Su Xin had disguised himself as Meng Qingze and intended to help the Shen Family, but what would happen after he helped them was something only Su Xin himself knew.
In any case, he had made Xie Zhiyan a promise: within one month, he would definitely wipe out this small family for her.
At this moment, the Shen Family of Muling Prefecture was shrouded in gloom. The reason was simple: they had clashed with the Zhou Family again that morning, dispatching three Divine Palace Realm martial artists. Yet they had suffered a crushing defeat—one dead and two seriously wounded. Among the two great families of Muling Prefecture, the Shen Family had already been somewhat weaker than the Zhou Family, but after this battle, the gap was no longer merely slight.
The Zhou Family had eleven Divine Palace Realm martial artists, while the Shen Family had only nine.
And of those nine, Old Master Shen had to be excluded.
Though Old Master Shen was also a Divine Palace Realm martial artist, he was already more than one hundred and twenty years old. Both his strength and the vitality of his flesh and blood had declined to their lowest point; he was simply no longer capable of fighting anyone.
That left the Shen Family with only eight combatants.
Over these past days, two of the Shen Family's seven second-generation Divine Palace Realm martial artists had been seriously injured. Today, another two had been wounded and one killed. Now, only two direct descendants and an outsider steward who had served the Shen Family for decades remained uninjured among their Divine Palace Realm martial artists.
In the discussion hall, after a physician finished treating the Shen Family's two severely wounded men, he cautiously said, "Old Master Shen, the meridians of these two Masters Shen