The words of the Yangshe family head stunned Old Xi.
Dead?
He was only gone for a short while and he was dead? Impossible, impossible! But looking at his family head's expression, it didn't seem fake; he wasn't joking. The family head wouldn't joke like that.
In an instant, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Old Xi's forehead. Things had gotten out of hand. His short absence had led to the destruction of the entire Yangshe family.
The Yangshe family head had repeatedly emphasized that this was an important matter and could not be neglected in the slightest.
Old Xi had agreed verbally, but he hadn't taken it to heart, feeling that nothing bad would happen. After all, both sides knew each other well, and it would be difficult for anything to go wrong. If anything happened, it should be the Murong family.
But why had this happened?
"What were you doing?" The Yangshe family head's voice was cold, now filled with boundless killing intent.
Old Xi's face turned pale. At this moment, he didn't know what to say. Now that things had happened, admitting fault or explaining was useless. He felt the Yangshe family head's killing intent. He knew that his only way to survive was to run away, to escape. There was no other way, but running away wasn't so easy now.
But he didn't want to die, so his only option was to run.
However, the moment he fled, the head of the Yangshe family made his move.
Dozens of figures appeared instantly, like a giant net enveloping Old Xi, their presence blotting out the sky.
They exuded boundless killing intent and a chilling aura, their intense pressure nearly forcing Old Xi to his knees.
The difference!
The gap in strength was enormous; the difference between Old Xi and the head of the Yangshe family was vast, making even escape a distant dream.
"Family Head, I have served the Yangshe family for a hundred years, naturally loyal and meritorious. How can you be so ungrateful?" Old Xi shouted, his face contorted with shock.
"Don't say you have no merit; even if you had great merit, it couldn't offset your mistake today. Killing you wouldn't quell my anger," the head of the Yangshe family said, his eyes bloodshot.
Old Xi was desperate. He knew he was no match for the family head, and he couldn't even last three rounds. The family head's strength was immense, completely on a different level from his own.
Even facing death, they resisted, and resisted most fiercely, unleashing their trump cards without restraint, striking at the countless figures of the Sheep Shepherd.
Bang! Bang!…
Huge, muffled sounds echoed, but in a very brief moment, the situation returned to its previous state. Old Xi was gone; only a faint pool of blood remained on the ground—nothing more.
Dead, reduced to ashes. That drop of blood seemed deliberately left, indicating Old Xi's existence in the past.
The Murong family, unaware of the situation, were stunned. Those were War God Realm experts, each one incredibly precious, and now they had been killed by the Sheep Shepherd.
However, the City Lord, the Murong family head, and others quickly learned what had happened, and they were all dumbfounded.
The Sheep Shepherd's descendants had all been slaughtered…
This surprise was truly sudden, too sudden. This was supposed to turn the tide, but the City Lord quickly realized that things weren't so simple.
The Sheep Shepherd's descendants had all been killed; the Sheep Shepherd family would go mad. A madman is capable of anything.
The Murong family wanted to hide, but then they laughed. Where could they hide? The Yangshe family would definitely spare no effort to wipe out the Murong family.
This would turn the tide and vent their anger.
As for the lack of successors, it wasn't a matter of losing them all. A generation wouldn't necessarily be cut off; they would just need to be retrained, since they still had a long lifespan.
However, some of these younger generations would become War Gods upon leaving this place. These young War Gods would elevate the Yangshe family to a new level, making them the undisputed rulers of this region and Taotie City.
The Yangshe family had suffered heavy losses this time, but the seasoned patriarch calmed down. The Yangshe family wasn't finished yet.
Their fighting strength hadn't even changed much; it was just that the younger generation couldn't step up immediately. But many of them were still young and could be trained.
There were many more descendants in the family. If one generation died out, they would train the next. However, training each generation would require countless resources, effort, and time.
Everything was incredibly expensive. It was like a businessman who was once incredibly wealthy, but suddenly lost everything and had to start all over again. He had a business mind, but accumulating wealth back to that level required too much time and effort. Any unexpected event could affect the outcome.
The loss might seem small, but it was enormous. The family was still there, and there was still hope. To return to their current level would take at least a hundred years, even several hundred. This was a regression, a serious regression for the family.
The head of the Yangshe family looked towards the Murong family.
The city lord immediately activated the formation and prepared for battle. Regardless, they had already gained something today. As for the confrontation with the Yangshe family, the clash of War God realm experts, let it come. It was uncertain who would win in a real fight.
Admitting defeat wasn't the key to victory, so the city lord of Murong was actually somewhat eager to fight. War was inevitable; it was a fight to the death. Only one of the Murong family and the Yangshe family could survive.
Qin Chuan remained calm. A real fight would be a clash of gods, but after observing the situation, killing the opponent wouldn't be too difficult.
However, Qin Chuan couldn't kill them himself; he'd need a War God Realm expert to intervene, while he could only remain hidden. They
had just entered the Tower of Babel, but the two largest forces in Taotie City were now about to clash, and a true overlord would emerge after this battle.
But if they suffered heavy losses, would they be replaced by a new force or annexed by a neighboring large city?
These weren't impossible. Taotie City was powerful, a behemoth among many cities in the area, but besides Taotie City, there were other powerful cities and enemies. The rise of a powerful family inevitably involved bloodshed. Regardless of right or wrong, those they had trampled might very well be on their way.
This had always been the reason the Murong and Yangshe families hadn't acted—they feared that killing a thousand enemies would result in eight hundred of their own being lost, leaving others to reap the benefits.
The Tower of Babel presented a great opportunity, but unfortunately, they squandered it so poorly. Now, the Yangshe family is driven to madness by anger. They must kill; you killed my descendant, so I will kill you all.
As for the possibility of someone else profiting, that can wait. The immediate issue must be resolved; they cannot tolerate it, and they will not tolerate it. They must pay back tenfold.
A great battle is imminent, but the Murong family is somewhat uneasy. After all, their descendants are here. If the war breaks out, and the enemy sets aside some manpower specifically to target their descendants, then they will have to watch helplessly as their descendants die.