Quotas?
Hearing Hun Ruoruo's words, everyone present finally snapped out of their daze, and their gazes toward the Ancient Clan members carried a hint of unease.
The Spirit Clan member's sudden self-destruction had been too bizarre and horrifying. They had nearly forgotten that the only person who had foreseen the other party's appearance was this unfathomable Young Master of the Soul Clan.
Could it be that the Spirit Clan and Soul Clan had secretly joined forces against the Ancient Clan?!
At that thought, everyone's expressions immediately turned unsettled.
For all this time, the Ancient Clan had regarded itself as the foremost of the Eight Clans. Though the other clans had remained wary of them, compared to the Soul Clan, the Ancient Clan's ambitions had indeed never seemed overly expansive.
Yet ever since this Coming-of-Age Ceremony began, the Ancient Clan's actions had repeatedly shattered everyone's understanding—
Not only had they unilaterally torn up the Xiao-Ancient Alliance, they had also suppressed Xiao Yan in every possible way for seeking cooperation with the Soul Clan. Even the Spirit Clan, which had yet to participate, had been stripped of its Heavenly Tomb quota early on, which was then naturally distributed among their own clansmen.
These matters appeared unrelated, but when they happened one after another, it was impossible not to grow suspicious.
The Ancient Clan had developed far too quickly.
Ever since occupying the Xiao Realm, the Ancient Clan's power had soared like a rocket, developing beyond all control. Even the Saint Stage experts within their clan, bolstered by the Ancient Clan's divine abilities, had reached a terrifying total of one hundred and eight!
Take Saint Tong Xuan, for example. Relying on an Ancient Clan divine ability nurtured for a thousand years, he could easily suppress Mang Tianchi, who was also a Half-Saint. His