After killing numerous Heavenly Sovereigns in a single move, Lu Yunxiao calmly withdrew his right hand.
Anyone who dared provoke the Divine Domain, anyone who dared swagger about within it, had long been destined for such an end.
His decision not to wipe out the Ancient Futu Clan was already out of consideration for Qing Yanjing.
But he would not spare certain people who deserved to die.
It was foreseeable that without their Heavenly Sovereigns, most of those from the Xuan Vein and Mo Vein would fade into obscurity.
In the future, the Qing Vein would likely hold the deciding voice in the Ancient Futu Clan.
But did that matter?
Lu Yunxiao glanced at the three lone Qing Vein Heavenly Sovereigns in the arena and curled his lips.
With only three Heavenly Sovereigns, the Ancient Futu Clan's days ahead would likely not be easy.
Back when the Ancient Futu Clan had been powerful, who knew how many enemies they had offended?
When the Ancient Futu Clan was flourishing, they naturally feared nothing.
But now, they only had three Heavenly Sovereigns, with the strongest merely at the initial stage of Immortal-grade Heavenly Sovereign.
And he was an old man whose vitality and blood were already gradually declining.
Did such an Ancient Futu Clan still deserve to occupy so much territory and so many resources?
One could imagine that the moment he left this place, actions against the Ancient Futu Clan would immediately begin.
Unless he was willing to lend them a hand and protect the Ancient Futu Clan.
But was that possible?
He could not be bothered with such bullshit.
Whatever happened to the Ancient Futu Clan had nothing to do with him.
The fact that he had spared their clan from annihilation was already something they should be thanking their