Before Hun Miesheng could finish speaking, the Stone Clan Leader, who had remained silent until now, could no longer hold back and immediately burst into furious curses.
As the Stone Clan Leader's bloodshot roar echoed through the hall, the aura of a peak Six-star Dou Sheng instantly locked onto Hun Miesheng, who stood in the center of the hall.
"..."
Everyone in the hall exchanged glances, looking at one another in silence, yet none of them said a word.
After all, everyone could understand the Stone Clan Leader's fury.
If Gu Yuan had not intervened back then, the Stone Clan would likely have been unable to escape this calamity. A million clansmen would have been wiped out, and a bloodline passed down for ten thousand years would have become someone else's wedding dress. For the Eight Clans, forces that had once produced Dou Di experts, that would have been the most tragic possible ending.
No one could accept such an outcome.
The Stone Clan Leader's emotions spread through the hall, and the Gu Clan Elders, who had become somewhat hesitant because of Gu Yuan's attitude, furrowed their brows tightly.
Hun Miesheng had clearly expected this situation long ago.
The Clan Leader's order to him had been simple: make the Eight Clans agree to cooperate, no matter the method.
The other five clans' loathing for the Hun Clan had long been out in the open. Hun Miesheng did not expect that a few words from him would make them set aside their hatred of the Hun Clan.
Could bowing his head twice possibly do the trick?
Forget it.
Besides, the authority to decide did not lie with these lackeys in the first place.
A trace of cold sweat ran down Hun Miesheng's forehead. Even so, the Stone Clan Leader was still