Everyone’s attention was drawn over. They saw that there was a pile of ruins on the ground below. Mountains had been crushed and streams had turned into lakes. There were corpses everywhere.

“It’s the Zhao clan’s people!” exclaimed Lu Mingxuan, recognizing their robes.

Long Chen looked at those corpses as if he had expected them. He indifferently said, “There’s nothing strange about it. The weak are prey to the strong. This is the cultivation world. Where there are people, there are grudges. Where there are grudges, there is killing. The Zhao clan has dominated Silver Moon City for countless years and suppressed the other powers. Those powers had to pay yearly tributes...