After learning Xu Changqing's name and identity, the last scraps of resistance in these people's hearts vanished into thin air.
The Great Dao Venerable's eighth personal disciple.
The Jade Balance Star Lord.
The heir of the Creation Dao.
Any one of those three titles, let alone all three, was enough to crush not only these Aristocratic Clans and sects of the Azure Dragon Eastern Continent, but even every force in the entire Four Directions Star Region if they were bound together.
They would still be nothing more than a swarm of ants trying to shake an elephant.
After Sect Master Mo retreated to the side, he did not say another word.
The Mu Lineage lowered their heads, each of them too terrified to even breathe loudly.
The Zheng Lineage's patriarch looked ashen.
As for the patriarch of that small household, he was still sprawled limply on the bluestone road.
Xu Changqing swept his gaze over the crowd before his eyes settled on the people from that small household.
From beginning to end, they had not dared say a single word.
They were afraid—terrified beyond measure.
Their patriarch had fainted, while the remaining clansmen stood there trembling like leaves.
To be honest, they had suffered an undeserved calamity, dragged into this mess for no reason at all.
"What are you still standing here for?"
Xu Changqing suddenly waved at them. "Since the person directly involved is already dead, this matter has nothing to do with you anymore.
Hurry back. Don't stand here and be an eyesore."
At those words, the people from the small household were first stunned, then felt as though they had been granted a great pardon.
Their patriarch, who had supposedly fainted, instantly opened his eyes.
"Thank you, Senior!"
"Farewell, Senior!"
"Go... hurry and go!"
They bowed to