"All the remaining disciples in the sect will return home in seclusion, and they will not be allowed to enter the martial arts world."

"Thank you for meeting me all the way."

"After today, there will be no Tru Clan in the world, and there will be no Tru Clan master Tang Yun."

"The mountain is high and the road is far away. May you all have a bright future!"

Tang Yun's mournful voice resounded throughout Yunding Mountain.

At this moment, all the Trumen knelt down together.

Countless warriors burst into tears!

They knelt, they wailed.

The mournful cries gathered into a stream, shaking the whole world.

For people like Anderman, Truman is their home, where they live and work, and what they have fought for all their lives.

And now, overturned overnight!

The grief of being homeless cannot be expressed in words.

"Hmph, it's cheap for you!"

Gaia and the others snorted coldly, although they were unhappy.

But the matter has come to this point, they have no choice but to let these Truman remnants go home.

As for the God of War, Ye Qingtian, and the elder powers like King Foluo, watching this scene, they had complicated thoughts.

"Think about the glory of the three Trumen families back then?"

"At the peak, the top ten on the list are all from the Trumen!"

"They have ruled this martial arts world for nearly a thousand years"

"But who would have thought that the millennium dynasty would be destroyed in one day."

"It is estimated that the masters of the Tru Clan in the past would never have imagined that the number one sect in the world would be defeated by a young man in his twenties!"

A person does not have a thousand days to be happy, and a flower does not have a hundred days to be red.

No matter how powerful the sect is, it will eventually decline.

The wheels of history rolled by, and the great waves of the times finally wiped out the Trumen, a sect that has been passed down for thousands of years!

"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero."

"Success and failure turn right and wrong."

"Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns."

"White-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river, used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze."

"A jug of dirty wine is a happy meeting."

"How many things in ancient and modern times are all jokes." JrNovels.com