Came!

The secret I wanted had finally come!

The underground palace in the river was mysterious, but it wasn't my mission. What I wanted was to take away Wang Li's earthly soul.

I had a feeling that the woman in the underground palace was Wang Li.

Zhao Zhuang said coldly, "Even without that woman, we would still resist. I don't want to listen to anything you say!"

The Wang family patriarch laughed in anger, "Good, good, good... So you are determined to throw away the wealth left by your ancestors? Then none of you can leave. I'd rather trap you all to death in the village than have such unfilial descendants."

The Wang family patriarch raised his arm and shouted, "Brothers, what's the point of keeping these unfilial descendants who are disobedient and kill their ancestors? Follow me and kill them!"

Filial piety is a great virtue, but after the word 'filial piety' was distorted by feudal ethics, it became an evil ghost that could devour people. In the generation of the Wang family patriarch, descendants had to follow the wishes of their elders, even if their wishes would bring endless pain to their descendants. As long as they thought it was right, the younger generation had to obey. Otherwise, it would be unfilial, disobedient, and they should be punished according to family law.

The ancestors of the six families all had bloodshot eyes, and their bodies surged with baleful aura. Their hands were clenched into fists, waiting for the Wang family patriarch's order to pounce on these rebellious descendants.

Just as the Wang family patriarch was about to strike, Bai Zhou (White Day), which I had already pinched in my hand, roared out under the guidance of the Soul-Chasing Rope. The saber light exploded by Bai Zhou passed through the middle of the two groups of people, and then flew back to my hand with the force of thunder.

The two groups of people, who were already ready to go, all looked towards me.

I raised my saber and laughed, "Wang, who are you trying to fool? Who are your unfilial descendants? All that's left of your old Wang family is an idiot. Are there any Wang family members here? Asking others to kill their own grandsons, that's immoral, right?"

Zhao Zhuang reacted immediately: "Wang, you are not qualified to talk to us about disobedience and unfilial piety."

The Wang family patriarch chuckled coldly, "Zhao Yi, what do you say?"

When Zhao Zhuang turned to look at his ancestor, the latter squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Kill!"

"Kill—" Zhao Zhuang, who had lost the last trace of hope, roared and drew out the bull-tail steel saber from his waist, waving it to meet the Wang family patriarch.

In the end, Zhao Zhuang didn't dare to attack his own ancestors, but locked his target on someone else.

The moment Zhao Zhuang's bull-tail saber was unsheathed, bursts of red light burst out from the blade. As the three-foot steel saber slashed at the ghost shadow as if it were burning, my eyes also locked on the bull-tail saber.

The Zhao Zhuang's saber was engraved with runes, which should be a magic weapon passed down from his ancestors. No matter how sharp ordinary swords were, they could not hurt ghosts without the blessing of pure internal energy. People who can kill ghosts with ordinary swords must have at least the cultivation of the Xiantian (Innate) realm, otherwise, they would just be delivering food to the ghosts.

Zhao Zhuang obviously had not reached the Xiantian level. He dared to face the ghosts entirely because of the saber in his hand.

Zhao Zhuang was doomed to lose!

Zhao Zhuang, who was continuously waving his saber amidst roars, didn't realize that the other party was deliberately leading him forward. The Wang family patriarch was preparing to counterattack!

As I swept my eyes across the battlefield, I found that the people of Fish Basket Village, as if they had discussed it, were not attacking their own ancestors, but were desperately fighting the ancestors of other families. But they all made the same mistake as Zhao Zhuang, and were led astray by the ghosts.

In just a short moment, the six ghosts gradually gathered into a formation with their backs facing each other, relying on each other!

The ghosts were about to counterattack!

As soon as the thought flashed through my mind, the six ghosts exchanged positions. I watched as the Zhao family ancestor and the Wang family ghost changed positions in an instant, and slapped Zhao Zhuang's steel saber with their palms.

Zhao Zhuang, who had been chasing the Wang family patriarch, didn't have time to change his move at the last minute, so he could only grit his teeth and slash his saber at his own ancestor.

As the saber and palm collided in mid-air, fire and yin winds rose up everywhere.

The bull-tail saber, which was still raging with fire a moment ago, was like a candle extinguished by the palm wind after a cicada's chirp. It instantly lost its light, and the dim saber light was held in the air by a ghost hand.

Zhao Zhuang instinctively withdrew his steel saber, holding the scrapped magic weapon, and stood there in a daze.

The same thing happened to everyone else. The six ghosts destroyed everyone's magic weapons in just one encounter, and a group of people became cattle and sheep to be slaughtered.

The Wang family patriarch put his hands behind his back and said, "You are definitely not going to survive. Today, not only will everyone who participated in the rebellion die, but their descendants will not be spared either. Let the one whose wicked son it is do it!"

As the Wang family patriarch spoke, he turned around, his eyes fixed on my face like knives: "You must die too!"

As I took a slight step to block Old Liu Tou behind me, a villager suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the ghost in front of him: "Brother Zhuangzi, save the children!"

The man's last scream and the sound of ghost claws piercing through his chest merged into one. The fierce ghost threw away the corpse and pounced towards the villagers. Several sorcerers rushed up together: "Run! Run back! Save the children, hurry!"

The sorcerer's last shout and the fierce ghost's roar resounded between the mountains and fields. Zhao Zhuang led the remaining people and rushed down the hillside like crazy.

The five family ancestors tore apart the sorcerer's body, and chased after them towards the village amidst the flying rain of blood.