The Lu Family's grounds had long since been reduced to scorched earth. Every mountain range had either been pulverized or covered in cracks. The Immortal Third Divine Soil had been shattered by the sound waves, its spirituality drained away.
In the Divine Palace Pavilion, the great road paved with white jade had vanished without a trace, leaving only broken walls and rubble.
Li Jianchen's white hair danced in the wind. The aura around him gradually calmed, and his Jian Yi began to recede.
Yet neither he nor Wei Fan dared relax. A figure carrying a terrifying aura was speeding toward them from the direction of Jiangzhou City. Whether friend or foe, they could not yet tell.
Besides that figure, terrifying auras also erupted in other directions, all hurrying here.
Wei Fan stepped out of the Void World and stood shoulder to shoulder with Li Jianchen. As for Jiang Yujie, he had already fled who knew where, not daring to approach the battlefield at all.
A few breaths later, the figure flying from Jiangzhou City descended here.
His aura surged wildly, cracking the firmament and stirring up a sky full of sand.
"Who are you? What grievance did Lu Chenfeng have with you that you killed him?"
The newcomer was a middle-aged man. His aura was even stronger than Lu Chenfeng's, and he stared furiously at the Lu Family, which had already been razed to the ground.
This man was also a Dharma Form Martial Saint, but not one who had only recently entered the Dharma Form Realm. He had clearly cultivated in the Dharma Form Realm for many years. Even Wei Fan felt a burst of pressure; without using other means, he was probably no match for this man.
"And who might you be?"
Wei Fan swept his gaze over