He looted the cultivation technique repository first. Once inside, he did not bother sorting through anything—whatever he saw went straight into his storage ring.
After clearing out the techniques, Tang Yu moved on to magical artifacts, spirit stones, and all manner of cultivation resources.
By the time the flood dragon had slaughtered every Zhao Family cultivator, Tang Yu had finished looting as well. Wearing a fawning smile, he said, "You've worked hard, Senior. Let's hurry to the Zhang Family. If we're too late, I'm afraid their ancestor will realize what happened and return."
"Alright."
The flood dragon was covered in blood, yet the smile on his face could not have been more sincere.
He had suppressed that pent-up resentment for far too many years.
Having finally vented it today, it was far more than simply clearing his mind.
He had a feeling that once this great vengeance was avenged, he would only need several hundred years of secluded cultivation to break through!
The two rushed toward the Zhang Family, repeating the same tactic. Tang Yu used the Snow Dao to weaken the formation, while the flood dragon smashed it apart.
Once the flood dragon began his massacre, Tang Yu headed straight for the Zhang Family ancestral hall.
When he reached the Zhang Family ancestral hall, the elder assigned to guard it had already died at the flood dragon's hands. Only two younger-generation Golden Core cultivators remained to stand guard.
The moment they saw Tang Yu, the two Golden Core cultivators realized he was an intruder. One of them stared at Tang Yu with bloodshot eyes and said, "Taking advantage of our ancestor's absence to join hands with that beast and harm my Zhang Family—aren't you afraid our ancestor will wipe out your nine clans once he returns?"
"My Zhang Family