On the ancestral hall in front of them, countless soul tablets exploded one after another, turning into fragments that scattered on the ground. There were quite a few words that could still be seen.
"Bastard! Bastard!"
An old man standing at the front had a furious look on his face, "Thirty! A total of thirty elites of our Duan clan were killed in the secular world!
"There are three pseudo emperors among them. Even if this Mad Southern Ye has three heads and six arms, he can't kill all of them, right?"
The elder released a terrifying aura, "Since when has our Duan clan suffered such casualties? Why didn't the patriarch allow us to enter the world? Why?!"
At this moment, a streak of light shot down from the sky, enveloping everyone within. Afterwards, an old figure slowly appeared in the sky.
"Patriarch!"
Everyone kowtowed. Even the furious old man from before was no exception. He lowered his head extremely respectfully.
