The low roar of Ling Wudeng echoed in everyone's ears.
He didn't open his mouth; it was like a growl emanating from his throat, similar to the sound a captive beast would make.
Intimidation!
Fear!
Solemn!
Ling Wudeng's eyes were full of murderous light, glaring viciously ahead.
As if the ones before him weren't the Clan Leaders of the Ancient Clan.
But lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
They were prey!
Instantly, the atmosphere atop Changliu Mountain became exceedingly heavy and tense.
Everyone stopped in place, stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Dongmen Buju.
"Clan Leader Dongmen! What does this mean?"
Yun Buwen, the Clan Leader of the Yu Clan, stepped forward, his white robe gently billowing in the wind, seeming calm yet his hands were slightly trembling.
Pointing at the obstructing Ling Wudeng, he angrily questioned.
"What is going on?"
Dongmen Buju replied leisurely, still seated on the chair, casting a glance at the collapsed Hong Chuyuan.
