The Hidden Dragon Clan and the Heaven-Swallowing Clan—of the three clans in Mingli Land, two had now appeared, and both were targeting him.
Chen Changan did not waste any words. He directly took the life of the Holy Lord of All-Heaven Sacred Land.
This scene made the people from the other sacred lands swallow nervously, terrified that Chen Changan would turn his butcher's blade toward them next.
Yet some people curiously asked, what were the Hidden Dragon Clan and the Heaven-Swallowing Clan?
How did the Heaven-Swallowing Clan have the authority to order All-Heaven Sacred Land around? Wasn't All-Heaven Sacred Land the strongest?
"Have you heard of this Hidden Dragon Clan or Heaven-Swallowing Clan?"
"No, never heard of them."
"Why do they feel like even more terrifying existences? And they seem to be targeting Southern Bright Sacred Land?"
"They probably aren't targeting Southern Bright Sacred Land, but that man."
"What kind of existence is he, to possess such terrifying strength?"
"Perhaps it is precisely because his strength is so terrifying that they are targeting him. Are they afraid his existence will shake their status in Mingli Land?"
"But if they cared about their status, why had no one ever heard of them?"
"Ah, who knows? Suddenly, I feel like I don't understand Mingli Land at all, despite having lived here for so many years."
"Stop talking. That god of slaughter is looking this way."
At those words, everyone fell silent in an instant, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.
They watched Chen Changan nervously, none of them knowing what he intended to do next.
"Everyone, Southern Bright Sacred Land shall sit firmly as the head of the Ten Great Sacred Lands. You have no objections, right?"
Upon hearing Chen Changan's words, everyone hurriedly shook their heads.
Objections?
What a joke.