When Jia Meng felt the massive impact of Jia Meng's attack, all his strength left him. He vanished on the spot, turning into a wisp of black smoke that disappeared in the blink of an eye, without a trace.
Jia Meng Fang Wu watched the huge, living person vanish before his eyes. Rationally, he knew it might be the effect of some kind of spiritual technique, but he couldn't help feeling as if a demon had suddenly emerged from the ground and swallowed the man whole. After a long while, he finally calmed down.
After a good while, the other Jia Meng Family members who had known the truth also gradually overcame their shock. The Jia Meng clan members had no idea when they had begun to feel uneasy.
Jia Meng Fang Wu saw that his clansmen could hardly wait to witness the results of the technique Jia Meng had mentioned. But he didn't want to reveal his technique in front of so many people, so he considerately announced that everyone was free to go about their business.
As soon as he did, the vast majority of people who had been put through the wringer by the earlier clone were grinning from ear to ear. They flocked toward the entrance, eager to find out just how much they had improved.
Once everyone had left, the grounds outside the main hall, where the gathering had been held, were already so trampled that they were almost completely flat.
Jia Meng Fang Wu looked at the chaotic scene before him and turned to Jia Meng Fang Wu.
"You'll need to rebuild the whole area. Also, erect a statue of the Jia Meng clan in the center of the main hall. Deduct the cost from your own household."
Jia Meng Fang Wu agreed without