At the tiny, childish scream of the Wang Clan's youngest girl—Wang Luolan—the Wang Clan members could not help but burst into cheers.
How many years had it been?
The Liu-Zhao Clans had pressed forward aggressively, while the Wang Clan could only yield at every turn, their room to survive being squeezed away bit by bit. Any resistance would invite joint suppression from the Liu-Zhao Clans.
But today, they had finally held their heads high.
At the tender age of eleven, Wang Luoqiu had faced the Liu Clan's direct descendant head-on and beaten him flat.
The Wang Clan elders in particular felt as though clouds had parted to reveal blue skies, and a deep sense of relief washed over them. Years of pent-up oppression seemed to have been completely released by Wang Luoqiu's exhilarating strike.
Her victory had been so clean and decisive that even Wang Shouzhe, holding Wang Luolan in one arm, secretly nodded. Luoqiu truly had considerable talent for battle. Compared to when she had fought that Rogue Cultivator some days ago, she had improved quite a bit. Her movements were cleaner and sharper, and every burst of Profound Qi came at precisely the right moment.
Yet Wang Shouzhe also knew very well that this was because Liu Yonghao's fundamentals were rather mediocre. Compared to that desperate Rogue Cultivator, he fell far short.
More and more onlookers gathered outside, joining in the cheers and uproar. Most of them had originally stood on the Wang Clan's side, and the Liu Clan had bullied the young only to be beaten instead. Naturally, they were delighted to see such an outcome.
In contrast to the Wang Clan's jubilant cheers—
The Liu Clan members' faces had darkened until they seemed ready to drip water. Not only had their attempted suppression failed, they had