The overwhelming pressure of submission seemed to crush even the stench of blood permeating the ruins.
The Zhuo Family cowered behind Chu Xuan. Watching Hua Anni stand like a blood-drenched queen amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, surrounded by tens of thousands of cultivators whose True Qi surged toward the heavens, the Zhuo family members turned deathly pale. Zhuoya’s fingers were trembling as she gripped the corner of Chu Xuan’s shirt, and the veins on Zhuo Feifan’s clenched fists bulged.
They had underestimated the depth of Hua Anni’s influence; they never expected that a single signal flare could summon so many hidden, top-tier factions.
Chapter 164