The atmosphere was quiet.
Yin Chengzhou, Yuan Cun'an, and Qu Yongde looked mockingly at Wu Chengyan and Jiang Shengliang, unable to get up.
Being able to trample the Wus and Jiangs, once one of the Ancient Era's five great families, underfoot gave them a sense of exhilaration.
After exchanging a glance, Wu Chengyan and Jiang Shengliang had no choice but to bow their heads to Yin Chengzhou and the other three cultivators from the Divine Origin Realm to safeguard the Wus and Jiangs.
The other ancestors of the Wus and Jiangs, standing beside Wu Chengyan and Jiang Shengliang, had eyes blazing with fury, slowly exuding spiritual energy from their bodies.
Wu Chengyan frowned and said, "Stay aside."
Jiang Shengliang also said, "Let us handle the matters here."
Then.
Wu Chengyan's storage ring flashed, and his gaze fixed on the trio of Yin Chengzhou: "I hope you keep your word."
He flicked his hand.
Eighteen slender needles, each ten centimeters long, suddenly hovered before him.
