Xiu Wang's face darkened completely when he heard Huang Quan Mie's words.
At that moment, he had lost all hope in the Yellow Springs Ghost Clan.
The Eight-Armed Asura Clan had sided with the Yellow Springs Ghost Clan for years and done plenty of their dirty work.
This time, they had even risked offending the Four-Winged Asura Clan to help the Yellow Springs Ghost Clan and Ming Lengxue set a trap, drawing everyone into the Ancestral Land.
Yet in the end, the Yellow Springs Ghost Clan had never truly treated the Eight-Armed Asura Clan as an ally.
In Huang Quan Mie's eyes, the only value the Eight-Armed Asura Clan had was the Ancestral Land's inheritance!
"Fine!"
Xiu Wang laughed in his fury. "So that's the Yellow Springs Ghost Clan for you!"
With that, he spun around and looked at Lu Ren.
Lu Ren still stood before Asura Road.
The blood-red steps radiated an ancient, vast Asura aura, like an old road leading into the depths of the Asura Ancestral Stele.
Xiu Wang took a deep breath, then shouted, "Lu Ren!"
"Since you summoned Asura Road, that means the Asura Ancestral Stele has chosen you!"
"Give it everything you have and climb Asura Road!"
"We of the Eight-Armed Asura Clan will protect you on your way up!"
At those words, everyone around them changed expression.
Xiu Yanlu's gaze turned icy. "Xiu Wang, you think you can stop us?"
"Whether we can or not, try us and see!"
Xiu Wang roared.
Huang Quan Mie's face had turned equally grim.
He knew that if Lu Ren entered the Asura Ancestral Stele, matters would spiral completely out of control.
"Attack!"
"Kill!"
Huang Quan Mie let out a thunderous roar.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Huang Quan Wuren and the other Yellow Springs Ghost Clan experts unleashed