Chapter 1000 - Arguments (2/2)

His response made Tang Xiu narrow his eyes. He let out a vaguely smiling expression and immediately floated upward, flying towards the Dark Shaman Clan lightning-fast.

Inside the ancestral hall, Singtuo held back his killing aura while his eyes kept sweeping to the gate of the ancestral hall. He had been waiting for the news of Singshou’s return. As long as Singshou was able to keep out the enemy at the gate, this issue would naturally be solved. But if he couldn’t stop them and were even defeated, that would mean that the battle between the clan and the other party was inevitable.

Whoosh…

A figure flickered and instantly bolted into the interior of the ancestral hall. It was the captain of the 13 Shaman Guardians, looking pale and reporting with a bitter face as he came in front of Singtuo, “Singshou was killed, Patriarch. We can’t stop them; they started the slaughter when they came. They’ll be here soon.”

Singtuo’s complexion enormously changed, a look of disbelief evident on his face. He even doubted his ears.

‘Singshou just died? How can this be?’

‘Even father vouched that the present Singshou is very formidable and that he’s comparable to me, didn’t he? But how could he be killed by the enemy?’

Singtuo glared at the Shaman Guardian captain and densely shouted, “What rubbish are you talking about? I know very well of Singshou’s power! I’m not even necessarily his match now, and yet you’ve just told me that the enemy killed him? Tell me clearly, what the hell happened out there?”

“This subordinate speaks the truth, Patriarch. Singshou has been killed by the enemy. But it was because of the despicable move from the enemy. Originally, Singshou fought with an enemy who’s equal in strength with him, but an assassin suddenly appeared and sneakily struck him, leading to his death.”

The white-haired old man looked Singtuo with disbelief, “What did you just say though, Patriarch? You said that Singshou was much stronger than you? But how is that even possible? You’re the first expert of our clan!”

“He’s right. Singshou was indeed more powerful than present-day Singtuo. If Singshou had a few more years, even I wouldn’t be able to defeat him, which means that our enemy this time is very powerful.” An old man suddenly emerged out of thin air and interjected in a heavy voice.

“You are…”

“The old Patriarch!!!”

“Oh God! Are my eyes deceiving me? Didn’t the previous Patriarch pass away a decade ago? But he… H-how come he’s back to life again?”

“You’re right. It’s the old Patriarch. What the hell is going on here?”

“…”

Several high-level clansmen of the Dark Shaman Clan couldn’t help but exclaim in shock. Two of them even ran in front of the old man, wanting to confirm that they were not hallucinating.

“I know that you all will be confused due to my appearance here,” said the old man faintly. “I can only tell you that I didn’t die a decade ago. I didn’t want to manage all the minor affairs in the clan anymore, so I faked my death and have been cultivating in seclusion since. I wouldn’t have appeared before you all if it weren’t for this crisis that can possibly lead to our clan’s demise.”

The white-haired old man excitedly said, “You’re still alive, old Patriarch! That’s great. I’m sure that we can defeat the enemy under your leadership no matter how powerful they are.”

“Tsk, tsk. Bragging so early, huh?”

Tang Xiu’s figure appeared outside the ancestral hall as he glanced over at the dozens of top-level clansmen inside with a look of contempt.

However, Singluen, who followed behind him, was instantly petrified upon seeing the old man’s face. If it wasn’t for Tang Xiu who poked him, he would’ve stood in a daze for a very long time.

“What’s the matter?” asked Tang Xiu in a whisper.

Although Singluen had sobered up from his shock, fear had already swallowed his heart. He had calculated literally everything, but he ruled out the possibility that the previous patriarch, his own grandfather, was still alive. More so that judging from his aura, the old man seemed to be even more powerful than a decade ago.

Had he known that his grandfather was still alive, he wouldn’t have dared to collude with Tang Xiu, nor would he had dared to covet the patriarchal seat, even if he obtained 10,000x more courage.

“Uh, i-its… h-he’s my grandfather.” Singluen’s voice was shivering a bit while looking at Tang Xiu with a bitter expression.

“Is he very powerful or something?” asked Tang Xiu.

“He was already the first expert of the Dark Shaman Clan decades ago. His power became more unfathomable more than a decade ago. With him becoming so strong, the clansmen originally thought that the clan would become more and more powerful and that it wouldn’t take long for us to catch up with the Celestial Wizard Clan. Every one of us never expected that he would just suddenly pass away; none have seen him since. It turns out… he… he faked his own death.”

“Heh, no matter how strong he is, he’s still weaker than me!” sneered Tang Xiu. “Well, the previous measure I prepared before was truly a wise move. Otherwise, we would’ve ended up paying a very painful price, even if it can finally help you sit on the Dark Shaman Clan’s patriarch seat.”

Singluen’s face shifted and he hurriedly asked, “What arrangement did you prepare, Mr. Tang? Can you really help me to be the Dark Shaman Clan’s patriarch even though my grandfather is still alive?”