"Don't speak," Xiao Yan said through gritted teeth.
He pulled a handful of high-grade pills from inside his robes and stuffed them straight into Qing Yanjing's mouth without even looking.
"Swallow the pills. Protect your heart meridians."
Nearby.
Lin Dong stood on a pile of rubble.
He held the Thunder Emperor Scepter.
Thunder light crackled wildly over the scepter.
Lin Dong's eyes were bloodshot.
He stared fixedly at the main hall directly ahead of the raised platform.
On the steps of the main hall.
An old man stood.
An old man with a withered face and a head of white hair.
Ancestor Futu.
But now.
There was not a trace of white in the eyes of this once kindly old man.
They were pure black.
Wisps of black demonic energy were rising from his body.
Beneath his feet.
He was stepping on a piece of black wood broken in two.
It was none other than that piece of World Heart Wood.
The white light on the World Heart Wood was gone.
It had all been stained black.
"Old dog!" Lin Dong roared at the top of his lungs.
He trembled all over with rage.
"You've fucking lived for tens of thousands of years, and all those years went straight into a dog's belly!"
"You actually sided with the Outer Realm Evil Clan!"
Lin Dong abruptly raised the scepter in his hand.
"I'll split you alive today!"
Lin Dong was just about to charge forward.
But Ancestor Futu suddenly laughed.
The voice of his laughter was not his own at all.
Instead, it carried a layered rasp.
As though two people were speaking at once.
"Martial Ancestor, still so hot-tempered." Ancestor Futu looked at Lin Dong, his eyes full of mockery.
"Don't call me an old dog."
"I am now Lord