"Outrageous!"
"Our Divine Blade Manor has never had any intention of opposing the Royal Clan. What gives them the right to treat us like this?"
"They even want to wipe out Divine Blade Manor?"
"Father, I refuse to accept this!"
"They made Divine Blade Manor suffer such humiliation and turned us into the laughingstock of the entire Martial Dao world. I will make them answer for this!"
At that moment.
Song Wujie, who had already harbored the will to die, suddenly had a fierce blaze of fury flare up in his eyes, as though he had emerged from the shadows of the past.
But very soon, he seemed to recall that his Battle Soul had been destroyed and over twenty years of cultivation had gone up in smoke. His spirits fell again.
Seeing this, Song Gongming hastily said, "My child, as long as you have the will, I believe that one day, you will be able to seek justice for Divine Blade Manor and for our Song Clan."
"Alas, but I'm already crippled."
"My Battle Soul is broken, my cultivation is gone, and even my mind has been damaged. Even if I start cultivating again today, I'm afraid I'll have no hope of reaching the Heavenly Human Realm for the rest of my life..."
"Hahahaha... That's right, Song Wujie. Since you're a cripple, you should have the awareness of a cripple. If you're still thinking of hiding in this rundown little mountain village to cultivate in secret and train bitterly, only to come out in the future and stir up trouble again, then why not just die now?"
A burst of wild laughter suddenly rang out.
The two great doors of the Song Ancestral Hall were abruptly blasted apart by a tremendous force, turning into fragments that filled the sky.