"Old Ancestor, there is no hope left for the Murong Family! Ever since that one from the Lei Family advanced, and you were severely injured while away, it has only been a matter of time before our Murong Clan falls to ruin!"
"Now three Cave True Great Powers have come together. Old Ancestor, do you think you alone, gravely wounded as you are, can stop them?"
"They gave me a choice. As long as I led them in, the Murong Family could still survive. We could submit to the Blood Demon Sect and at least preserve our bloodline inheritance, couldn't we?"
"Have you forgotten the miserable sight of the Xie Family's entire bloodline being wiped out thousand years ago? Old Ancestor, I simply did not wish to betray our ancestors and let the Murong Family's bloodline end in my hands!"
At This Moment, the Murong Family Head, Murong Pengxian, spoke with tears and sobs in his voice, carrying immense emotional force.
Only,
if not for his evasive gaze, which did not dare meet Old Ancestor Murong's eyes, his words might have been more convincing.
"Very good!"
Old Ancestor Murong laughed in extreme fury, though his voice carried a desolate sorrow.
"I never expected that our ancestor, unyielding and unbending throughout his life, never compromising, who led the Human Race cultivators to end Demon City's history, would have such a cowardly, life-clinging wretch among his juniors!"
Old Ancestor Murong had spent most of his life sheltering the family, suppressing the clan's fortune for his bloodline descendants and providing them with a favorable cultivation environment.
Yet he had never expected that, in his old age, he would be stabbed in the back by the very bloodline descendants he had protected all his life!
This was probably one of the most desolate things