Above the Giant City, Immortal King Aosheng's face was grim. This was the greatest setback he had suffered since becoming an Immortal King.
He had easily blocked that strange palm technique, yet it had followed an unseen thread of cause and effect—or perhaps a blood tie—to strike every one of his descendants.
Countless descendants had died. Only the son he cherished most and a few grandchildren had endured through their profound cultivation, but even they were in mortal danger.
It was just as that bastard had said.
If he killed Fang Yang, he would be abandoning the last of his descendants.
For an Immortal King, having children was extraordinarily difficult. Immortal King Aosheng had to consider whether he might truly be left without a single descendant.
As for the brat before him, he could kill him whenever he pleased. Someone who had only just become a Battle Immortal would need at least a hundred thousand years to reach the Quasi-Immortal King realm.
Ao Sheng believed that once he had saved his descendants, he would have ample time to crush and torment the damned man.
He could also seize the strange inheritance tied to cause and effect or bloodlines. It had allowed a newly ascended Battle Immortal to unleash such an uncanny palm strike.
Immortal King Aosheng had a feeling that the secrets Fang Yang carried might offer him a chance to advance further.
An Immortal King who did not aspire to break beyond kingship and become an emperor was no worthy Immortal King. Though he was still some distance from becoming an Immortal King Giant, his heart remained set on the Dao.
Above the Giant City, the Immortal King Dharma Image vanished without a sound. Immortal King Aosheng chose to leave and save his descendants first. He would return to