History's Strongest Senior Brother

HSSB953: A fight breaking out at once

To Phoenix Ritual Mountains Wutong Slope, this Daoist temple was virtually like an ultra-massive pit that they had fallen into.

If not for the fact that Three Foot Mountain was also of the World beyond Worlds and had no need for legacies of the Prime Clear lineage as they were also currently struggling desperately in trying to pass through the main hall, Zhuang Chaohui might suspect that they had known of this beforehand.

He might believe that the half-broken whisk had been given to Wutong Slope purely to harm them.

Still, from the looks of it now, Three Foot Mountain probably did not know of the actual background of this Daoist temple too.

Looking at the statue of the Lord of Numinous Treasure before them and thinking of how their two powers had gone all out trying to enter, Zhuang Chaohui and his senior apprentice-uncle both found this utterly laughable and ludicrous as they wanted to smile yet were unable to force that smile out.

So many people had died, so much effort spent. Yet, things had ultimately ended like this.

Zhuang Chaohui dared not think about this any further. Just thinking about it, he already felt so depressed he wanted to vomit blood.

He looked at his senior apprentice-uncle, both of them having similarly gloomy expression on their faces.

“Let us continue. Since we have already arrived here, we cannot just return empty-handed,” Zhuang Chaohui inhaled deeply, “Martial arts of the Prime Clear lineage aside, if there are any treasures that remain, we would be able to bring peace to the souls of the deceased up in heaven.”

As the other side had needed to rely on the local restrictions to obstruct their group, having fled after the restrictions had failed to claim their lives, this meant that their abilities must be limited.

“Otherwise, we could also simply return and take care of those of Three Foot Mountain, venting things out on them.”