"Feng'er." On Great Dao Peak, Lin Beisheng covered his face in pain. Sitting in his chair, he seemed to have aged many years in an instant.
Whether it was Mu Changge or the peak masters of the other eight branches, all of them wore solemn expressions.
"This fellow is simply even more monstrous than Wang Qi was back then."
"Letting him enter the Main Clan... who knows whether that will be a blessing or a curse?" Mu Changge shook his head slightly.
Geniuses were worth fighting over wherever they went, but someone like Xu Zimo had reached such a level with almost no reliance on the sect, much less the Main Clan.
Such a person possessed an overwhelmingly strong sense of self and practically no sense of belonging. The Main Clan might merely be a stepping stone for him to exploit.
"Lin Qiu maliciously slaughtered fellow sect disciples. He must absolutely be punished severely," Chang Qing said from the side.
"Though we have a rule that life and death are left to fate in competitions, the competition has now been canceled, so that rule has naturally been voided as well.
"He still slaughtered sect members afterward. That makes him utterly unforgivable," Qin Hansheng said flatly.
This time, Mu Changge merely frowned slightly and did not refute him.
"Once he comes out, if he cannot give us a reasonable explanation, we will join forces to take him down, lest he escape," Wang Yuntian suggested.
At this moment, within the ancient ruin, everyone's expressions were heavy when they saw Lin Feng commit suicide.
The Nine Great Imperial Sons had suffered four casualties from merely a single strike.
The remaining five stood in a row. Yu Changlong gripped his saber and roared, "Use whatever trump cards you have. Otherwise, today may well