The presidents of the three great merchant associations and the many martial artists of the Qian Lineage stood inside the Qian Lineage compound, cleaning up the aftermath. The surrounding streets were in complete chaos. Countless martial artists were either taking advantage of the turmoil to loot or scrambling for their lives. Lin Bai shook his head, bid farewell to the three great merchant associations, and returned to Azure Dragon Inn with Zhou Xi.
As they walked onto the street, Lin Bai saw many martial artists heading toward the Qian Lineage compound. Clearly, they wanted to watch the spectacle and see whether the Qian Lineage had been wiped out by the Demon Race.
"After this great battle, even if the Qian Lineage wasn't destroyed, it has suffered grievous losses. If Arid Dragon City survives this calamity, the situation facing the Qian Lineage will become even more severe." Zhou Xi spoke calmly. Although the Twenty-Seven Demons had escaped, they had killed a great many experts from the Qian Lineage. Among those who had died in battle, several hundred had been at the Dao Venerable and Dao Immortal levels, while as many as three Dao God-level experts had fallen. The other Dao God-level experts had all suffered severe injuries. To recover, they would need either a massive supply of cultivation resources or decades of secluded cultivation.
The Qian Lineage was in such a state that, although its family had survived and had not been destroyed, it was practically crippled.
"I'm not worried about the Qian Lineage or Arid Dragon City. The Heavenly Dao turns in cycles, and all things have their own destined number. If the Qian Lineage lacks the power to defy the heavens, then it can only sit there and await death." Lin Bai let out a long sigh. "What concerns