Dongmen Nu was carried into the Heavenly Clan like a dead dog.
"Something bad! Something bad!"
Dongmen Buju, the clan leader of the Heavenly Clan, was disturbed by the noise while leisurely sipping tea. He opened his eyes slightly, his gaze as sharp as a knife.
Furthermore.
His eyes were one blue and one green, appearing as if they were fake, quite terrifying.
It was as if he was being stared at by a demon from hell, causing a chilling sensation down one's spine, as though their soul was being sucked away.
Dongmen Buju remembered clearly giving an order.
Those who disturb his tranquility shall be killed without mercy.
Who is it?!
Who dares to come so boldly?!
Dongmen Buju's face was full of anger, and with a slight force from his two fingers, the cup instantly shattered into several pieces, clattering to the ground, spilling tea everywhere.
He pinched a piece and hid it in his palm.
"Who's there?"
His voice was icy, as if it came from an ancient ice cave.
