Nangong Wentian had definitely been hiding his strength and had done this on purpose.
Following the principle of seeing through it without exposing it, the two remained silent, treating it as though he had gained power through sacrifice.
"Beep beep beep beep beep..."
Afterward, Nangong Wentian played Song Chen a Dirge of the Yellow Springs.
At the same time, shrimp soldiers and crab generals stepped forward and looted every treasure from Song Chen's mangled remains.
"You died such a miserable death..."
Nangong Wentian cried as he played, cremated Song Chen as he cried, and finally scattered his ashes to the wind.
"First, play; second, cry; third, scatter the ashes!"
"Done. Time to wrap up!"
Nangong Wentian wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, put away the golden Suona, and happily called it a day.
He had wanted to play Song Chen a Dirge of the Yellow Springs for a long time. Now, he had finally gotten his wish and sent him on his way.
"Let's wait another two days," Hua Yunfei said.
He decided to continue lying in wait here, like a hunter waiting for rabbits by a tree stump.
The Song Celestial Clan was a Quasi-Immortal King family. No one knew how many clan members they had, and since the incident had happened, there were surely many members handling affairs elsewhere.
Since they were committed to pulling up weeds by the roots, they naturally had to wait and invite those people to hear a Dirge of the Yellow Springs as well.
Sure enough, before long, someone sneaked into the Song Celestial Clan.
He glanced at the Song Celestial Clan, now reduced to a heap of ruins, without any change in expression. Then he furtively made his way beneath a collapsed Dao mountain and began desperately searching for