The five Immortal Emperors and the Primordial Gods and Devils were relatively calm.
They were all veterans who had followed Ye Wudao all the way, and they understood his way of doing things very well.
Ye Wudao had never been bloodthirsty, but he was absolutely not softhearted either.
So long as someone violated the laws, no matter who they were, he would never let them off lightly.
What the Ye Family had done this time was indeed far too excessive.
It was only to be expected that Alliance Leader Ye would use the Ye Family as the knife, killing the chicken to warn the monkeys.
Just as everyone was discussing the matter heatedly, the main doors of the hall were pushed open from outside.
Everyone subconsciously fell silent and looked toward the entrance.
A middle-aged man in a blue robe strode inside.
His features were ordinary, his aura unremarkable, and there was not the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power around him.
Yet everyone knew that this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man was Alliance Leader Ye, Ye Wudao, who had been in seclusion for five hundred years.
Ye Yu followed behind him.
Ye Yu's expression was rather unsightly. He lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong.
Ye Wudao entered the hall, his gaze sweeping across the room.
Everyone subconsciously rose to their feet and bowed to Ye Wudao.
"Greetings, Alliance Leader Ye!"
Their voices were perfectly uniform, echoing through the hall.
Ye Wudao gave a slight nod, walked to the seat of honor at the round table, and sat down.
"Sit."
Only then did everyone dare sit down.
Seated in the place of honor, Ye Wudao lightly tapped his fingers against the tabletop without speaking immediately.
The hall was so quiet that a falling needle could be heard.