Gen Family Business doesn't seek any fairness.
His actions are ant to force these ancestors into not taking action.
In mid-air, the Ghost Shadow stood still among the Gen Family ancestors, neither attacking Mo Lin nor leaving.
"If you ancestors really want to strike, then our Direct Lineage can only fight to the death."
Looking towards the direction of the voice, the speaker was a middle-aged woman.
This woman wore ordinary clothes and held a long sword, with the sword pointing at the Ghost Shadow in the sky.
Behind this woman, nurous figures began to appear one after another.
The entire Direct Lineage of the Gen Family had arrived.
More than a hundred people were gathered there at this mont.
Everyone from the Direct Lineage ca here for only one purpose—to take back everything that rightfully belonged to them.
"Ancestor, do you really want all of us from the Direct Lineage to die here?" the middle-aged woman shouted to the Ghost Shadow above.
"If the ancestors truly decide to act, we can only fight to the last drop of blood."
The middle-aged woman added another sentence.
Since everyone ca here, they all held the resolve to die.
No one fears death.
Behind the middle-aged woman, the Direct Lineage wore expressions of calm acceptance towards inevitable death.
They have lingered for three years, and now, with a rare chance for revenge, how could they miss it?
They must protect Mo Lin with their lives.
Protecting Mo Lin ans safeguarding the future of their Direct Lineage.
Over a hundred people from the Direct Lineage simultaneously raised their swords, pointing them at the ancestors.
Everyone knew that if the ancestors made a move, they would likely die.
Knowing they'd die, yet remaining Fearless—that's their courage.
"Three years ago you abandoned the Direct Lineage, and now you want to abandon us again?"
Gen Family Business yelled with clenched brows.
In mid-air, the Scholar Ghost took a deep breath and slowly said, "Gen Shuanglong is already dead, that person nad Mo Lin is very strong.
Maybe we should let go."
Back then, they supported the Branch Lineage only because of Gen Shuanglong.
Now that Gen Shuanglong is dead, the Branch Lineage has no special support.
Conversely, the Direct Lineage has Mo Lin's help, making them promising.
The elder ghost with a head full of white hair made a gesture to leave.
All the ghosts followed behind the white-haired ghost to leave, heading back to the Gen Family Ancestral Hall.
"Ancestors..." Geng Hong shouted to the Ghost Shadow in the sky.
"This is an internal conflict, we won't interfere." The white-haired ghost declared before disappearing.
Geng Hong tightly clenched his fists, with blood flowing through his fingers.
His eyes were filled with uncontainable hatred.
He originally planned to slaughter all of the Direct Lineage, but when they fled without a trace, he gave up on the massacre.
Unexpectedly, the Direct Lineage joined forces with Mo Lin.
"Three years ago, I could destroy the Direct Lineage, three years later, I can do the sa."
Geng Hong shouted sternly.
Subsequently, two figures erged behind Geng Hong.
Fox Siblings.
Fox Spirit and Fox Cough.
At the sa ti, nurous people from the Branch Lineage continued to appear.
Two Immortal Cultivators erged, giving Gen Family Business a great sense of oppression.
The Immortal Cultivators from the Direct Lineage all perished in battle three years ago.
Now there's no one left to oppose the Immortal Cultivators.
Gen Family Business furrowed his brow, ready to risk it all,
"Move aside, move aside."
Zhu Ci stretched leisurely, waving at Gen Family Business, indicating for him to retreat.
Gen Family Business slowly retreated.
"If I don't show off a bit, people might look down on ." Zhu Ci murmured.
"Attack, kill them." Geng Hong didn't have ti to listen to Zhu Ci's chatter.
Directly initiating the attack.
Fox Spirit and Fox Cough siblings charged towards Zhu Ci, terrifying Immortal Qi gathering in the air.
The Immortal Qi condensed into a long sword, slashing towards Zhu Ci's neck.
