The Gong Family held the home-field advantage and gradually gained the upper hand.
By this point in the slaughter, who was right and who was wrong no longer mattered. What mattered most was who could remain standing and laugh last.
Zhang Chen watched the Eight Great Families locked in a chaotic melee, the corners of his lips curling into a smug smile. Then he turned into a streak of light and took the chance to leave, no longer involving himself in the affairs at the scene.
"What a pity I didn't leave Zhang Shenqi behind at the Gong Family." A trace of regret showed in Zhang Chen's eyes.
As the killing gradually ceased, the heads of the Eight Great Families escaped the Gong Family under the desperate protection of their clan elders. Though the Gong Family possessed the advantage of their own grounds, they had not prepared sufficiently. Keeping the people in charge of the Eight Great Families behind was unrealistic.
As the slaughter stopped, the Gong Family Head looked at the devastation filling the courtyard and the corpses carpeting the ground. When his gaze swept over the bodies of elder-level figures from the Eight Great Families, his mentality nearly collapsed. This was a disaster of enormous proportions. They had clashed head-on with seven families at once—looking for death with a lantern in a latrine. What awaited the Gong Family next would be the Eight Great Families' tempestuous retaliation.
"Can anyone tell me why the fighting broke out?" The Gong Family Head swept his gaze over the wounded clan elders in the courtyard and the younger generation tending their bandages, his mentality on the verge of collapse.
The Gong Family disciples who had begun the slaughter were already dead. The remaining people had merely seen their own kin fighting the