The moment Ju Zhang heard these words, his nose tingled, and he had an urge to cry.
He tried to explain for a long time, but his father didn't believe him. It wasn't until he took out a broken wooden sword that his father finally believed him.
[Father, who is Seven Kills?]
[Do you still remember the fracture on the Holy Ancestor's golden horn?]
[I remember?]
[The Holy Ancestor told us about his legendary experiences. It was over two thousand years ago, during his life-and-death tribulation.]
[The one who cut off his golden horn was Seven Kills,] the Golden Shuo True Monarch said.
[Father, did the Holy Ancestor eventually seek revenge? Did he ultimately defeat this Seven Kills?] Ju Zhang asked curiously.
The Golden Shuo True Monarch did not answer Ju Zhang's question, but instead said, [Zhang'er, the opportunity for our lineage has arrived.]
Upon hearing this, Ju Zhang was delighted, [Please enlighten me, Father.]
