Lowering His Head
Dragon Mountain Daoist's Daoist Robe billowed, lending him an air of transcendence. His expression was calm as he stood level with Wang Old Ancestor, brilliant light gleaming in his eyes. Though he lacked the astonishing phenomenon of reversed vitality displayed by Old Ancestor Wang, his presence was not the slightest bit inferior.
"Good! Very good!"
Old Ancestor Wang suddenly bellowed.
The next moment.
Both figures shot into the sky. Dense Heaven and Earth Power crashed violently around them before spreading relentlessly outward, filling every spectator's eyes with horror.
Only those in the Gang Yuan Realm could barely keep their footing; everyone else staggered wildly.
Had the two not deliberately taken to the air, the aftershocks alone would likely have brought catastrophic ruin upon the Wang Clan Estate.
The Wang Clan members all looked grave. Wang Qingfeng, the middle-aged man who had brought this calamity upon them, was especially pale. At this moment, regret gnawed at him beyond measure. He never should have let greed take root and tried to lay hands on the True Martial Sect's inheritance. Who could have known that Dragon Mountain Daoist had truly advanced into the Heaven-Human Realm—and that he would fearlessly come straight to their door?
Now, he could only pray that his ancestor would drive Dragon Mountain Daoist back. Otherwise, he would meet no good end today.
Wang Qinghe and the others naturally saw Wang Qingfeng's state. Every one of them was furious, wishing they could hack Wang Qingfeng into eight pieces. But for now, they could only present a united front against the enemy. Any punishment would have to wait until afterward.
All eyes turned toward the skies.
Two figures, carrying fierce killing intent, charged at one another.
Their true forms could not be seen. Only two masses of dazzling