Shan Qianchong laughed heartily and simply uttered, "Good."
These eight old fellows were just like him, with only decades of lifespan left. There was no hope of reaching the Nascent Soul Realm, nor would they be confined within the Dao Endowment.
So why not simply embrace death and exert their last bit of usefulness before dying?
They did so, and the Moon Clan did likewise.
Whenever a mighty Moon Clan member approached death, they would launch a sudden attack on Chang'an City, often taking tens or even hundreds of lives with them. The self-destruction of a Golden Core Realm powerhouse had enough force to destroy half a city, akin to a nuclear bomb. In some ways, it was even stronger. After all, a Cultivator could intercept a nuclear bomb, but they could not stop the self-destruction of a Golden Core.
Still, there was one more thing for Shan Qianchong to do before going to the Moon: eliminate the traitors.
