"All of you better behave yourselves!"
At the foot of Changliu Mountain.
A wild, arrogant roar shook the heavens and the earth.
A soldier-like figure, with a savage expression and gritted teeth, pointed a long sword at a row of people on the ground.
The sword's edge swept across each person's neck; a slight movement forward would pierce their throats.
A chilling sensation crept in, making one's scalp tingle.
The row squatting on the ground were the followers of various Clan Leaders.
These people were not killed, merely severed from their Divine Sense, unable to contact the Clan Leaders atop the mountain.
Dongmen Buju wasn't a fool.
If he truly killed everyone's followers, wouldn't it mean declaring war against everyone?
Although the power of the Heavenly Clan was extraordinary, facing the other eleven Ancient Clans simultaneously was no easy feat.
Yet, he needed to intimidate the Clan Leaders and gain rightful support in the matter of executing the Xuan Clan Leader.
