811: C811 Welcome Back Ancestor

C811 Welcome Back Ancestor

chapter 811. Welcome back, old Ancestor.

The nine guards dressed in samurai's attire walked into the Dongfang family's courtyard with murderous expressions on their faces.

"Dongfang Chengye, where's Rabbit who killed my brother?"

One of the samurai's eyes shot out a cold light as he stared at Dongfang Chengye and asked.

When he saw Dongfang Chengye's expression, he couldn't help but be stunned. Something wasn't right. Shouldn't he be shivering in fear? Why did he look so excited?

Looking at the surrounding juniors, their faces also revealed expressions of pleasant surprise. Moreover, they all looked behind him.

He strangely turned his head to look.

He saw an old man and a young man calmly walk in.

As for those Black Subordinate, he was as motionless as a wooden chicken, as if he hadn't seen the two of them.

Dongfang Zhaoyang wanted to look at them for a while longer, but when he scanned the courtyard with his Divine Sense, he sighed helplessly in his heart.

The cultivation of these juniors was really too weak. The highest cultivation level was only Intermediate War Emperor.

Judging from the bones, this junior was probably around sixty years old.

One should know that he had reached the Advanced Battle-Emperor realm at the age of fifteen, and at the age of sixty, he was already a three-star Combat Venerable.

But his descendants...

Dongfang Zhaoyang felt a little sad and resentful, as if he had failed to meet his expectations. Why isn't there anyone like me, who is just a bunch of trash?

He knew that if he continued watching, it would only be a waste. Sooner or later, he would have to save them as well.

Thus, he lifted his foot and took a step forward. When his foot landed, the Black guards wanted to stop him.

However, they realized that they could not speak, nor could they move. They could only watch in horror as they walked in.

"Who are you? We are brothers who are currently handling matters. Outsiders are not allowed to approach us, or we will kill you without mercy. "

Zhang Xing dug his ears. Why did this line come again?

However, he did not say anything. The main character today was Zhaoyang elder brother. He only cared about watching.

Dongfang Zhaoyang didn't even glance at samurai who was talking.

With his hands behind his back, he walked past the nine samurai and arrived in front of Dongfang Chengye and the others.

The nine samurai could not feel a trace of... Aura from Old Man.

That's right, it was as if the opponent did not exist, if they did not see it with their own eyes.

Their eyes unconsciously followed Old Man's movements. They couldn't even think of fighting.

It was as if their souls were being controlled.

They even had the thought of kneeling down and crying, confessing their sins to Old Man for the rest of their lives.

They wanted to kneel down, but their bodies refused to listen to their commands.

The clansmen led by Dongfang Chengye fell to their knees with a puff.

At this moment, Zhang Xing had already stood to the side. He couldn't accept such a huge gift.1

Dongfang Chengye had never seen Old Man before, but he knew that Old Man was the one who had merged his bones and blood.

In order not to implicate the younger generation, his grandmother didn't leave them a portrait of the old ancestor.

As for the other brothers and sisters, their children and juniors, they could also feel the Aura of the blood and bone from the old ancestor.

"The fourth generation descendant of the Dongfang family, Dongfang Chengye leads all of the younger generation to pay respects to the old ancestor!"

"The fifth generation descendant pays respect to the old ancestor!"

"The sixth generation descendant greets the old ancestor!"

Dongfang Chengye looked at him respectfully, but his voice was filled with excitement, and it began to tremble.

The other juniors revealed even more excitement.

Dongfang Zhaoyang had seen everyone's faces, especially those of the younger generation. He had seen them more carefully.

However, he shook his head in disappointment. None of them looked like Xiao Rou.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed. The younger generation had already reached the sixth generation.

However, xiao Rou had long since left this world.

If only you were still alive. If we were to reunite at this moment, we wouldn't have any regrets even if we were to die immediately.

"Hey! All of you, get up!"

Dongfang Zhaoyang did not feel too happy in his heart. He only felt that the descendants in front of him were very unfamiliar.

This was also human nature. There would be more strangers between family members every generation, not to mention the fact that the closest three generations were no longer alive.

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