All the powerful clans nodded. For the sake of sacrificial offerings and killing Yang Xiao, they, who were usually benevolent and virtuous, did not care about these things at this time.Only Powerman had the right to write history. As long as Yang Xiao was killed, they were still the high and mighty Golden Ancient Clan.All the powerful clans stood up together, while Jia He stood aside with an uncertain look on his face. "The ugly Elder, do you still want to make trouble for the tiger? The situation should be very clear now. What's your position?"Everyone's eyes fell on the ugly Elder."Holy Son, I have my reasons," the ugly Elder said slowly.Jia He narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't care if you have any difficulties, but you are still on the side of Yang Xiao. If you continue to be stubborn, you should know what will happen to you."The ugly Elder's voice was still hoarse. "I have my reasons.""What a hard time!" Jia He, the Holy Son of the Western Corpse Clan, shouted.At
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