In the mortal world, the Imperial Clan was the undisputed, supreme overlord. Even the four great royal clans were only fit to carry their shoes.
The Imperial Clan often publicly declared they weren't the least bit afraid of the denizens of Yuning Mountain, but this was just talk. When truly facing the cultivators from Yuning Mountain's sects, almost everyone in the Imperial Clan, save for a few exceptions, couldn't help but feel a deep sense of dread. This was especially true when they faced core members like Shen Shaotian.
Setting aside his actual power, his identity alone was enough to suffocate them.
So much so that after having an arm severed and suffering grievous injuries, the leader didn't dare make a peep. He just bowed his head low, not even daring to meet Shen Shaotian's gaze. The men who had been jeering just moments before all shuffled backward, the hair on their bodies standing on end.
