The Ten Thousand Ghosts Spirit-Washing Art
Ximen Ren was furious. He said sternly, "We have to teach the Devil Race a lesson. We can't keep letting them run rampant."
"Hmph, Madam Ximen, your Ximen Family's treasured clan relic fell into the hands of the Devil Race. The least you could have done was tell us! You kept it under wraps, and now I understand why you went into battle yourself." Gongsun Qian frowned.
If the Ximen Family had informed them sooner, they could have prepared and wouldn't have been caught so off guard.
After all, this was a Houtian Immortal Artifact, not some ordinary treasure. Mo Yunzi was already formidable, and with the Green Mulberry Demon Slaying Sword in hand, hardly anyone could stand against him.
"Exactly, Madam Ximen. Why keep this from us? Under normal circumstances, we might have let it pass, but now people might think your Ximen Family is colluding with the Devil Race!" Yang Xiaoyao said with a frown.
Fortunately, the Devil Race had attacked the Gongsun Family. If they had attacked the Yang Family, the Yang Family might not have been able to hold them off.
"That's right, Madam Ximen. You owe us an explanation!" Situ Yue chimed in.
This time, Situ Yue found herself agreeing with Yang Xiaoyao for once. The Devil Race had Blood Ancestor, who could corrupt Houtian Immortal Artifacts. None of the Five Great Immortal Clans' Mahayana cultivators could do that. If Mo Yunzi attacked another immortal clan, they really might not be able to stop him.
Ximen Yao and Ximen Ren looked grim. Family scandals weren't to be aired in public. How could they possibly have told anyone that the Green Mulberry Demon Slaying Sword had been lost? Of course, they had also clung to the hope that they could