By the time Pan Long landed, all six of the Zeng Family's Innate Masters were dead.
They had no other choice.
Of the six, the old man who practiced Divine Edge in the Palm was the strongest in a fight.
But his Divine Edge in the Palm, which could shatter metal and cleave jade, had not even touched his opponent before his bones were broken.
The burly man had practiced throwing Fire-Tipped Javelins since childhood, honing that battlefield killing art to perfection. In a fight, any enemy who could not close the distance was unlikely to survive his throws.
But his opponent had crushed his Fire-Tipped Javelin in his bare hand. Their confidence had shattered along with the metal.
Finally, the woman had sacrificed her life to unleash a supreme art of the Demonic Path. A Great White Sword Pellet had streaked through the air with unimaginable power.
The Zeng Family's patriarch, Zeng Yingqi, the current "Marquis of Tuo Hai," had once said that if he were caught unprepared in a sudden fight to the death, even he could not be sure of escaping the Great White Sword Pellet alive.
Yet not even the Great White Sword Pellet had defeated their opponent. Judging by the strength of his voice, he had not suffered so much as a scratch.
What other option did they have?
None.
Victory was impossible. All they could do was try not to lose too badly.
A True Person Grandmaster of unknown origin had appeared here without warning. However they looked at it, his arrival had to be connected to the Zeng Family's schemes of recent years.
They did not know how much he had learned, but they could be certain of one thing.
—They could not let him get any more information from them.
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