Xiao Yongling's calm expression was finally shadowed with gloom. The 'East Feather Mountain', conjured from spirit energy in the clouds, slowly pressed forward, suppressing the flow of Mana, weakening the power of his long halberd, as the longsword in his hand burst with dazzling light, moving to meet the attack head-on.
In the past, Xiao Family's ancestor Xiao Xianyou perished overseas; even the Xiao Family's signature spell had proved useless. The people of the Xiao Family, relying bitterly on old ties, implored a Perfected One of Ziyun Sect to use a spell and project a ring-shaped image inquiring everywhere, but gained no result.
Decades later, Perfected Yuanwu intervened multiple times—their magic artifact was none other than a ring. The Xiao Family dared not ask, yet always nursed suspicion in their hearts. Today, with Tang Shedou's words, it was as if he pressed the Xiao Family's face into the dirt.
