"How is this possible? How could it be you? How could you still be alive?"
Ancestor Mu Qian stared fixedly at the King of the Great Tomb, shaking his head again and again, his face full of disbelief.
Hadn't the King of the Great Tomb long since fallen at the hands of the Divine Court's experts?
"I'm not dead. Why are you panicking? Could it be that your heart is guilty, like a thief's?"
The King of the Great Tomb sneered.
"Whose heart is guilty?"
Ancestor Mu Qian's expression calmed. The King of the Great Tomb was now merely a wisp of soul; there was no need for him to fear him at all.
"Mu Qian, I was the one who discovered these Immortal Traces. Yet you injured me, seized these Immortal Traces for yourselves, and took credit from the upper echelons of the clan. After I died, you even borrowed my prestige to spread the Mu Family's name. You squeezed every last drop of value from me!"
The King of the Great Tomb mocked.
"What? These Immortal Traces were discovered by the King of the Great Tomb?"
"No wonder Lu Ren was able to come here!"
Ancestors Mu Cheng and Mu Qian came to a sudden realization, as though they had understood something.
"Mu Yanzhi, you're courting death!"
Ancestor Mu Qian flew into a rage. Another illusory sword light burst from between his brows, piercing toward the King of the Great Tomb's soul phantom.
With a wave of his hand, the King of the Great Tomb crushed that sword light to pieces.
"If your heart was not guilty, why were you in such a hurry to attack me?"
The King of the Great Tomb sneered, then looked at Mu Cheng and Mu Yin. "I no longer have the slightest