"Dead? Grandfather is dead? Majesty Father is dead? Third granduncle and the rest are also dead?"
On the city wall of Buddha Smiling City, Yi Chan suddenly felt a hint of despair. The Zi Clan young clan head was holding onto the Buddha Thearch's Vajra Scepter. The Buddha Thearch had not used this weapon in a long time; he had brought it with him this time as a safety precaution. This treasure was impossible to replicate; Yi Chan recognized it instantly.
"Lady Chan!"
The Zi Clan young clan head, Zi Fengtian, was quite good-looking and was quite dapper; it was in contrast with his name. He locked onto Yi Chan, smiled, and said, "The Buddha Thearch and the rest have long passed away. Now that we—thirty-six clans—have combined forces, the Yi Chan is destined to be annihilated. Please do not resist; it is futile. Surrender and I promise you all will not die while we will not massacre the people of the Yi Clan."
