If he had not reacted quickly and discovered that everyone intended to sacrifice away his position as High Priest, he would probably already have been stripped of his control and fallen from the clouds into the dirt.
There was no turning back once the bowstring had been drawn. He had no other choice now. Once his control was stripped away, he would surely die!
Rather than that, he might as well go all the way, slaughter every dissenter, and seize control of the situation through iron-blooded methods!
Although the clansmen had always lived harmoniously, iron-blooded policies were not without precedent. More than a million years ago, an ancestor had used the High Priest's power to stabilize the situation and force everyone into submission.
Though afterward, that ancestor had ultimately met a miserable end. After all, he had suppressed the entire clan for a full hundred years.
A hundred years was enough to accomplish many things.
At the very least, during that time, he could find a way to turn the situation around and win more supporters.
So... he could only rely on force to destroy the opposition and turn Sword Spirit Valley into a place where his word alone was law!
"Run!"
He had not expected the High Priest to react so swiftly and directly interrupt their ritual. Lu Beihuang's expression changed, and he turned to flee.
There was no other choice but to run. Let alone him, even if the Second Priest came, facing a High Priest who possessed sixty percent control, he could only perish on the spot with bitterness in his heart.
"Do you think you can escape?"
With a cold snort, the longsword before the High Priest cleaved down once more.
He would cut through the tangled mess with a swift blade. Having done the first