Once Miao Zhen spoke, he had a strong suppression that caused the surrounding crowd to stop in their tracks unwittingly.
"Back then, you cruelly murdered seven clansmen. That's your first crime! Then, you attacked me when I was at an important stage of breaking through, pushing the deaths of those seven clansmen to me. Finally, you took advantage of me being locked up at Seven Lotus Peak to steal my bloodline power and strengthen your own talent—that's your third crime!"
"Miao Yang, which of these things did you not do? Every single incident concerns the lives of many clansmen, yet you have to cheek to question me?!"
Miao Zhen's appearance was cold, and his gaze was like a knife that stared deep into Miao Yang, not hiding his mockery at all. "I want to ask you: After so many years, how stable has it been after you ascended the clan leader position by riding on your clansman's bones and blood?!"
