Chapter 100

The Hu Clan’s residence had been reduced to ashes. Flames still burned, and thick black smoke shrouded the night sky. The quiet of the night was broken only by the crackling of wood and the faint rustling of a cold wind. This victory was a warning to all clans and sects who dared to oppose Zhi Hao. Zhi Hao stood atop a small hill not far from the ruins. From there, he observed the remains of the Hu Clan’s former glory, now a mere memory. The glow of the fire reflected in his sharp, cold eyes. Beside him, the Four Black stood upright, their bodies covered in the dust of battle, their faces filled with satisfaction.