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第四卷 七星岛 第六百五十三章 家主之争

Time moved swiftly, the atmosphere suddenly freezing. The disciples of the Ning family looked up at the sky, their expressions a mix of tension and excitement.

Of course, there were exceptions. Those in blue robes seemed unconcerned. They originally belonged to the eldest branch, the most powerful among the seven branches. However, after their residence was destroyed, and Master Ning Wanshan was taken down by force, the eldest branch's disciples had many grievances but lacked a leader to rally them.

With hearts full of resentment, most of the eldest branch's disciples were content with waiting for their chance. "Second Elder Brother, Third Sister, your tactics are impressive," a clear voice drifted in from afar. "But think about it, our family has been around for over a thousand years. The position of headmaster is always given to those who have virtue, not through magic contests."

Everyone heard the words clearly, and their reactions varied. The second and third branches' disciples were taken aback, while the eldest branch's disciples exchanged glances before erupting in cheers.

"Seventh Elder Brother has appeared! Seventh Elder Brother has appeared!"

Since the previous headmaster’s death, Master Ning Wanshan had been the heart of the eldest branch. Seeing him break free now, his disciples couldn't help but cheer.

Ning Second and the red-robed beauty exchanged glances. This unexpected turn left them flabbergasted. They reluctantly stopped their fight.

The two were top-ranking disciples, so they easily pinpointed where the speaker was from the ancestral hall's west side. Several blue-robed figures flew in, with Seventh Elder Brother leading the way. The others were also high-ranking members of the eldest branch, having been watched by Ning Second and his allies.

This strengthened the eldest branch significantly, making it uncertain who would claim the headmaster’s position. Ning Second and the beauty's faces turned pale as they landed slowly.

Master Ning Wanshan was surrounded by eldest branch disciples, who asked after him with concern. He first bowed in gratitude before turning to his second elder brother and third sister. "Second Elder Brother, Third Sister, you didn't expect this, did you? I escaped so quickly."

This was the most confusing part for them. Even if they hadn’t seen it happen, Ning Wanshan had been restrained with magical energy when he was captured. It would be impossible for him to break free even in his prime, given the dozens of disciples patrolling and the complex array traps.

Could there have been a traitor among their ranks?

Both pondered this but couldn't investigate now. Ning Second sneered. "Seventh Brother, you have the nerve to show your face here."

"Second Elder Brother's words are strange," Ning Wanshan feigned surprise. "I never betrayed the family; why should I be ashamed?"

"Ha! You know what you did. Years ago, you went to the swamp. Did you see our ancestor? Why did our young master disappear without a trace for so long? You've been lying all these years, trying to stop others from going there. What do you want with our enemies? Did you betray our ancestors?"

Ning Second's words caused a commotion. He and the red-robed beauty had used this excuse to capture Seventh Elder Brother several days ago.

The eldest branch was skeptical about their ancestor’s fate, or they wouldn't have dared use such force against them.

But Ning Wanshan couldn’t reveal Lin Xuan’s involvement. However, times had changed. His weakness now became his strength.

He smirked, showing no fear. "I've said it before; I don't know where the young master is. But our ancestor gave strict orders to stay in seclusion and avoid disturbances."

"Rubbish," the red-robed beauty retorted. "Seventh Brother, do you think we're three-year-olds? We haven’t seen him for years, so anything goes."

"So, what do you want us to believe?" Ning Wanshan asked coolly.

The two hesitated but thought it was a psychological tactic.

"Believe me if the ancestor appears," Ning Second said calmly. The second and third branches had become allies in this fight.

"Right, only the ancestor can convince us."

"Hmph, he won't be able to. He’s probably allied with our enemies and killed our ancestor."

"Traitor! Draw his soul out here!"

"Exactly, let's use his head to honor our ancestors."

The second and third branches' disciples cheered, but the eldest branch looked uneasy.

Ning Wanshan showed no intention of defending himself, leaving everyone shocked. Was he seeking death?

The two attackers felt strange but more relieved. They wanted this over quickly.

"Quickly!"

Ning Second pointed his finger, and the ghost-head sword turned into a black beam, heading towards Ning Wanshan. The red-robed beauty didn't use her treasure but pointed at him as well.

Dark winds appeared, with several small ghost birds pecking down. They were small like sparrows but carried formidable spiritual pressure.

Both attacked with deadly intent, their higher levels of cultivation ensuring they left no room for mercy.

Their target had only one fate—death!

"Seventh Brother!"

The eldest branch disciples cried out in alarm as others tried to help, but Ning Second and his allies stopped them all.

As the attackers closed in, Ning Wanshan showed no intention of defending himself, leaving everyone puzzled. Was he courting death?

Even the two attackers felt strange but more relieved. They wanted this over quickly.

Suddenly, from above, two black beams shot down at incredible speed, intercepting the flying knife and swallowing several ghost birds.

Ning Second and his beauty were startled by the sudden turn of events. Both had the same thought: This guy had allies who helped him escape.

"Who dares interfere in our Ning family's affairs!" Ning Second roared. But before he finished, a terrifying spiritual pressure descended from above.

His body trembled as if weighed down by thousands of pounds. He hastily summoned his magical energy to alleviate this feeling.

Looking up, the red-robed beauty’s face was pale too, suffering similarly.

Worse still, several disciples in the ancestral hall were sprawled on the ground, with only a few condensation period cultivators managing to suppress their discomfort.

This sensation...

This power!

Could it be an old monster of the Inner Core stage?

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