Zhu Ci reacted calmly, gently raising his finger, as sothing colorful resembling paint erged from his fingertip.
He slowly waved his finger in the air.
This action seed like painting.
Then an image of a Yellow Turban Warrior appeared.
With the movent of Zhu Ci's palm, a Yellow Turban Warrior clad in armor and wielding bronze hamrs imdiately materialized.
The Yellow Turban Warrior charged towards the Fox Siblings ahead.
The bronze hamr in his hand directly shattered the incoming Immortal Qi sword.
Zhu Ci remained unflustered, continuing to paint.
One Yellow Turban Warrior after another appeared.
Until ten Yellow Turban Warriors erged, Zhu Ci gradually halted.
Ten Yellow Turban Warriors exhibited the Heaven and Earth Dharma Aspect, their bodies growing large, at least as tall as a ten-story building.
Blocking the front.
Although they're not True Gods, they possessed three parts Divine Power.
That was enough.
From afar, Qiu Yunshang exclaid in shock: "This is... Li Yang, the Zhu Clan's Painting Immortal Technique?
I see, this is the Zhu Family's eldest son who went missing for seven years."
Truly unexpected to encounter such a person of status in a place like Hongzhou.
Ten Yellow Turban Warriors blocked the front, directly stopping Geng Hong and others' offensive.
Geng Hong used Nirvana Fire, unleashing terrifying energy against one Yellow Turban Warrior, directly suppressing and then slaying it.
Zhu Ci waved his hand, casually conjuring another Yellow Turban Warrior.
The Yellow Turban Warrior forced Geng Hong back.
"Painting Immortal Technique... impressive... impressive.." Geng Hong showed a helpless expression.
He could do nothing against Zhu Ci.
Painting Immortal Technique, a technique at the sa level as Gen Shuanglong's.
Geng Hong already guessed this person's identity—Li Yang Zhu Family's missing eldest son.
"Since you know you're no match, then leave.." Zhu Ci shouted domineeringly.
Geng Hong led his people to leave reluctantly.
As for why he didn't kill them, the reason was simple.
Zhu Ci couldn't counter the Nirvana Fire, which protected them, allowing them to resurrect.
Killing them had no aning.
Simply stated, as long as a way to break the Nirvana Fire couldn't be found, they couldn't be killed.
Zhu Ci's Painting Immortal Technique was powerful, likewise Geng Hong's Nirvana Fire was equally monstrous.
Geng Hong had no choice, staying around and killing the Direct Lineage wasn't an option, so he could only leave with the Branch Lineage.
As for dealing with Mo Lin, forget about it.
Unless soone of Gen Shuanglong's level appeared again, nobody could defeat Zhu Ci.
Geng Hong left with his clan in disgrace.
Zhu Ci cast a proud look towards Mo Lin in the distance.
"Mo, brother, do I have so ans?"
Zhu Ci's eyes fixated on Mo Lin, waiting eagerly for praise.
Mo Lin was fully engaged in suppressing the Underworld Dao's rift, unable to pay Zhu Ci any attention.
"Alright, you continue with your work." Zhu Ci chose not to disturb Mo Lin.
His duty was to safeguard Mo Lin.
Ten Yellow Turban Warriors stood there, their imnse presence stiflingly oppressive.
Mo Lin was now wrestling with the Evil Spirits in the Underworld Dao.
Fortunately, these Evil Spirits couldn't exert more power within the rift.
Otherwise, Mo Lin would struggle to suppress them.
"Boom..."
A massive wave sound erupted from the rift.
The arm that had withdrawn earlier once more stretched out along the rift.
Shortly after, a large skull jutted out from the rift.
This skull lacked flesh, having only white bones, with a sharp rhino-like horn atop the head.
"Mo Lin..."
The voice was deafening.
The Evil Spirit called out to Mo Lin: "Release my kin."
This voice sent a shiver through Mo Lin's heart.
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