The Wang Clan of Qianshui Town was a very powerful clan in the local area. With a Severing Mundane ancestor in charge, the only clan that could rival the Wang Clan was the Li Clan. The two clans competed with each other, but they would also work together to eliminate the forces that might threaten them.
For hundreds of millions of years, although the two clans had some conflicts, they were also living in relative harmony.
However, on this night, blood flowed like a river in the Wang Clan.
An old servant knelt down in front of a youth with tears streaming down his face, and said, "Young Master, the ancestor, clan leader, and the others have all died in battle. You are the clan's only hope. Please leave quickly!"
That young man looked to be only 15 or 16 years old. He was very stubborn, and his eyes flashed with light as he said, "There are no cowards in the Wang Clan who run away without fighting. I would rather die and be buried together with my great-grandfather and father!"
