Wang Zhao's words fell, and he raised the Necromancy Scythe in his hand high overhead, muttering a magic incantation. Very soon, a gray sphere of energy containing immense destructive power appeared above the Necromancy Scythe, and it continued to grow larger.
Once it had charged to a certain extent, Wang Zhao casually swung the Necromancy Scythe at the mountain housing Clear Sky Sect's ancestral grounds in the distance.
"Boom!"
The gray energy sphere immediately shot forth, blasting a huge hole into the mountain.
Wang Zhao then shouted, "You rats of Clear Sky Sect, get out here!"
"Who dares trespass upon our sect's ancestral grounds?!"
Wang Zhao immediately heard an angry roar, and several figures appeared one after another on the mountain.
Seeing this, Wang Zhao stepped through the air, holding the Necromancy Scythe behind him as gray Soul Rings circled his body. He slowly made his way above Clear Sky Sect's ancestral grounds, looking down at the crowd outside the main hall.
By now, many Clear Sky Sect disciples had heard the commotion and gathered here. Among them, quite a few could vaguely be seen with missing limbs, injuries left behind when the Martial Soul Hall army had descended upon Clear Sky Sect and punished them.
Of course, Wang Zhao's main focus was on the group of Clear Sky Sect higher-ups who emerged from the hall below.
Oh, that woman is here too...
Spotting a familiar graceful figure among them, Wang Zhao raised a brow but did not pay it much mind. After all, he was currently Li Ming, the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son. Many people across the continent were still somewhat unfamiliar with him. He soon shifted his gaze to Tang Xiao.
"Are you Clear Sky Sect's Sect Master, Tang Xiao?"
"The Martial Soul Hall Holy Son..."
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