Up until now, the Ancient Clans all hadn't understood what kind of an opponent they were facing.
But outside the Ancient You Clan valley today, they had witnessed so many powerful youths that made them feel like nothing in comparison. It was as if they were as insignificant as mere ants. They had turned up one after another and there was no way they would be able to deal with that kind of power and numbers.
As long as they retained the fragments, they would be a target of the Ancient You Clan.
It had become a ticking time bomb.
No matter how good it was, they had no choice but to use their lives to trade for it.
It was not a surprise that the Ancient Clans all had the same thoughts. They understood that the difference between them and the Ancient You Clan was too great and they were powerless to prevent them from taking the fragments of the Spirit of Chaos.
Their only option was to hand it over.
But…
