Chapter 576: Predecessor

At Zhengyang Gate in Beijing, a dense crowd stood, their faces cold and expressionless. "Did the four great clans-Feng, Xue, Ma, and Xin-really all die here?" asked the elderly man in blue at the very front. He was pale-faced and beardless, radiating a powerful, intimidating presence. "Yes, Elder Zhang!" a middle-aged man stepped forward and replied. "These four ancient clans of the capital, each with centuries of history, wiped out in just one day-what a disaster for all of us!" Elder Zhang,...