Seeing that his parents were out of danger for the moment, Wenlong steadied his emotions before walking out through the door of the Secret Passage.
Clansmen and members of the Sect had gathered before the entrance to the Ancestral Shrine.
Everyone who had come was fully armed. Their eyes shone fiercely as they watched Wenlong emerge.
They were all growing old, yet Wenlong was still the same Wenlong they remembered, leaving them deeply shocked.
Wenlong swept his gaze over the Sect members and said coldly, "Members of the Sect must not interfere in the affairs of the Wen clan. Leave now. You will only get one chance."
A long while passed, yet not a single Sect member withdrew. Wenlong laughed loudly. "Everything we did for the Wen clan made it what it is today. Since the Wen clan has treated my family like this, I don't mind slaughtering every last one of you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his arm slightly. Every Sect member present fell to the ground, dead.
With another turn, the Black Saber at Wen Ji's waist was already in Wenlong's hand. He raised it and brought it down, severing one of Wen Ji's arms and one of his legs.
Wen Ji had not uttered a sound from beginning to end. Even after losing an arm and a leg, he endured the pain without crying out.
Seeing their son lose an arm and a leg to Wenlong's blade, the First Grand Elder and the Fourth Grand Elder shouted and charged at him with saber and sword in hand.
"No!" Wen Ji cried. Before he could finish, the First Grand Elder and the Fourth Grand Elder had each lost an arm and a leg as well.
They collapsed to the ground, wailing in agony, while