Looking at his son's corpse, Xue Shan's face turned ashen.0

Even as a cultivator in the Ascension Realm and the vice head of the Ninth Academy, his heart twisted as he watched his son die before his eyes.0

He slowly turned to look at Fang Chen, his eyes cold, with a faint trace of murderous light shimmering within.0

As for Long Ao, he wasn't exactly angry at Zhang Zhong's death. What mattered to him was that he had lost face. His pride as a member of the Long family had taken a hit.0

Behind him, the sword cultivators and disciples of the second branch exchanged puzzled glances. A sense of disbelief flickered in their eyes.0

Zhang Zhong's strength had ranked among the top five sword cultivators in the Ninth Academy during the Enlightenment Realm competition. He had performed exceptionally well.0

In the family, only a handful of people in the Enlightenment Realm had been able to match him. After all,...0