The Blood God Clan had vanished.
All that remained was an enormous, palm-shaped abyss of unfathomable depth.
At the bottom of the abyss lay pure darkness, radiating an aura of destruction and deathly stillness that could freeze the soul.
One palm strike.
Just one palm strike.
The Blood God Clan, which had dominated the Lesser Western Heaven Realm for tens of thousands of years, with an Upper Earth Sovereign presiding over it, a formidable Clan Protection Array, and countless elite legions...
Had been wiped from existence.
Only a handful of scattered clansmen at the fringes, or those who had yet to return from their travels, escaped by sheer luck. But they were already frightened out of their wits, fleeing desperately away from the sacred grounds, never daring to call themselves members of the Blood God Clan again.
Mu Chen stood suspended above the abyss, his black robes stirring gently in the deathly still breeze.
He raised his eyes and looked toward two other directions in the Lesser Western Heaven Realm.
There lay the sacred grounds of the Strength God Clan and the Bone God Clan.
With a slight movement of his mind, a calm warning imbued with supreme majesty ignored the distance between them and descended over the sacred grounds of the Strength God Clan and the Bone God Clan.
"The Blood God Clan has been destroyed."
"Behave yourselves, and your lineages may survive."
"If you dare lay so much as a finger on the Luo God Clan..."
"You will share the Blood God Clan's fate!"
"However, though you may escape death, you cannot escape punishment."
"Five hundred million drops of Supreme Spirit Liquid from each clan."
"Deliver them here within three days."
At that same moment, both divine clans plunged into deathly silence and panic.
All their senior leaders