Man Clan!
The sneering Man King was in a terrible mood. What had happened in reality had veered nearly a mile away from what he had imagined.
As the head of the Man Clan, as a citizen of the Earth Clan, the Man King had never spared even a glance for nameless foreign races—or even lower-ranking figures with names. Yet for the first time in his life, he felt an incomparably intense killing intent toward the person who had appeared on the screen.
Three times. This Sword Tomb had sabotaged his plans three times in a row, and had even steered events in an utterly unacceptable direction.
That bastard!
The Man Clan's head, who had maintained his composure for thousands of years, shattered everything around him. His pounding heart boomed like thunder, veins bulging across his dignified face and making him look utterly ferocious.
It wasn't Nine Songs, but this fellow. The nerves of those people from the hierarchy, which had only just tightened, should be relaxing now.
If so, then after this, the Man Clan would likely be the only one left to push forward the plan of uprooting them all.
Moreover, given Nine Songs's situation, if anything truly happened to her, those above would certainly investigate all the way to the bottom and get to the truth.
If it came to that, those people would absolutely sell out the Man Clan without hesitation rather than help conceal the matter.
And clearly, the present-day Man Clan absolutely could not withstand that fury.
At this point, some might find it strange.
Why did the Man Clan have to take the lead? Why did they have to leave themselves no room whatsoever?
It was simple. In the beginning, the Man Clan had merely been a minor clan among the Earth Clan.