Everyone saw a gray-robed figure appear on the mountain peak without a sound. It was Mo Qingtian, who had just been speaking with Li Meng'er in the back mountains.
At this moment, all the disciples of War God Hall knelt down and shouted, "Greetings, Old Ancestor."
Mo Qingtian paid no attention to their greetings; all his thoughts were concentrated on the scene before him.
In Mo Qingtian's eyes, the Heavenly Stairway had become a pile of ruins. A boundless rage, as if substantial, instantly transformed into a boundless storm and swept across the entire area.
The few people standing near Mo Qingtian bore the immense pressure, while the others were directly prostrate on the ground.
"Who knows what exactly happened here? Mo Heng, who was guarding the Heavenly Stairway today?"
Just as Mo Heng, the Sect Master of War God Hall beside Mo Qingtian, was about to speak, a middle-aged man prostrating on the ground respectfully said,
