The two Xiantian Realm cultivators of the Liu Clan were having a tough time facing the Drought Demon by themselves. But fortunately, the Drought Demon was already poisoned. Its strength had been weakened and it was in its last throes.

Meanwhile, Liu Teng suppressed the Wan Clan’s Patriarch all by himself. His moves were ruthless, which left the Patriarch of the Wan Clan in despair.

The Patriarch of the Wan Clan wanted to put up a struggle and seize the Drought Golden Lotus. If he succeeded, he would be able to restore the Wan Clan’s strength.

However, no one had expected that Liu Teng had already expected this scene and made preparations beforehand.

He instructed the ten archers to go into hiding with their low-grade profound artifacts. When they launched their surprise attack, they took the Wan Clan by surprise, killing everyone except for the Patriarch.

“Old foggy, I can spare you if you’re willing to submit to the Liu Clan!”

Liu Teng had completely suppressed his opponent and he still had the strength to smile, “After all, you’re still a Xiantian Realm cultivator.”

“Dream on! Even if I die, I will never bow my head to your Liu Clan!” The Patriarch of the Wan Clan wore an indifferent expression. However, his eyes were gushing with flames of anger. In his eyes, Liu Teng was practically a demon.

Liu Teng’s hands were drenched in the blood of the Wan Clan. How could...