Half a month later.
Taihao Clan Ancestral Court.
A bloody cleansing targeting the Taihao Clan was underway.
More than ten cultivation factions had joined forces, mobilizing a massive army of cultivators to surround the Taihao Clan Ancestral Court so tightly that not even water could seep through.
The Taihao Clan's Mountain Gate had already been breached. Those cultivators swarmed through the Taihao Clan Ancestral Court like locusts, burning, killing, and looting.
Blood filled the air, and screams shook the heavens.
"What are you doing? Bastards! You dare rebel?"
An elder of the Taihao Clan screamed in fury.
Smack!
A slap viciously cracked across the old man's face.
"Rebel? Pah! Taihao Qingcang is finished long ago! All those Old Ancestors of your Taihao Clan are dead too. Even now, you still can't see the situation for what it is?"
An enemy sneered viciously, spat a thick wad of phlegm at the elder, then drew his blade and slashed. The old man's head rolled to the ground.
"Kill them! Kill them all, and take every last treasure!"
Someone roared at the top of his lungs.
"Who would have thought that what once happened to the Mystic Phoenix God Race would now be repeated upon my Taihao Clan..."
Taihao Yun Jue's eyes were bloodshot. His fists clenched tightly as unbearable grief and indignation surged within him, along with an inexpressible desolation.
The more than ten cultivation factions that had invaded the Taihao Clan this time had once all been subordinates of the Taihao Clan!
Yet the moment the Taihao Clan fell into misfortune, those subordinates transformed into hungry wolves and pounced without mercy.
The Taihao Clan of today had no Founder watching over it, no peerless Dao Ancestor to hold it up, and could not even produce more than a few Dao Ancestors.