1525 Destroying the Rain Clan (1)

The world was quiet at the moment.

All the Ancestral Gods were so befuddled that none of them dared to move. They trembled like moths, overtaken by the fear of death they had almost forgotten.

That long lost feeling refreshed their memories and reminded them of what they were like when they were weak.

"I'll be in charge from now on. Any objections?" Su Ping looked down at them, and his voice resounded in the world.

After witnessing the deep seated arrogance of the Seven Great Clans, Su Ping was determined to become a dictator.

The greatest advantage of a dictatorship was efficiency. All instructions would be carried out, swiftly, without arguments.

Dictatorships had existed in every era. It was just that some were the acts of individuals while others worked in groups. Just like the great clans had ruled over the godly world together.

Their group effort had rendered all others incapable of resisting.