The most grief-stricken person in the field was none other than Liuu Zonghui.
His son, whether in talent or cultivation level, was the best in the Liuu Family and also the chosen successor to the family clan leader.
But now, his son's body had been occupied by someone.
With a face full of despair, he raised his sword and shouted, "Bastard, give me back my son's body!"
The sword in Liuu Zonghui's hand flashed as his body streaked a red light toward Zhang Yuheng with a piercing strike.
Liuu Yichen cried out, "Father, calm down!"
He knew Liuu Zonghui was no match for Zhang Yuheng and hurriedly followed behind, quickly deploying Kunlun Sect's Wuji Yellow Banner to shield his father from the front.
"Ignorant ants!"
Zhang Yuheng struck, slashing down with a sword carrying the force of a tsunami, crashing down impressively.
Sword Qi spanning thousands of feet could suppress the void.
