The stone bridge exploded with a thunderous boom, breaking cleanly in two.
Returning Goose Pagoda's master, Fu Yanling, had been exchanging palm strikes head-on with Wang Zhihe when Wang Yehe ambushed her from behind. She immediately coughed up blood, her cultivation breaking.
With a shrill scream, all the force in her body erupted as she activated a secret technique. The stone bridge beneath her feet shattered and collapsed completely, sending her plunging down with it. With a splash, she fell into the river.
"Pursue!" Wang Zhihe shouted in a deep voice.
He was the first to dive into the river, charging after Fu Yanling.
Wang Yehe went with him, along with several Wang Family experts who flew out of the forest.
Wang Shaojun landed lightly before Wei He.
"How was that?" he asked with a smile.
"Amazing!" Wei He gave him a thumbs-up. "Returning Goose Pagoda is finished now. It depends on how the Chaos God Cult responds afterward."
"The Chaos God Cult won't be getting in so easily. They're already run ragged dealing with the various Daoist and Buddhist branches. They can't spare much strength," Wang Shaojun explained.
"What about those people who fought you?" Wei He suddenly remembered.
"There." Wang Shaojun pointed toward the woods behind them. Four people lay sprawled across the clearing, each with a bloody hole blasted through their chest.
One look was enough to tell that these wounds had been inflicted by the Wang Family's Spring Wind Transforming Rain Art.
"Even your grandfather went. You aren't going?" Wei He asked.
"No need. I specifically stayed behind to keep you company. What do you think? That's showing you enough respect, isn't it?" Wang Shaojun smiled.
He was not wrong. That was indeed the case.
Wei He was now entangled in too many matters, and had