With one sword strike, the Ancestor Jiang reached Huangling, and the ancient city across the void instantly fell silent.
Wang Changfeng's hair was disheveled, his eyes blank as he stared at Qinghe Academy. Unable to express his excitement, he could only tremble and stammer, "The Ancestor is still here... who would dare bully our Gutan Sect?!"
Ever since the Myriad Phenomena Sect returned to the Migration Land, it had been fighting the Wall-Facing People, whose origins were strange, and had been suppressed at every turn, even humiliated. But that was not because the Myriad Phenomena Sect was too weak. The Wall-Facing People were simply too strong.
Whether in their foundations or their grasp of the opportunities in the Migration Land, the two were incomparable.
Today, twelve Blood Moon Grand Sacrifices from the Wall-Facing People had arrived in Ancient Pool with Prince Qi's challenge. In their extreme arrogance, they had bypassed the Myriad Phenomena Sect, which controlled this place's authority power, to speak with the Little Human Emperor alone. Their repeated mockery had left the sect utterly disgraced before a million onlookers.
But just now, the Ancestor Jiang's void-shattering sword strike had made Wang Changfeng feel as though all the foul air in his chest had finally been expelled.
He wanted to say that their Myriad Phenomena Sect was not without foundations. They, too, had once produced peerless talents who shone throughout the Migration Land. Though they had declined, they were not helpless prey.
Most importantly, that sword strike had shown every disciple of the Myriad Phenomena Sect hope. The Gutan Sect's inheritance could lead to the Great Dao. It could produce a sword strike that silenced an entire city.
His hair flew as he looked down over the whole Gutan Sect and shouted hysterically at its disciples, "You must remember