhere to burn.