Among first-rate Ancient Clans.
Face mattered most.
The Wang Clan had arrived in public.
They wished to summon a slave of the Zhou Family.
The affront had already been committed.
Most laughably of all,
the Wang Clan had come merely because of an utterly absurd street rumor.
"This concerns the Heavenly Maiden of our clan. Some matters are best investigated thoroughly!"
"This is Zhou Family territory. Leave at once!" The Zhou Family experts refused to yield an inch.
In the end, the two sides parted on bad terms, and the Wang Clan members were forcefully driven away by the Zhou Family elders.
As three first-rate Ancient Clans of Changping, they naturally engaged in open and covert strife, with friction inevitable between them.
As the saying went, kings did not meet kings.
Standing at the pinnacle, who would be willing to lose face?
The rumors from outside had been far too exaggerated.
They claimed that a Crossing Pig had first slain Zhang Heilu, then butchered Gray Three, slaughtering in all directions with the valor of a dragon.
The Zhang Family and the Zhou Family
did not believe a word of it.
They regarded it as madman's nonsense.
As for the Wang Clan, though they had intended to investigate,
they met with fierce resistance from the Zhou Family.
In the end, they too vanished without a trace,
never mentioning it again.
After all, a Crossing Pig
that had just entered the Nether Realm, slaughtered in all directions, and swept aside Heavenly Prodigies—
anyone hearing such a tale would shake their head again and again.
Thus, several days later, the storm subsided.
Xiao Chen escaped disaster and withdrew unscathed.
It had to be said that prejudice was a great mountain, pressing down upon the hearts of all the Ancient Clans.
Crossing Pigs were