"Ah... such a pitiful child. He did not die in the struggle for the Immortal Path, but in the schemes of the Ancient Remnants. If he had been one of us from Divine Firmament, we absolutely could not endure it."
Luo Tongtian struck with both barrels, his words once again provoking Ji Chen and Zhan Taichong until their eyes turned red.
Shenxin's expression changed drastically. "You two, do not listen to his nonsense. Do you really expect him not to strike while you are weak? He has surely already arranged every last one of us."
"What nonsense are you spouting? My martial uncle has been upright and honorable all his life; every word he says is as solid as a nail!"
"Old Ji, Old Zhan, do not listen to Shenxin. He is wearing the same pair of pants as the Devil Race and the Ancient Remnants. Get them!"
Wang Xuanfeng also spoke, his words ringing like a hammer striking the ground.
Neither he nor Luo Tongtian noticed that the Xue Family Ancestor and Old Man of Heavenly Secrets had already rolled their eyes.
Did they not know their own reputations? It would have been fine if they had kept quiet, but the moment they opened their mouths, it was obvious this fight could no longer happen.
Upright and honorable, every word as solid as a nail—who were they trying to impress? Who the hell did not know something was wrong with the soil and water of Divine Firmament?
"We need an explanation!"
In the end, Zhan Taichong drew a deep breath, and his surging aura began to plummet wildly.
"Fuck! Are you still the head of a clan?" Luo Tongtian glared, his face full of displeasure.
"It is over. The Zhan Clan is finished. The head of a clan watches