The middle-aged man rose to his feet, spreading his hands as though embracing the world, and shouted.
"Purge the heretics! The world belongs to the Chaos Cat Venerable!"
"Purge the heretics! The world belongs to the Chaos Cat Venerable!"
"Purge the heretics! The world belongs to the Chaos Cat Venerable!"
The black-robed figures continuously waved the torches in their hands and shouted along with him.
At the sight, the middle-aged man's lips curled into an imperceptible smile.
"Good. Since that is the case, everyone, follow this envoy and purge the heretics."
"Those two heretics are at the peak of the True Immortal realm. For this operation, all True Immortal cultivators shall mobilize. Those below True Immortal shall remain on Cat Island, guard our homeland, and listen at all times to the Dao resonance of the Chaos Cat Venerable."
"Yes."
"Good, depart!"
At the middle-aged man's command, figure after figure hurried out of the main hall, transforming into streaks of black light that vanished beyond the horizon.
In an instant, the once overcrowded hall was completely empty, save for the middle-aged man seated quietly upon the throne.
"Heh, so what if they're prodigies? Under my methods, don't they still obediently obey my commands in the end? They can't even retain their own will."
"Perfect. I was just running out of cultivation resources, and you delivered yourselves right to my doorstep. Even Heaven is helping me."
The middle-aged man murmured with a smile, his fingers continuously tapping the throne's armrest, looking utterly content.
With such a group of thugs at his disposal, there was no need for him to act personally in anything. He only needed to wait quietly.
If anything went wrong, he could flee at once. He could advance to attack or retreat to defend—now this was life.
"How much