Dongmen Buju appeared spirited, with his hands behind his back, chin slightly raised, and eyes filled with disdain and contempt. With an expression as if looking down on the world, he leisurely walked through the middle of the crowd.
He immensely enjoyed such treatment.
The gazes from the clan leaders towards him were as if they were looking at a heavenly deity.
Panic!
Shock!
Fear!
Terror!
The expressions of the people informed him that he still wielded supreme power on the Sumeru Continent, and no one dared to easily oppose him.
Except for Mo Ningxiang of the Xuan Clan!
His eye twitched slightly, revealing a fierce and venomous look.
Although everyone present were clan leaders of the major Ancient Clans, in his eyes, they were nothing but powerless ants.
With just one command or a slight movement of his foot, these people would die tragically at his hands.
Of course.
