Li Xuanji stood at the center of that vastness like an ancient black hole, white robes making him seem immortal. He looked coldly at the He Clan's two remaining aged Supremes and began loudly reading out their crimes:
"He Huagu, He Huabai, you monopolized the He Clan and enjoyed the support of the entire clan, yet occupied your posts while consuming your salaries, murdering countless outstanding descendants and causing the He Clan to decline day by day. And now, you even allow wizards to choose people at will, sending clan descendants away to become talent for sorcery!"
"You lack the strength to support the clan and the virtue to deserve your positions. You deserve death!"
At this moment, He Jiang, He Qing, and the other abandoned children who had crossed the river with them had long been shaken by the majestic, boundless bearing of the "Abandoned Master."
Hearing this righteous judgment, the hundred-odd ragged abandoned sons and daughters, who had long endured enough, had their blood boiling and their vicious aura surging. They stretched their necks, faces flushed, and shouted at the top of their lungs.
"He Huagu! He Huabai! You deserve death!"
"The He Clan direct lineage deserves death!"
The howls rose in spirals, drawing ominous dark clouds over the He Clan's ancestral city for a time, heralding the arrival of some great upheaval and great transformation.
The nearly thousand He Clan direct-lineage disciples standing at the city gate and atop the walls listened to the waves of killing cries, then looked at the baleful clouds overhead. One after another, they trembled like sieves, their faces pale with terror.
"He Xuanji, you abandoned children have rebelled against heaven and intend to devour the direct lineage in turn. You may be fierce for a moment, but aren't you afraid that