At the summit.
Zhang Yuan still wore the Feather Robe Cui Qiezhe had given him, but Deng Qiuzhi had punched a hole through his chest. Blood had poured out like a fountain, staining the originally white robe red.
With the Feather Robe damaged, its dust-cleansing effect had also failed, turning a perfectly good white robe a deep, bloody crimson.
Watching the three-colored radiance engulf Cloud Brocade Mountain like a mighty river, Zhang Yuan remained expressionless and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
He had stormed the Wen River Deng Clan's stronghold and scoured every last clan member within the mountain away with a single Divine Ability.
Even as a Foundation Establishment Celestial, this had been no small risk. At any moment, the Wen River Deng Clan's True Lord could have slapped him dead.
But...
"I had to get it out of my system," Zhang Yuan murmured.
The Wen River Deng Clan's True Lord certainly would not approve of him coming to Cloud Brocade Mountain to slaughter its people, but he was certain that some True Lords would be delighted to see it.
The Jingyang Li Clan's True Lord, for instance, would most likely help hold off the Wen River Deng Clan's True Lord for him.
Judging by the outcome, the True Lords had clearly given his actions their tacit approval.
Moreover, not a single Foundation Establishment Celestial had appeared on Cloud Brocade Mountain. Its clan members had been left to live or die on their own, clearly reduced to pawns the True Lords had discarded.
It was just a pity that this was only one Cloud Brocade Mountain. The Wen River Deng Clan should have had far more people than this.
As one of the Five Surnames and Seven Great Clans, the Wen River Deng Clan certainly would not put