"Preposterous, I'll go see them now and keep an eye on these people." Xue Xiaoqing's heart was burning with anxiety. He knew that he could no longer continue, so he hurriedly walked out.
"No need, we're already here." At this moment, a cold voice came from outside the door.
Xue Xiaoqing's heart sank, and he rushed out of the ancestral hall. Seeing the scene in front of him, Xue Xiaoqing staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Not far away, the majestic hall had been reduced to ruins, and the surrounding buildings were also on the verge of collapse. It would only take a gust of wind to collapse.
Dozens of Xue family disciples fell to the ground, wailing. They were clearly badly injured.