No one from the Breaking Clan understood why their clan leader was so alarmed, but they soon found out.
Yang Wudi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, strode quickly over to Little Jiu, and bowed.
"Yang Wudi, Clan Leader of the Breaking Clan, pays his respects to His Majesty the Pope of Myriad Beast Hall!"
At that moment, everyone from the Breaking Clan widened their eyes.
"What are you standing around for?" Yang Wudi roared, reminding the younger members of the clan. They immediately bowed one after another.
Their hearts were surging with excitement. This was the legendary Pope of Myriad Beast Hall—the battle maniac who had dared to fight a god!
The Breaking Clan had no particular notions of justice or evil when it came to Little Jiu. They simply thought he was formidable!
After all, they were all battle fanatics.
"Old Goat, what is it? Did Dragon Duke fail to persuade you, or do you still hold feelings for your old master and refuse to join Myriad Beast Hall?"
Little Jiu flicked his fingers and looked calmly at Yang Wudi.
"The Breaking Clan was once a subordinate clan of the Clear Sky Sect. But the Clear Sky Sect broke its promises and sealed its mountain gates, leaving us to suffer pursuit and suppression from Spirit Hall. My wife and my two sons all died in battle."
As Yang Wudi spoke, his eyes turned bloodshot, and his beard and hair bristled in fury.
"Our ancestral land, passed down for a thousand years, was destroyed. We were forced from our homeland and drifted here. Now, my clansmen are oppressed by Spirit Hall and the Empire's nobles. We cannot afford enough food or clothes. All of this was caused by the Clear Sky Sect! The Breaking Clan and