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Liu Zhide, the Spirit Platform Realm cultivator of Independent Cultivator background, is now roaring like a madman and a wild animal, “Why, why? Why would the esteemed Heavenly Man Zhong Clan stoop to conspire with you to sabotage us? Zhong Luoxian, Wang Shouzhe, Zhong Xingwang, Wang Longyan! You, shameless heirs of prominent families, are utterly despicable!”

His voice is filled with sorrow and combativeness, radiating endless fury, unwillingness, and even regret, reverberating back and forth in the sky above the camp.

As if he were singing a dirge for the imminent downfall of the Liu and Zhao families.

“Conspiracy again?”

Zhong Xingwang is engaged in combat with Liang Haofeng of the Liang Clan, feeling thrilled beyond measure.

Being a child of the Heavenly Man, his aptitude is relatively low, and he could only barely break into the Spirit Platform Realm; he is usually not asked to make a move. Now that he has the rare opportunity to duel with a fellow cultivator of a rural background, he naturally wants to show off in front of his senior sister.

Upon hearing the victorious situation of the Wang family, he is naturally happy for his senior sister and for his young brother Shouzhe.

However, that shifty old Liu Zhide, is once again accusing the Zhong and Wang families of colluding to sabotage the Liu and Zhao families?

While there indeed is a conspiracy, there is no sabotage of any sort. Besides, who on earth is Zhong Luoxian? Did his stunning performance scare them to bits?

He doesn’t understand, but doesn’t care.

The term ‘conspiracy’ excites and terrifies Zhong Xingwang. It has awakened him to the idea that he must strengthen his ties with the Wang family in order to make himself more appealing to his senior sister.

If he could win a cutting glance or an irritable sigh from his senior sister, the experience would be deliciously morbid.

How gratifying! So comfortable!

Just as Zhong Xingwang was full of joy and self-satisfaction.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, things began to shift dramatically.

First and foremost was the demonic cultivator going by the surname Li. His pupils suddenly constricted, and his body tightened.

The Liu and Zhao families arrived with tremendous momentum, as if they had already secured victory, with the impression of having the Wang family in the bag. Unexpectedly, the situation deteriorated within a short period.

If not now, when to escape?

Just as he was about to make a move.

Suddenly.

Old Ancestor Ruhong, who had been half-closing his eyes, slowly opened them and smiled as he said, “Thinking of leaving now? Isn’t it a little late?”

“What do you want?” The demonic cultivator with the surname Li eyed Ruhong warily, chuckling harshly, “Hey, Old Ancestor Ruhong, you’re not thinking of keeping me here, are you?”

Without further ado, the demonic sword in his hand, shimmering with a black energy mist, became unpredictable. It was as if a violent and evil soul was sealed inside, screaming endlessly, ready to devour anyone in its path.

Just like a wild beast growling at its enemy; it was a warning and a deterrent.

“To keep you or not is not up to me,” said Old Ancestor Ruhong calmly, “It’s up to the aggrieved party of the Wang family to decide.”

Aggrieved party?

The demonic cultivator named Li was shocked and angry, feeling ridiculous. In this campaign, the Wang family had not suffered the slightest bit of damage and were in the limelight. What aggrieved party?

At this moment.

The voice of Wang Shouzhe rang out, “Old Ancestor Ruhong is right, you demon cultivator dared to conspire against our Wang family. Though it was not successful, your crime is unforgivable. Want to come and go as you please? What do you take our Wang family for?

“Old Ancestor Meng, Old Man Mingsheng, I’m afraid I have to bother the two of you.”

“Ha-ha-ha! I never thought I’d have a chance to take action today. Shouzhe’s favors will not be for nothing.”

Gongsun Meng and Lu Mingsheng, the two old ancestors, exchanged a glance and stepped forward in agreement, positioning themselves in the direction where the Li demon cultivator could escape.

The three of them, together with Old Ancestor Ruhong, trapped the demon cultivator in a triangular formation and cut off his escape route.

The demonic cultivator named Li stepped back in fear and regretted, “Young master of Wang family, since your Wang family has already won, why do you need to make it harder for me? After all, I have never made a move.”

“What a ridiculous thing to say,” Wang Shouzhe laughed out loud, “since you have accepted the invitation from the Liu and Zhao families to target our Wang family, you should prepare for the worst.”

“Very well!” The demonic cultivator named Li laughed in anger, “For the first time in the seventy years since I ascended to the Spirit Platform Realm, I have been threatened by a qi-refining kid. Chen Ruhong, Lu Mingsheng, Gongsun Meng, do you guys really think I’m a pushover?”

“One against three, yet you still dare to brag,” Wang Shouzhe laughed coldly and said loudly, “Old Ancestors, if this man is let go easily, he will pose a threat to every family. Moreover, as an Independent Cultivator, he is likely to carry all his belongings with him at all times, how can we miss such a golden opportunity?”

The first half of Wang Shouzhe’s sentence made the three old ancestors’ eyes flash with the intention to kill, while the second half lit up their eyes. After all, this demon cultivator was an Independent Cultivator and was different from family cultivators.

The most common habit of Independent Cultivators is to trust no one but themselves. Most of their valuable items would likely be carried with them.

“Shouzhe is right, this man can’t be allowed to stay.” Old Ancestor Ruhong’s eyes flashed with coldness, “We all have our own family businesses. If this demon cultivator was to escape today and plot against us in secret, which family could withstand it? Kill him!”

Old Ancestor Ruhong made the first move. He pushed off his legs and soared into the air like a giant bird.

In his hand appeared a crystal-clear spear.

The spear was only about one foot long and miniature in size. However, as Old Ancestor Ruhong injected his Water Spirit mysterious energy into it, the spear rapidly expanded and turned into a ten-feet-long lance in the blink of an eye.