In the vast main hall, only the sound of the great carp slapping against the floor remained.
A Fifth Realm Great Demon King was virtually invincible below the Emperor Realm, a mighty presence in any race of the Myriad Worlds. Yet a single sentence from Fang Yun had turned him into a fish.
All the Water Race members present knew that the legendary Literary Star Dragon Noble was powerful, and the title of special envoy of the Grand Censorate sounded formidable too. But the Dragon Race had been in decline for years. In their eyes, Fang Yun possessed, at most, an empty title. They had never believed he wielded much power.
But the stripping of a bloodline before their very eyes shook them to the core.
Such a punishment existed only in legends. Only the mighty Sages of the Dragon Race possessed this power. Even a True Dragon, before attaining Saint Enfeoffment, could not strip a Fifth Realm Great Demon King of his bloodline.
Zhang Lang stared at the great carp, nearly scared out of his mind. Thank goodness I had no backbone and threw in my lot with the Literary Star Dragon Noble early. Otherwise, I might well have become an octopus on someone's dinner table.
The water demons behind Zhang Lang, who had been among the first to submit to Fang Yun, also trembled.
Fang Yun swept his gaze over the Water Race members, silent as cicadas in the cold, and nodded in satisfaction. "The chief culprit has been punished. Any remaining traitors willing to surrender may receive lighter punishment. Otherwise, your fate will be the same as Jiao Hu's. I will count to ten. Those who refuse to abandon darkness for the light will suffer the ultimate penalty! One, two, three..."
Fang Yun counted slowly, and one