Yu Feng's Fury

The Wang Family had been thinking constantly about Wang Teng, unaware that Qing Xu had long since reduced him to nothing but dust.

In a great mountain within the Xia Kingdom, an old man sat cultivating with his eyes closed when a group of people suddenly rushed in in a panic.

"Temple Master, something terrible has happened!"

The old man opened his eyes, a flash of golden light passing through them. An imposing aura spread from his body, forcing everyone in the Great Hall to their knees.

"Temple Master, y-you broke through again?"

Everyone looked utterly incredulous. The Temple Master had only recently broken through to the Golden Elixir realm. How had he broken through again so soon?

"It is merely a minor breakthrough. If I want to leave the Spirit Ruins, this level of cultivation is far from enough."

As the Temple Master of this generation of Taixu Temple, he knew quite a few secrets. The Spirit Ruins was merely a Prison Cage. If he wanted to become an Immortal, he had to leave the Spirit Ruins. Otherwise, he could only die within this Prison Cage.

"Tell me. What happened?"

The group exchanged glances, but no one dared to speak first.

"Now that the age of cultivation has arrived, what problem could possibly be unsolvable? Speak!"

At this point, a Foundation Establishment cultivator trembled as he spoke. "Temple Master, the jade plaque... that preserved... Wang Teng's aura... shattered."

The Great Hall immediately fell so silent that a needle dropping could be heard. The old man's expression changed abruptly, and he grabbed the cultivator by the throat.

"What did you say?"

Feeling the old man's terrifying aura, the Foundation Establishment cultivator could only continue. "It... it shattered!"

Crack!

The next moment, the old man snapped his neck. Everyone in the