"Big Brother, you called us here because of the Blood God Clan, didn't you?"
"Those bastards who kick people when they're down!"
"Does being the Western Heaven Battle Emperor's dogs really have them so addicted?"
Inside the Main Hall of the Luo God Clan.
An old man with white hair and a short beard, whose aura was around that of a Ninth Grade Supreme, spoke indignantly.
If Luo Tianshen's seat, facing the hall entrance, were taken as the dividing line.
The hall could be split into two symmetrical halves.
One side was the left.
The other was the right.
The white-haired, short-bearded elder who had just angrily denounced the Blood God Clan sat at Luo Tianshen's lower left. Strictly speaking, he occupied the first seat at Luo Tianshen's lower left. Opposite him sat another Ninth Grade Supreme. He looked relatively young, though a tuft of gray hair stood out amid his silver hair. Thus, his youth was only relative. At first glance, he appeared to be in his fifties, nearly sixty. By a Supreme's lifespan, he too was an elderly Supreme.
Behind these two Ninth Grade Supreme elders seated first at Luo Tianshen's left and right—or rather, further down from them—were dozens more tables and over a hundred chairs, arranged with two chairs per table. Yet not every chair was occupied.
Judging by the tables.
Some tables had two Supreme-level elders seated around them.
Other tables had only one Supreme-level elder holding down a corner.
But without exception, they were all Supremes.
In other words.
Even the Luo God Clan, which had declined to its current state.
Could still muster nearly a hundred Supreme-level experts.
They were arranged from front to back according to strength and authority.
Thus, beneath these two Supreme elders were not directly Eighth Grade Supremes. Instead,