"I am the seventh Sacred General of the Zhou family, Shi Zhuoba, a descendant of the Earth-Shaking Sacred General. I have brought all the cultivators above the Core Condensation realm from our branch. We are willing to share life and death with the Zhou family!" said a burly, strong man with a face as tough and unyielding as chiseled stone, cupping his hands.
"I am the tenth Sacred General of the Zhou family, Fang Huai, a descendant of the Cold Mountain Sacred General..."
"I am the third Sacred General of the Zhou family, a descendant of the Chasing Wind Sacred General..."
One by one, powerful leaders of the Sacred General descendants announced themselves to Zhou Fusheng.
Each leader of a Sacred General's lineage, like Fei Xun, Shi Zhuoba, Fang Huai... each was at least at the fifth stage of the Manifestation Realm, possessing formidable strength.
Soon.
Descendants from the third Sacred General to the tenth Sacred General had all announced themselves.
Everyone looked at each other.
The descendants of the first Sacred General, Wang Ruoyu, and the second Sacred General, Ping Tian Sacred General Xiahou Shenwei, remained.
These two Sacred Generals were also recognized as the strongest two under the Great Emperor of the Zhou family at that time. Although they had not yet attained the Dao and become Emperors, they possessed supreme might comparable to true Great Emperors.
Just like the first Sacred General, Wang Ruoyu.
At the cost of his own life, he had suppressed a terrifying and boundless Myriad Tomb Demonic Emperor, achieving his formidable reputation through the Myriad Tomb Demonic Emperor. Even though he had fallen, he had become a legendary figure.
"I am Xiahou Xing, a descendant of the Ping Tian Sacred General Xiahou Shenwei."
A powerful figure stepped forward.
Everyone focused their gaze.
It was the formidable existence who had intercepted the Nine Dragon Sage earlier and killed him with a single sword strike.
As this person stepped forward, a profound and vast aura of the eighth stage of the Manifestation Realm permeated the air, subtly capable of rivaling Zhou Fusheng.
This descendant of the second Sacred General, Xiahou Shenwei, was actually an existence at the eighth stage of the Manifestation Realm, ten or even a hundred times stronger than the patriarchs of other Sacred General descendants!
With Xiahou Xing's emergence, his sharp edge was evident, seemingly overshadowing others with his overt dominance.
However, Zhou Fusheng did not mind.
Instead, he was pleased by Xiahou Xing's immense power.
"Excellent! Patriarch Xiahou's strength is astonishing. I believe he can become my right-hand man. Our Zhou family can truly soar like a tiger with wings this time."
Xiahou Xing was not humble at all.
"You flatter me. Since I have come forward, I will naturally slay the enemy and achieve unparalleled merit."
The group of Xiahou family members behind Xiahou Xing also looked exceptionally proud.
"Where are the descendants of the first Sacred General? Have they been annihilated by the Myriad Tomb Demonic Emperor they suppressed?" Xiahou Xing suddenly asked.
His words immediately created a subtle atmosphere.
Everyone knew that there had been considerable friction between the first and second Sacred Generals in the past. The second Sacred General, Xiahou Shenwei, arrogant in his strength, had never submitted to the first Sacred General and had always wanted to replace him. Unexpectedly, after so many years, the descendants of the second Sacred General still harbored this resentment and held grudges.
"Who said that!"
Behind Ling Fan, Wang Meng, young and impetuous, shot out two angry gazes upon hearing Xiahou Xing's words and stepped forward.
"The descendant of the first Sacred General is here!"
The Grand Elder of Demon Suppression also stepped forward. His cultivation had also reached the seventh stage of the Manifestation Realm, but compared to Xiahou Xing's might, there was still a gap.
Xiahou Xing glanced sideways at the Grand Elder of Demon Suppression and Wang Meng, then sneered, "Has your Wang family declined to this extent? You only bring two people. How much strength can you contribute? Are you here to make up the numbers! Aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock? No wonder, when the ancestral land was besieged earlier, you only dared to watch from the sky and not act. It seems you have some self-awareness."
Even with his excellent self-control, the Grand Elder of Demon Suppression could not help himself at this moment. "Patriarch Xiahou, please speak with caution. If our Wang family's ancestor, Wang Ruoyu, had not single-handedly suppressed the Myriad Tomb Demonic Emperor, none of you present would have had the chance to stand here today. Do you think the Wang family is weaker than your Xiahou family? If it weren't for suppressing the Myriad Tomb Demonic Emperor, the Wang family would have even more and stronger cultivators than your Xiahou family!"
Fierce light shot from Xiahou Xing's eyes, and an overbearing aura surged from him. "Is that so? Words are not proof. Let us settle this with our hands and see the truth! Let me witness the ultimate divine abilities of the first Sacred General's descendants!"
Seeing the atmosphere becoming increasingly tense, Zhou Fusheng stepped forward and stood between them. "Both of you, calm down! These are extraordinary times. We should unite our efforts and absolutely not engage in such a dispute of pride, which would only weaken our strength!"
"Hmph, for Patriarch Zhou's sake, I will spare you some dignity for now. After the crisis is resolved, I will teach you a lesson," Xiahou Xing sneered.
Xiahou Xing was too arrogant and domineering. Wang Meng, young and hot-blooded, gritted his teeth. If he hadn't been stopped by the Grand Elder of Demon Suppression, he would have already stepped forward to challenge him, not Xiahou Xing, but the young generation of the Xiahou clan.
"Everyone, please go and rest for now."
Zhou Fusheng did not want the conflict to escalate further and asked them to calm down individually.
"Wait a moment!"
Xiahou Xing suddenly said.
Sharp light shot from his eyes as he looked at the Grand Elder of Demon Suppression, as well as Ling Fan, Lan Xueyi, and the demon horse beside Wang Meng.
"These two people, I suspect they are not from your Wang family! And there's even a demonic beast. What is your Wang family doing, bringing such mixed company to the Zhou family ancestral land? Could they be spies!"
Xiahou Xing's words were sharp, clearly targeting the Wang family.
He even did not hesitate to label Ling Fan and the others as spies.
"Xiahou Xing! You have gone too far! Do you know this senior's identity? You can insult me, and I will endure it for the sake of the greater good, but if you dare to slander Ling Sheng, I will never tolerate it!" The Grand Elder of Demon Suppression was instantly enraged, his aged face filled with fury, like an enraged, aged lion.
Everyone present looked on with surprise.
What was the identity of this gray-haired young man that the Grand Elder of Demon Suppression would so fiercely defend his dignity?
And...
The Grand Elder of Demon Suppression, a dignified cultivator at the seventh stage of the Manifestation Realm, had actually called this gray-haired young man Ling Sheng?
Could they have misheard?
Although this young man's cultivation had some peculiar aspects, they could clearly sense that he had absolutely not entered the Manifestation Realm.
Ling Sheng?
Where did this title come from!
The word "Sheng" (Saint) was not something one could casually bestow upon oneself.
Without corresponding strength, it was merely self-humiliation.
Everyone marveled and felt a sense of curiosity.
They began to scrutinize this unremarkable gray-haired young man.
As their gazes focused on him, everyone was surprised again.
Because the woman standing gracefully beside this gray-haired young man was not only stunningly beautiful but also possessed unfathomable strength, no weaker than the Grand Elder of Demon Suppression. She was also a cultivator at the seventh stage of the Manifestation Realm.
Such a young cultivator at the seventh stage of the Manifestation Realm!