Jiang Guoyuan watched his eldest son, Jiang Tengyun, die before his very eyes and bellowed in grief, "Venerate, what in the world are you doing!"
However, Mo Shan said not a word, looking indifferently at Jiang Guoyuan.
This fan... It was a supreme Spiritual Artifact that housed ninety-seven souls, all of whom were the clan's brave and battle-hardened warriors.
Without absorbing enough fresh blood, these souls would not willingly return to the sunless confines of the Spiritual Artifact.
As for the lives of Jiang Tengyun and the Shadows... what a joke.
He, Mo Shan, had helped the Jiang Family rise to their current status as one of Yanjing's wealthy families. But in his eyes, they were nothing more than a slave clan. How dare a slave question its master?
He snorted coldly, and several remnant demonic souls drifted toward Jiang Guoyuan. In the blink of an eye, the renowned Family Head of Yanjing's great Martial Dao family was utterly obliterated!
