Chapitre 36: 036 Found it

In the decaying temple, Jiao Shumo stared at the six men before him with a gaze filled with hatred, as if desiring nothing more than to drink their blood and flay their skin.

Before today, he had a happy and well-off family.

The Jiao family, in the town, was also a martial arts family. It had been passed down for more than two hundred years, with an ancestor who had once been a Third Rank martial artist. It was unclear why they had decided to settle in this small town.

By this generation, the Jiao family was mediocre at best, better off compared to others.

His father was of the sixth grade. Jiao Shumo himself was exceptionally gifted. Being only eighteen, he had already attained the seventh grade cultivation level. He was viewed as the hope for the family's rejuvenation.

Until last night, everything was gone.