"Whoosh—"
A cold blue light streaked in from beyond the ancient city and quickly descended beside the ancient well. As the blue light faded, more than a dozen sinister, icy figures appeared in its place.
Among them, an old man with completely white hair and beard, holding a blood-red saber, possessed the strongest aura.
His face was filled with murderous intent, his eyes gloomy, like a volcano brewing and about to erupt.
"Second Grandpa..." Gao Xiaoqian cried out in surprise upon seeing him.
"You have no right to call me Second Grandpa. Once you return, the clan head will naturally deal with you." The old man spoke coldly without even sparing her a glance.
Hearing this, the girl's face immediately turned deathly pale.
"Good. Very good."
"You killed so many members of my Gao family. You're very good indeed."
The old man swept his gaze around. After pausing briefly on Gao Feng and Gao Shuyun, he looked toward Old Monk Kongxin and his disciple, who stood some distance away.
As for Jiang Qiao, he had not noticed anything special about him, so he had already treated him as a corpse.
"Kongxin, have you been too low-key, or are you simply too good at hiding yourself? Or perhaps the rumors about you in the outside world have always been wrong?" The old man's wrinkled face was filled with viciousness.
"Killing the others could still be excused, but you actually dared to kill Gao Feng!"
"Was I, Gao Taiwang, away from the world for too long, letting juniors like you forget what awe means?"
The old man's voice suddenly rang out like a great bell, shaking everything around him.
Dust sifted down from the buildings.
Gao Feng was his biological grandson, and also the descendant of his branch with the greatest hope