Sensing the terrifying aura rising from Fu Pinglan, both Wan Wenfeng and Hua Ling felt their blood churn, eyes flashing with a trace of fear as they hurried to Ji Zhouyin's side.
"Martial Ancestor! This...?!"
Wan Wenfeng steadied himself, looking at Ji Zhouyin, whose aura was equally declining, a mix of shock and anger flickering across his gaze as he turned to look at Fu Pinglan not far away, his voice trembling slightly.
Hua Ling's face was likewise ashen, blood and qi in turmoil, clearly suffering heavy injuries.
The tragedy of Feng Ting's four companions was fresh in their minds. They had anticipated that the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit might abandon them, but never did they imagine it would unfold in such a direct and violent manner.
Fu Pinglan had managed to elicit the recognition of the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit, directly stripping Ji Zhouyin of his position as Martial Ancestor and all his heavenly fate!
