His voice carried a suppressed anger, "You've slaughtered most of us; now all the great families are eyeing us, trying to insert their people into my Nangong Family."
"And also..." Nangong Xiongba's voice was low, "the wealth accumulated by generations of ancestors was also swept away."
At this point, he suddenly stomped the ground in fury, shattering it, "Up till now, I still don't know who did it!"
Amidst the flying debris, his voice seethed with deep hatred: "Originally, with Xuanyuan Yichen's betrayal, I intended to massacre the Taiqing Sect to vent my anger..."
"And the result?" He laughed hysterically, "I was left with only a strand of Primordial Spirit to escape from being beaten by three Spirit Slash."
"Isn't it... quite miserable?" He tilted his head, approaching Zhou Qing again, like a naive child asking, "Is there any Spirit Slash in the entire Holy Martial Dynasty worse off than me?"
