"Hahahaha!"
Unlike the four cultivators from the Primordial Yang Sect-Liu Yu, Wu Chang, Xie Huaxiong, and Sun Ju-who conserved their magical power and killed at a measured pace, the cultivators of the Hou Household and Gongsun Household unleashed their full strength in a frenzied slaughter.
Their faces wore all manner of expressions: savage grins, arrogance, abandon, exhilaration. Only mercy was absent.
This region was barren, its cultivation resources desperately scarce. The three lineages had lost many people fighting over those resources, and their hatred had long since run deep.
Had Liu Yu and the others not acted as intermediaries on behalf of the Primordial Yang Sect, the Hou Household and Gongsun Household could never have joined forces.
Over the years, Feng Tianwei's cultivation had been a level higher, giving his household a slight advantage in the struggle over resource sites and allowing it to keep the other two beneath its heel. Now that this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity to eliminate a rival had arrived, how could the two households pass up the chance to beat a drowning dog?
Even Hou Yanze brought out his Black Folding Fan magical artifact, enlarging it to ten feet across. A gentle turn through the crowd left a swath of severed limbs and mangled bodies.
Gongsun Cang's hair and beard were snow-white. He looked to be seventy, an age "rare since ancient times," and had the appearance of a kindly old man.
Yet coldness and hatred filled his face, for one of his sons who possessed a spiritual root had died in a clash with the Feng Household.
He wielded a White Gourd, which, judging by its might, was also a Superior-grade Magical Artifact.
Holding the gourd, he poured magical power into it. A pale blue glow suffused its surface before it spat out scores upon scores