Ancestor Pagoda

Futur Ancient Clan.

Inside the vast council hall of the main peak.

The Lineage Heads, numerous elders, and younger members of some standing within the Futur Ancient Clan were all seated in the hall.

Everyone wore grim expressions, and the hall was frighteningly silent, as though a tremendous storm were about to erupt.

"Humph, insolent brat." Seated at the head, Futur Xuan, clad in a grayish-white robe, slammed his palm viciously onto the table beside him.

With a deafening bang.

The table instantly turned to dust.

The immense aura of a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign swept out from Futur Xuan's body.

Everyone in the hall found it somewhat difficult to breathe, cold sweat breaking out across their backs.

Everyone knew that the Great Elder was truly enraged.

The entire hall was silent enough to hear a pin drop. No one dared provoke the Great Elder at such a time.

"This old man trusted him so deeply, and this is how he repays this old man? If I do not avenge this grievance, how will the Futur Ancient Clan have any face left to stand in the Great Thousand World?"

Every word Futur Xuan spoke carried a trace of a roar.

The Futur Ancient Clan had already given Qing Xuan to him in marriage, yet he still dared to abduct Qing Yanjing and incite Pixiu to provoke the Futur Ancient Clan.

He simply did not take the Futur Ancient Clan seriously.

Although the Futur Ancient Clan ranked at the bottom among the Five Great Ancient Clans, it was not a clan that just anyone could humiliate.

Futur Xuan said in a deep voice, "Therefore, this old man has decided to personally lead our forces to capture Chen Mo, bring back Qing Xuan and Qing Yanjing while I am at it, then