Can't say that.
Muo Long's words directly frightened the three clan leaders present.
What a joke, if the Vein Master came, wouldn't they crush them to death?
A dignified Tier Four powerhouse going against ordinary humans, wouldn't that be a slap in the face for the Xiaoyang Race?
Moreover, the Vein Master, with a wave of the hand, has the might of causing landslides and earthquakes, yet looking around, the mountains are as numerous as ever.
The Vein Master might as well be playing whack-a-mole with the mountains.
The Northern Humans are as cunning as foxes.
Feeling the aura emanating from Muo Long, the three clan leaders first bowed their heads, and soon their bodies began to shrink downwards as well.
"My lord, you've actually already fulfilled the clan's directive by scouring through the Northern Humans."
