Wen Shisan died too quickly.
Wen Yang had not even reacted. Only when Wen Shisan's corpse hit the ground and his aura dissipated did he realize that his Ancestor had been slain by Lin Jiufeng, a Ninth Restriction expert.
This showed just how fast Lin Jiufeng's sword was.
Wen Yang stared at Lin Jiufeng in shock and fury. He wanted to question him, but upon meeting Lin Jiufeng's icy gaze, he shrank back.
How could he possibly dare challenge Lin Jiufeng, who had killed a Tenth Restriction Ancestor with one sword strike?
Besides, he felt somewhat guilty about this matter as well.
Wen Yang had not expected the Ancestor to suddenly go back on his word.
"Who gave you the nerve to kill someone before my Wen Family Mystic Realm?"
Suddenly, an enraged roar came from within the Mystic Realm. A thunderous, furious pressure emerged, and in an instant, six terrifying auras appeared beside Wen Yang. Heavy as mountains, they fixed their gazes on Lin Jiufeng.
The other Tenth Restriction experts within the Wen Family Mystic Realm had sensed Wen Shisan's death. Enraged, they rushed out.
"Old Thirteen, what happened to you?" an elderly man in black cried out in shock. He propped up Wen Shisan's corpse and poured True Qi into it, hoping to see whether he could save him.
But he soon gave up, gritting his teeth as he said, "Old Thirteen's Primordial Spirit has been cut into scattered fragments. He is completely dead."
The other five immediately turned to Lin Jiufeng. Without a word, they moved together, surrounding him and cutting off his escape routes.
"You, a Ninth Restriction expert, killed Old Thirteen?" A woman in red examined Lin Jiufeng closely. A flicker of amazement flashed through her eyes as she asked curiously.
The others also watched