It had been a trap from the start. If this trap ended up causing too many casualties on their side, it would become entirely unnecessary.
"You lost."
On the other side, Ye Lin pointed the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor at Xuan Ming before him and spoke flatly. Xuan Ming had completely lost his earlier poise. His clothes were in tatters, and his body was covered in dense sword wounds. He looked miserably at Ye Lin.
"I lost. Kill me."
Xuan Ming closed his eyes and spoke calmly. He had prepared himself before coming—if he lost, then he would await death.
"As you wish."
Ye Lin's lips curled upward. As a flash of blood-red sword light swept out, Xuan Ming's body was instantly shredded into fragments by endless Sword Qi.
"Outrageous! Who released the pillar that suppresses our fortune?"
Sensing the turbulence in their fortune, the elder who had just emerged flew into a rage.
He abruptly turned to look at Xuan Tian. At this moment, Xuan Tian trembled beneath the elder's Golden Immortal pressure, his lips quivering constantly and his face deathly pale.
"Was it not enough that you got your own brother killed? Do you intend to kill your entire clan as well?"
The more the elder looked at Xuan Tian, the angrier he became. Then he slapped Xuan Tian away with a single blow.
"This beast—this beast!"
Watching his clan's fortune rapidly drain away, the elder grew even more enraged.
Originally, this had merely been a scheme he had set up, meant to elevate the prestige of his clan, make it stronger and more prosperous, and strengthen its internal unity.
But now, everything had changed.
This fool had actually released the pillar that suppressed their fortune. It was simply the act of a fucking idiot.
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