The same scene unfolded throughout the Source World.
In an instant, more than a dozen first-rate and super first-rate powerful clans all began to stir, and numerous masters hurried towards the direction of the Zhou Yi Dynasty.
The more formidable the fragments of the heavens, the harder they are to inherit, because without formidable talent, one simply cannot withstand them. With suitable candidates so hard to come by, naturally no one wants to miss out.
As the person involved, Zhang Xuan was unaware that he had caused such a commotion. At this moment, he was staring dumbfounded at the ruins around him, his face full of speechlessness.
These guys are really troublesome; if only they were half as reliable as himself...
While he was feeling sentimental, an angry wail rose, "My Liuli porcelain bowl, my jade incense burner, my glass cup... Pfft!"
Following the sound, an old man spat out a mouthful of blood and fell from the sky, planting his head on the ground.
"Hall Master..."