The massacre lasted for half an incense stick's time, and the main peak of Yuqing Mountain fell completely silent, the entire mountain head dyed as if in blood.
The Third Elder stared blankly at everything before him, beside him were only fifteen or sixteen lost Zhou Family cultivators.
Zhang Shouchang stood on the blood-spattered rooftop of the main hall, looking down. The various buildings of the Zhou Family's residence were built against the mountain, all in full view. The beautiful Yuqing Mountain was finally under his feet.
The wish of a hundred years was finally realized, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Beside him, Qian Ruyi reminded, "Sect Leader, there are still two honored guests of the Zhou Family..."
