Before the Mu Family Ancestral Hall!
Zhou You and Lian Feihong's two forces converged. Looking at each other's troops, steeped in blood and smoke, they felt as though they had reunited after weathering countless trials.
Having traversed the Mu Family Old Manor by different routes, it was as if they had walked through an independent kingdom.
Along the way, they continuously wiped out resistance, leaving people behind to tally the seized wealth and population.
When one whale fell, all things came to life.
After the Mu Family's collapse, all the factions gathering around the "corpse" to divide the scraps of flesh clinging to its bones would surely swarm in after they left.
But before that, the fattest flesh had to be tasted first by the Lian Family and the Zhou Clan Western Sect.
The ancestral hall was solemn and austere in style, its hues cold and muted, carrying an ancient, distant aura that washed over them.
At last, they had reached the final stage.
To destroy a great family, leveling its ancestral hall and burning its spirit tablets was the final and most crucial step. This was cutting out the roots.
"Brother Da Qian, your pace hasn't been slow at all!"
Lian Feihong handed his weapon, thickly crusted with blood, to a personal guard, then came over and gave Zhou You a bear hug, patting his back.
"Young Heir, you weren't slow either. You reached the Mu Family Ancestral Hall at practically the same time as me!"
Zhou You glanced at the building. "Time waits for no one. Let's do it!"
"No rush. Brother Da Qian, did you encounter any formidable figures on your way here?"
Zhou You thought for a moment, then gave a negative answer. "None who stood out too much."
"Then that's strange. Why hasn't Mu Lingshe,