Chapter 652: The Bloodline's Secret, Advent of the Holy Sect

The silence that descended upon the Ren family's ancestral residence was heavier than any tombstone. It was a silence born of utter shock and bone-deep terror, punctuated only by the whistling of the night wind through shattered pavilions and the faint, wet gasps of a dying man. Ralap Li stood amidst the crater of his own making, the Abaddon Blade resting lightly on his shoulder. Its dark energy seemed to drink the pale moonlight, leaving an aura of absolute void around him. His gaze was fixed...