The sovereign’s death silenced the scene. Grand Rule’s expression became austere.

First, it was his son, Shen Jinlong, who died to Li Qiye. Now, even his favorite disciple couldn’t escape. It would be strange if he wasn’t furious right now. This was an irreconcilable feud.

The other ancestors here didn’t dare to say anything and only stared at him.

From beginning to end, he didn’t even lift a finger and quietly sat there while Golden Python Sovereign had scattered with the wind. 

“What kind of damn technique is this?” Southern Sun couldn’t help but ask, forgetting about his initial goal of regaining face by defeating Li Qiye. 

After seeing this display of might, Southern Sun was filled with curiosity...