Could you explain what you mean by "clearing the place out"?

Wang Mazi's voice rang out before the city gates, neither loud nor soft.

Dark clouds pressed down on the sky.

Lightning flickered faintly through them, a phenomenon caused by the Strange Dragons mobilizing together. Their immense pressure enveloped almost all of Jiangbei. Humans were inherently frail; faced with the Strange Entity Clan's strongest war machines, the Strange Dragons, even the lord of a fourth-level continent would instinctively feel a trace of fear rising from the depths of his soul.

No one spoke.

The atmosphere was solemn and grave.

The Mortal Domain members guarding the gates all wore matching Mortal Domain uniforms. They stood straight and expressionless, all the same height, all with sharply defined features. Every one of them had been selected from the War Pavilion.

The next moment—

A small door suddenly swung open on the side of the Dragon Chariot.

Chen Fan stepped out and stood atop the Dragon Chariot, looking down at everyone.

Behind him towered the nearly hundred-meter-tall Dragon Chariot. Before him lay nine Strange Dragons, their heads bowed in submission.

He simply regarded everyone with an impassive gaze.

"Forget it."

The lord of Northbound Continent suddenly gave a bitter chuckle, not daring to meet Chen Fan's eyes. Jiangbei's scenery was quite nice. Staying here from now on would be fine. The ultimate outcome of today's conference was all but certain: imprisonment.

Once the Mortal Domain had swallowed up all their continents' resources and their Jade Seals stopped working, whether they lived or died would depend on its mood.

This was a banquet with murder on the menu.

And it was one they could not refuse.

Yet just then—

Steps extended from the Dragon Chariot's platform, one after another, all the way to the ground.

Chen Fan walked down them to the crowd, then suddenly smiled.