Inside the Imperial Grand Hall of the Kuiniu Clan, numerous formidable figures exuding terrifying auras stood quietly.
Among them.
One of the powerful figures stepped forward and clasped his fists.
"Your Majesty, our sect within the Eternal Ancient Continent has been attacked by the subordinate races of the Zhongshan Clan, and they are currently requesting assistance. May I ask how our clan should act now?"
As the words fell.
The Kui Emperor, shrouded in dense Power of Faith and emanating a dreadful aura that suppresses the void, responded indifferently.
"If the Zhongshan Clan were to personally make a move, they might pose some threat to our Kuiniu Clan. But as for mere subordinate races, there's no need to pay them much attention; dispatch some God Realm experts to suppress the situation, and that will suffice."
In his eyes.
The subordinate races of the Zhongshan Clan were not worthy of his concern.
As a former clan.
