"Song Family, it's finished too!"
Looking at Song Hao who had turned into a pile of ashes, the scene was dead silent, but numerous people were thinking this: even if those three elders of the Song family were still around, this once first family of the Imperial City was no longer capable of stirring up any waves.
With his own strength, wiping out three major families of the Imperial City within a month, the gazes everyone directed at that young man in coarse clothing were filled with a peculiar kind of adoration.
Especially the young cultivators from the Xuanyue Imperial City, whose blood was boiling; who wouldn't want to shine brilliantly at such an age, and who wouldn't want to, alone with a sword, force three great families into submission without a word of complaint, even making the Royal Family dare not confront him directly?
