Li Xiaoran and Li Hao both felt shocked; the strength displayed by Li Qingzheng before their eyes, whether due to the influence of the Mo River or an intrinsic aspect of his being, exceeded their imagination.
Li Xiaoran felt a grief-stricken heart, forcibly suppressing his anger as he turned and charged towards the collapsing ancestral hall.
Li Hao also knew that the other was risking his life at this moment to buy them time; even though he was filled with rage, he could only turn and flee, rushing into the ancestral hall.
Li Xiaoran's power to command objects swept through, lifting the broken tiles of the ancestral hall, only to find that the ancestral tablets within had all been destroyed!
Only a single tablet emitted a dim golden light.
That was the tablet of the first ancestor, Li Tianyuan.
Its golden statue had already shattered, and only this small tablet remained now.
