The Lu family was massacred.
Everyone, regardless of age or gender, was killed.
Just like what happened at Azure Mountain back then.
Not a single survivor remained.
Nelson sat on the dragon chair meticulously crafted by Hume Rose, with his foot on a small stool made from Hume Rose's skull, expressionless.
In the grand hall, those qualified to represent their sects stood in a row.
Obediently listening.
Those who were not qualified became outside henchmen.
Even the ones guarding the gate were Great Grandmasters.
This almost unbelievable scene was all because of a blind man.
An expert who could summon storms and cause thunder and lightning with a wave of his hand.
Because of his presence, these martial artists could only comply.
Or you could say, they were held captive.
And the sects they represented, most could only support Nelson.
For a while, hundreds of sects came to congratulate, celebrating Nelson as the new master of the southeastern martial arts world.
