Wang Rui's intention was clear—he wanted Liu Wuxie to escape while he bore the responsibility if the clan pursued the matter. He might be an illegitimate son, but the clan wouldn't dare to go too far against him.0

"No one can leave today!" barked one of Wang Yue's servants, his voice filled with fury. If Liu Wuxie wasn't killed, how could the young master's dignity be preserved?0

Suddenly, blood sprayed into the air, and the Heretic Blade appeared in Liu Wuxie's hand without warning. The two servants behind Wang Yue were decapitated before they could let out a scream, and their blood dyed Wang Yue's clothes red.0

"Someone's dead!" Panicked cries came from the bystanders as the metallic stench of blood filled the air.0

"You bastard! How dare you kill someone from the Wang Clan! Everyone, attack together and kill him!" The other few Nascent Transformation Realm cultivators from the Wang Clan were enraged by this sight.0

Over thirty-odd people joined hands, unleashing a terrifying aura, making Liu Wuxie's hair flutter under the shockwave. Even Wang Rui couldn't control the situation anymore.0

"A bunch of scraps!" Liu Wuxie swept...0