Dongfang Hengtai was completely stunned, unable to say a word. Chu Mo was so straightforward, utterly unafraid of the collective retaliation of all the ancient clans. With words spoken so decisively, even Dongfang Hengtai, who had roamed the world for countless ages, was left speechless. In the end, he could only mutter bitterly, "I hope you can do as you say and not regret it one day!"
Chu Mo ignored him entirely this time.
In the ruins of the Chu Clan royal heritage, the terrifying arrays were still operating, and the cultivators within had already fallen by eighty percent, with the remaining ones barely holding on. Even though they were protected by powerful dharma instruments, under the fearsome arrays, they were still struggling to escape disaster.
At this moment, those still alive watched as the second flagpole was erected from the ruins of the royal heritage. Then, a head was directly hung upon it.
