Wo Jiu’s gaze was as sharp as a knife, coldly sweeping across the surroundings, with a hint of mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.
Then, his voice was low yet carried an undeniable ruthlessness.
"Hmph, no need for you old fellows to speak, I have my own plans."
"At worst, I’ll just go visit the ancestor now."
With that said, Wo Jiu flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.
His departing silhouette was like a fierce wind, filled with determination and disdain, as if staying an extra mont was a desecration to himself.
"Hmph, just a Martial Artist at the Divine Mansion Realm, I refuse to believe this Lu Xuan would dare to act recklessly in front of the Wo family, one of the eight great families?"
Wo Jiu let out a cold laugh, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, mingled with a complex expression.
"Even though I, this old thing, am far less powerful than this Lu Xuan, but don’t you forget—"
His voice suddenly rose, as if ant to be heard by those inside the room.
"I am a mber of the eight great families!"
"A Martial Artist at the Divine Mansion Realm is nothing more than an ant in front of those ancestors, easily crushed with a palm."
After Wo Jiu left, the chill of his departure still lingered in the air of the room.
The people around looked at each other, yet no one refuted Wo Jiu’s words.
Because what Wo Jiu said was the truth they considered self-evident, unquestioned, and no one dared to challenge it.
In this Great Xia Dynasty, apart from the high and mighty royal family of Great Xia, and powers of the sa eight great families.
Who else would dare to lightly challenge the authority of the eight great families?
Of course, apart from the royal family and the eight great families.
There were also those five supre sects—it was only Daoxu Temple and Jingxin Temple that could truly make the eight great families pay attention.
The silence in the room did not last long.
The next mont, the old man in black luxurious clothes, facing the crowd.
He snorted disdainfully, breaking the still silence.
"Hmph!"
The voice of the old man in black was low and icy, with evident anger and sarcasm.
"Patriarch, that old fellow Wo Jiu is becoming increasingly dismissive of you."
Hearing this, everyone in the room turned their gaze towards the elder sitting at the center.
The elder wore a dark purple luxurious robe, embroidered with sinister and varied white bone skull patterns.
The white bone skull patterns seed to carry an endless weight and killing intent within every line.
The purple-robed elder’s face was calm as water, yet exuding an invisible oppressive force, as if even the air froze before him.
At this mont, the atmosphere in the room abruptly turned heavy, with everyone involuntarily lightening their breaths.
And he was the patriarch of the Wo family, Wo Yuan!
Just entered the Divine Mansion Realm!
The elders in the room, as well as Wo Jiu, were all Martial Artists with Great Success in the External Gang Grandmaster, and simultaneously the Supre Elders of the Wo family.
And Wo Yuan, as the patriarch of the Wo family, was just entering the Divine Mansion Realm.
These people, including the Wo family patriarch Wo Yuan, were just tools pushed out to manage all affairs of the Wo family.
The true core Martial Artists of the Wo family are long residing in the ancestral spirit realm, comprehending the Origin Power within the realm of spirits.
The Wo family patriarch Wo Yuan did not imdiately respond, rely lifting his eyelids slightly.
Those eyes were as deep and dark as an abyss, subtly glancing at the old man in black luxurious clothes, their aning hard to fathom.
"Enough, Wushan."
Wo family patriarch Wo Yuan’s voice was low and commanding, as if carrying an invisible force, instantly suppressing the room’s restlessness.
"There’s no need to let your conflict with Wo Jiu affect family affairs."
Wo Yuan’s tone sounded extrely calm, yet with a faint oppression, as if nothing could be hidden from him.
Then, Wo Yuan changed the subject, his gaze slightly steadying, looking outside the door, his voice carrying a trace of gravity.
"That Lu Xuan, young as he may be, possesses power comparable to a Primordial Spirit true person, an unprecedented genius."
ntioning Lu Xuan’s strength, a tinge of apprehension flickered in Wo Yuan’s eyes.
His brows furrowed slightly, as if reminded of sothing unsettling.
He himself was once a martial arts prodigy, shining among his peers.
But now compared to this Lu Xuan, it was like a firefly against the moon, utterly disgraceful.
A hint of bitterness arose in Wo Yuan’s heart, but he quickly suppressed it.
And hearing this, everyone in the room dropped their heads into silence.
What Wo Yuan said was like a sharp blade piercing deeply into their hearts.
From this day forward, Lu Xuan’s na was like an invisible mountain, weighing on the hearts of everyone in the Great Xia Dynasty.
"Wushan, go and prepare, later accompany this patriarch to visit Mingqing’s residence."
"Since being called back to Tian Du, Mingqing seems to be in a bit of a despondent mood."
"Now, with Lu Xuan suddenly erging, this patriarch worries that Mingqing might do sothing irrational."
"Yes, Patriarch!"
Wo family’s forbidden area, deep within the ancestral shrine.
"Greetings, Mr. Jiu!"
"Greetings, Mr. Jiu!"
"I’ve seen the Supre Elder!"
Along the way, the guards of the Wo family saluted, their tone very respectful and humble.
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