My Descendants Are My Power

Warren Daoist's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and he remained silent for a long time. A flash of anger crossed his eyes as he glanced at the Sky Hall behind him, his neck even stiffening. Clenching his teeth, his spirit left his body, flying towards the distance, his anger intensifying, before finally returning to his physical form.

He took a deep breath, his face visibly angry.

"Where's the sect leader?"

"In... in the great hall."

Upon learning that Daoist Wesley was in the great hall, a sharp look flashed in Warren Daoist's eyes as he transformed into a wisp of smoke.

When he reappeared, he was already in the spacious great hall.

There, on the steps, Daoist Wesley looked solemn, his right hand gripping the armrest of the sect leader's throne, his fist clenched as if grappling with a difficult issue.

Seeing Warren Daoist appear, Daoist Wesley's expression changed, and he quickly stood up to bow, "Disciple greets Master, congratulations on your emergence from seclusion, Marcus must have already been..."

But before he could finish,

Warren Daoist had already appeared in front of him.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound echoed in the hall, Daoist Wesley's hair disheveled, his originally straight head now slapped to one side by Warren Daoist, his eyes vacant. With a kick, Warren Daoist sent him crashing into a pillar, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Only then did Warren Daoist take his seat on the sect leader's throne, his gaze coldly fixed on Daoist Wesley as he struggled to his feet, "I was in seclusion for twenty-eight years, and this is what you've done."

"Disciple admits his fault."

Daoist Wesley quickly bowed again, "Disciple..."

Warren Daoist coldly said, "What else can you do? Your skill is manipulating your authority, keeping Marcus from leaving the sect for fifty years, and you specifically locked up that useless Felix for twenty years?"

"Disciple..."

"You think you're clever? Felix, imprisoned in the dungeon for twenty years, being the sneaky rat he is, will surely seek revenge. He will destroy the Blackwood family, your sinister plan."

Daoist Wesley looked at his angry master, finally gritting his teeth and lifting his head, "Master, wasn't it all for the sect? Marcus possesses a rare talent with the Nine Unique Fires, a prodigy, but I also know the Blackwoods, anyone of them puts family first! As long as Blackwood exists, Marcus will never truly belong to the Sky Sect!"

"Disciple also knows Felix, he's just a sneaky rat, always plotting from behind, nothing can be traced back to our Sky Sect. Then, Marcus, alone and without ties, would have his worldly connections severed."

"But, disciple didn't expect..."

Seeing the regret in Daoist Wesley's eyes, Warren Daoist understood.

Everything was for the sect, as the sect leader, dirty deeds done thoroughly, done to the extreme.

Warren Daoist sighed deeply, suddenly understanding his disciple's thoughts, but...

Unexpectedly, the Blackwoods had such strength, such determination.

This small family in Forest Town, after the death of the demon king, went mad, wanting to drag the entire Cloudview County down with them.

Daoist Wesley's decision was a mistake, it was already too late.

"How could there be such a family in the world."

When he heard the news from his disciple this year, even he was scared!

He had thought Marcus was a prodigy, but for the Blackwoods, Marcus's talent was probably just mediocre.

Nathan and his wife, coming from humble beginnings, had honed their skills to perfection over a hundred years. Nathan's martial arts were unparalleled, and it was said his skills were divine. Luna, with her fox spirit, had reached the mid-stage of skill development...

The four of the second generation of Blackwoods, each extraordinary, Sword King Lucas was the number one swordsman of Azure Cloud, born with a sword body. Amelia, known as the Saintess of Flora in Azure Cloud, her techniques unmatched in her realm. Julian was a genius in psychic power equipment and AI bionic robotics, crafting psychic automatons with boundless creativity.

News of Olivia also came through, single-handedly suppressing the entire Azure Cloud Pavilion, her literary skills manipulating the laws of nature and seasons, with a thunder tribulation approaching, if she could survive it, she would leap through the dragon gate, straight into Competence!

Even the younger George, had within a day at the Azure Cloud Martial Hall, slaughtered the prodigies of twenty-four counties, what an extraordinary talent?

Madman William, Beast King Larry, desperado Justin...

One name after another, almost too overwhelming to bear.

The Daoist of the Netherworld took a deep breath and suddenly said expressionlessly, "I have just used my soul to probe, and the Blackwoods are already on their way."

"Master!"

Daoist Wesley looked at the Netherworld Daoist, who seemed to have aged suddenly. Clenching his teeth, he said, "Marcus has not yet finished his retreat. As long as we kill all the Blackwoods, and let Marcus focus solely on his cultivation in the future, nothing will change. Moreover, masters from all major forces have already arrived.

The Blackwoods are arrogant and will bring about their own destruction!"

Before he could finish speaking.

Both the Netherworld Daoist and Daoist Wesley frowned.

Suddenly, a booming and murderous noise came from above the entire Sky Sect.

"Wesley, you old thief, come out!"

"Pay with your life!"

Following an unknown roar.

"Boom!"

Outside the great hall, dust and smoke rose, and two blurred figures smashed into the Sky Sect.

Elder Felix raised his hand.

"Netherworld Ancestor, save... save your disciple!"

The Daoist of the Ninth Abyss, WesleyDaoist, along with all the disciples of the Sky Sect, stood tall and proud.

They gazed bewilderedly at the silver coffin that had appeared outside the already activated magical formation.

Above the coffin, eerily empty of any person, stood the Cards at the forefront, looking so insignificant. Yet, the blood-stained 'B' on it was strikingly conspicuous in the silvery surroundings!

Above, like a spiderweb, an array of psychic equipment hung, from which dangled hundreds of flayed individuals.

Their eyes gouged out, the icy snow and cold wind mercilessly lashed against their exposed flesh, and no one dared to imagine the intense agony they were enduring.

Pieces of human skin were stitched together like sails by threads. Names were inscribed all over it, though nearly all had been slashed with sword marks. MVLeMpYr-official-text

Among them, the names Felix and Elizabeth were particularly noticeable, also crossed out, leaving only one name untouched—

Wesley Daoist!

Such a horrifying scene made some of the less experienced disciples of the Sky Sect tremble all over. Even the seasoned disciples shuddered at the sight.

They had never seen anyone dare to provoke the Sky Sect in such a manner!