Silence! The entire gathering was deathly silent!
Despite the many disciples present, the place was like a graveyard, not the slightest sound escaping them.
This time, they had indeed seen Chen Mu lift a "hand."
Another instant kill!
And the victim was a Desolate Heaven Ancestor, thousands or even tens of thousands of times stronger than their prodigy disciples.
For a moment, they could barely tell whether their own ancestors were too weak or Chen Mu's strength was simply too monstrous.
Every strike meant an instant kill. How were they supposed to confront such a formidable enemy?
Meanwhile.
Of the six ancestors who served as the clan's hidden reserves, three had already fallen.
How could Qin Hao, the clan head, sit still?
He had thought this was a trivial matter, never imagining it would escalate this far.
He had to step forward and mediate!
Otherwise, if the other party kept slaughtering them like this, Desolate Heaven would sooner or later head down the road to destruction.
Yet when Qin Hao arrived and saw Chen Mu's and Ye Qingcheng's faces clearly, his heart jolted. "It's them?!"
"What? You know them?" Qin Wudi appeared calm, but a careful listener could easily hear the tremor in his voice.
"Ancestor, these two are from the Lower Realm, from the Tianyuan Holy Land in Great Cang's Southern Region," Qin Hao answered truthfully.
His words were a stone that stirred a thousand waves, sending an uproar through the disciples.
"What! They're actually from the Lower Realm?"
"Don't the rumors say the Lower Realm has scarce Spiritual Qi and cultivation resources, a place where even birds won't shit? How could it have experts like these?"
"Could we have been deceived? Is this a conspiracy by the people of the Lower Realm?"
"With strength like that, you call