After a long while, Wang Xiu emerged from the jungle. He waved his hand nonchalantly, and the corpses behind him dissipated like ash. The aura around him was as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice.
"The Yi Clan truly deserves to die!" he muttered to himself. He had seen a series of images in the spirits of the slain Yi Clan experts.
「Decades ago.」
Zhuo Canglang and the others were among the first to arrive in the Nine Heavens, where they encountered the Yi Clan. At that time, no one in the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths knew that Wang Xiu's fate was uncertain, and he had most likely vanished forever. Thus, the Yi Clan's sole intention was revenge for the death of their prodigy at Wang Xiu's hands.
Of course, they wouldn't admit this publicly. As shameless as the Yi Clan was, they could not blatantly use such a disgraceful reason to attack the people of Sanqing. After all, many experts had personally witnessed the Yi Clan's prodigy fall to Wang Xiu in a battle between equals.
