Moreover, tracing the Dragon Clan back to its roots, they were the bloodline descendants of Xu Hong's foremost true disciple. Even if Xu Hong felt no old affection, given his exalted status, there was no way he would personally move against the clan left behind by his direct disciple. It defied all reason and was far beneath his standing.
Strictly speaking, the bloodline origins of all races in the Primordial World—the human race, demon race, and even the devil race—were more or less connected to Xu Hong and his disciples.
Xu Hong had transformed himself into the Dao. In a sense, he truly was the common Dao Ancestor of the countless living beings of the Primordial World.
With such an identity, how could he possibly do something as petty as exterminating a clan to vent his anger?
With Xu Hong ruled out, the scope of possible culprits seemed broader, yet the matter became even more baffling.
Who possessed the power to erase the Ten-Thousand Dragons Nest and the Dragon Soaring Sect? And who held such deep-seated hatred toward Zhang Shuai and the Dragon Clan?
"Whoever it is..." Zhang Shuai slowly clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening from the force. The aura around him was so icy that the temperature of the surrounding ruins seemed to drop several degrees. "I will tear out their soul and refine their spirit..."
Though fury burned fiercely within him, Zhang Shuai fortunately retained his reason. Earlier, through the Causal Threading Secret Art, he had learned that his family was still alive. He therefore knew that the Dragon Soaring Sect's disciples must have sensed the danger in advance, narrowly escaped disaster, and found somewhere to hide.
As long as he found his wife and children, he would learn what had happened.
Suppressing the nearly erupting urge