"Fine thieves, I knew you'd try to loot a burning house!"
"Let me see which family's grandmaster dares employ such a sinister, treacherous scheme of sowing discord?"
A thunderous voice rang out. A hundred-zhang phantom rose above the Zhou Clan Western Sect—it was none other than the newly advanced Earth Grandmaster, Zhou Nanwang.
His ten fingers stirred, warping and shifting the surrounding space. Every hidden creature was exposed, with nowhere to hide.
It was like an iron shovel overturning a clod of earth, laying bare all the earthworms and insects concealed within.
With the Earth Grandmaster City Building Technique, a spark of Fist Intent could summon changes in the heavens and terrain at will.
The residence, which had only just calmed down, was disturbed once more.
It was already deep into the latter half of the night. The great battle had just subsided, and after the Eight Lords returned in defeat, the spies from various factions lurking around the residence had all retreated under the lingering might of Zhou Nanwang's advancement.
After being embroiled in turmoil for so long, the Zhou Clan Western Sect had finally gained a hard-won moment of rest.
Yet who could have imagined that someone would take the chance to infiltrate and attempt to assassinate Zhou Daqian right under Zhou Nanwang's nose?
The other party was a grandmaster—clearly, a grandmaster.
If they were not a grandmaster, they would never have dared to sneak in silently and attempt to harm Zhou Daqian, whose overall strength rivaled that of a Human Grandmaster...
Zhou Nanwang was both shocked and enraged. These people were far too ruthless, terrified that the enmity between the Zhou Clan and the Eight Lords was not deep enough.
Not long ago, Zhou Nanwang had rushed back in time, yet he had not launched a massacre,