In a particular place of Aurora City, a bitter silence lood over the heads of thousands.
There were sporadic crying all around the scene but they were forcefully chastised by the more senior mbers of the fallen clan.
One the side of this depressing spectacle were a crowd of beautiful n and won who were not part of this defeated family.
They ca bearing gifts and readied words of adulation but were wise enough to not interrupt this muted atmosphere.
There will co a ti for when they would begin their introductions but that mont has not yet arrived from them.
And so everyone awaited the decisions of a young man in bloody colored robes.
"I know that you are angry and in pain. You have reason to feel that way because I have killed so of your loved ones and family mbers." Our bored gar started at last.
He was not that cruel to let his visitors wait further on the side.
"You are a monster! I will kill you one day! I SWEAR!" A boy about the age of 10 or below scread in a childish voice before our good gar could continue with his words.
Tears of blood fell from the boy's eyes and there was pure hate on his innocent face.
"Hush, my son!" A woman hugged the little boy and caged him in her embrace. She then looked at our avid gar and apologized at once.
"Please don't bla my son, master. He does not know what he says." The woman trembled in her delivery. In her eyes, our bored gar was nothing but a bloodthirsty demon.
She did not fear that she would lose her life but she wanted for her son to live more than anything else in the world. This noble mother would die for her son's sake if need be.
Fortunately for this pair of mother and son, Clark rely nodded once and continued with his dire speech. He was currently sitting on a regal chair that once belonged to the Han Family.
Before him was a sea of kneeling n, won and children.
This was of course not the entire Han survivors because a majority of them had already escaped the confines of the family grounds. Our bored gar was too lazy to entertain those deserters.
All in all, there were maybe only twenty thousand clansn left in here.
"You can all stay or choose to go out of the Han Family. But should you remain, rember that there will be drastic changes that I would implent in this place."
Clark announced to the people. He did not waste his breath in order to justify what he did.
Every single one that he had slaughtered today were evil people who had done unforgivable cris in their long life but so were those cultivators in other clans that ever existed in this city.
It was only the Han Clan's terrible luck to get the short stick of the draw.
Especially since a lot of their Elders had dabbled with sacrificial rituals in order to get strength that only determined their demise in the end.
Alas, Clark was content to let this fact be hidden from everyone's perception.
As our bored gar had said from the start, he was not one to justify his actions since he only did this in order to gain fa and push his interest further into completion.
'SIGH!'
'It's hard to wear the face of the devil sotis.'
'I get to be the bad one in front of these children.' Clark lanted as he looked at the exodus of people that wished to leave from their ho.
They carried on their wounded and knocked out brethren out of the field. Thirty minutes later, only a handful were left in the scene.
About 5 thousand people from the initial 20 thousand crowd. The ones left were mostly poor families that would not survive without the shelter of a clan.
They had only insignificant cultivation base and so were already old enough to see their graves in a few years to co.
Thus, these people had no choice but to stay in order to survive in this harsh world.
"Han Ma, co forward." Our bored gar called towards an old grandpa in the fray.
"M – master?" Han Ma almost fainted on the spot when he heard our avid gar call his na.
He did not know how our good gar could have known his identity but with the help of the system Nancy, it was easy to gather simple details like people's nas.
Han Ma stood up and walked in trembling knees towards the young man in red robes.
"Since you are the strongest one that remains, I will have to trouble you with managing your brethren. Han Ma, are you willing to take this task?" Clark asked.
He could see with the detailed information of this old man that he was already in the 8th Stage of Martial Realm.
Marital Realm cultivators only had a 100 year life span and so with his advanced age of 98 years old, Han Ma would die in no more than 2 years from the present.
"This old man is willing to undertake this quest, master!" Han Ma bowed deeply in place. He was born in the Han Family and had grown wrinkles in here also.
He knew that almost all the people that died today were probably the worst scum of the earth.
And so while the rest was mourning, this old man was only much thankful for the heavens to finally answer his prayers today.
Only the deities know how many pitiful souls had fallen victim to the atrocities of the Senior mbers of the clan.
A luckless maiden would get missing one night and when her family would shout foul play, they would soon follow and vanish into nothing. It was as if they never existed in the first place.
Thus, it was the fate of the powerless to accept this kind of hell. The Han Family was never a haven for the weak. Quite the contract in fact.
"Now it's ti for to see my guests from afar." Clark whispered as he gazed on the rapidly increasing envoys near the gates.
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