The members of the Defense Clan and Strength Clan all turned deathly pale.
Was Little Jiu settling scores after the fact? He had even killed two gods. Crushing them would be as easy as crushing ants.
At that moment, Bai He and the others broke out in a cold sweat. His eyes were full of terror, and his old face kept twitching.
Tang San could hardly bear to watch. Bai He was, after all, his great-uncle, Tang Hao's mother's elder brother. Tang San was about to step forward and tell Little Jiu that each person should bear responsibility for their own actions.
But before he could speak, his body stiffened.
Because Bai He suddenly pulled Bai Chenxiang out from behind him and pushed her toward Little Jiu, his face breaking into a fawning smile. "Your Majesty the Pope, my granddaughter has admired you for a long time. Why don't you take her?"
Bai Chenxiang bit her red lips and said nothing. She knew now was not the time to argue with her grandfather. Little Jiu, that terrifying man standing before them, held the lives and deaths of the Strength Clan in his hands.
She stood timidly beside Little Jiu, neither trying to please him nor resisting him.
Niu Gao of the Defense Clan was at a complete loss. He did not have a granddaughter.
Then his eyes darted, and he cried out, "You are the sect master of our Clear Sky Sect!"
Then he led all the clan disciples in a formal bow. "The Clear Sky Sect's affiliated family, the Defense Clan, pays respects to Sect Master Little Jiu!"
At that moment, Tang San's face darkened so much it looked ready to drip blood. He had never experienced such utter betrayal and abandonment.
Little Jiu said calmly, "Tell me, if