"Stop!"
A tall, thin old man at the eighth layer of Qi Refining, his hair and beard white and his face covered in wrinkles, looked to be in his seventies or eighties. His eyes bulged as though they would split.
Among the dozen or so boys and girls who had died was his granddaughter.
At his age, his path to immortality had already come to an end, leaving him no hope of advancing further. He had therefore placed all his obsessive hopes for immortality on his granddaughter, whose spiritual root was quite good.
His granddaughter's death struck this elderly cultivator, who had lived for over eighty years, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.
But the tall, thin old man had a wealth of experience, and he still retained his reason.
Seeing that the attackers were cultivators of the Primordial Yang Sect, and extraordinarily powerful ones at that, he did not rush forward to throw his life away or utter insults out of hatred.
The Primordial Yang Sect was the overlord of Qing Province, far beyond what their Huang Household could afford to offend. He absolutely could not bring calamity upon his lineage because of himself.
The tall, thin old man stared at Yan Hongyu, Liu Yu, and their companions with hatred while remaining where he stood, waiting for his clansmen to arrive.
But that was merely wishful thinking on his part. Yan Hongyu and the other nine Foundation Establishment cultivators did not slow their steps in the slightest as they swiftly slaughtered their way down the mountain.
Under Yue Liang's command, the City Guard Army split into several squads and followed behind the ten cultivators.
The moment the tall, thin old man entered the magical artifacts' attack range, thirty long spears flew from their wielders' hands. Their spearheads gleamed