While Gu Fan lounged on a high rooftop, still wiping tears of laughter from his eyes after watching Gu Bao get turned into a bloody, shit-covered pancake, a much larger catastrophe was already tearing Poison Valley Town apart.
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Patriarch Song Tianming rushed through the Song Clan estate, his Spiritual Qi whipping his robes around as he stood at the edge of what used to be his pride and joy, staring in shock at the smoking, completely obliterated ruins of his premium weapon armory.
The Song Clan's premium weapon armory, the warehouse that had held enough high-tier swords, shields, and forging powder to equip three minor sects was now a smoking, glowing crater of molten slag and shattered stone. The heat still rolled off it in waves. The air reeked of scorched metal and something sharply chemical.
A soot-covered elder stumbled out of the ruins, clutching a jagged chunk of glowing blue ice like it was a holy relic.
