The Huang Household's Foundation Establishment cultivators sensed the auras of Liu Yu and the other nine Foundation Establishment cultivators. Seeing how powerful their opponents were, they naturally would not act like the Calabash Brothers rescuing their grandfather, coming forward one at a time to throw their lives away.
The remaining Huang Household cultivators gathered around their patriarch and Foundation Establishment elders, standing ready on the main path leading from the mountaintop to the mountainside.
"Fellow Daoists of the Primordial Yang Sect, why are you slaughtering our Huang Household cultivators without cause?"
"Our Huang Household has always been unswervingly loyal to the Primordial Yang Sect. Have we done something wrong?"
A middle-aged woman who still retained her charms, with a plump figure and a few white strands in her hair, demanded answers with bloodshot eyes.
She was at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage and was the elder in charge of the Huang Household's academy. Her affection for the boys and girls who had died ran deepest.
The Huang Household's six Foundation Establishment cultivators stood together. Behind them stood over a hundred Qi Refining Period clansmen, men and women, young and old, all gripping magical artifacts as they nervously watched these "uninvited guests."
The Huang Household's patriarch, Huang Yicheng, had reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment Late Stage and normally commanded considerable prestige within the clan. Yet upon hearing the Academy Elder's words, his eyes flickered with a guilty conscience. No one noticed anything amiss.
An uncontrollable surge of regret suddenly arose in his heart.
Perhaps it was precisely his selfish interests that had pushed the Huang Household into an abyss of eternal damnation.
But Huang Yicheng still clung to a shred of hope, so he had not told anyone about the collusion with the Snowfall Pavilion that he had arranged