In front of the Tang Clan's mountain gate in Western Sichuan.
After Xiong Ba taught Tang Shan a lesson, it plopped down in front of the Tang Clan's mountain gate with a few sneering laughs on its face, continually mocking, "The Western Sichuan Tang Clan is nothing special, just trash. As for that Nine Poison Demon Monarch, upon hearing my name, he probably wouldn't even have the courage to face me."
Hearing Xiong Ba insult their ancestor, some of the young cultivators were incredibly angry inside, but they dared not speak up.
After all, the power Xiong Ba displayed earlier was truly formidable.
If those young cultivators dared to charge forward, it would probably be no different from courting death.
"Whew, whew, whew..."
At this moment, a pitch-black smoke suddenly swept across the air.
The young cultivators were all invigorated, shouting, "The ancestor has arrived."
"Boom!"
Almost at the same moment.
