868 Suffering Losses

It was completely quiet inside the main hall. Only the sound of everyone's hurried breathing could be heard.

Rat and Old Bastard's legs had become somewhat unstable, and they were trembling with their heads lowered. Behind them, the descendants holding spirit fruits in their hands were unable to keep their composure and their hands were shuddering continuously.

When the little girl standing beside Madam saw that, she suddenly burst out laughing. Madam, who was sitting on the main seat, gave her a glance, and the little girl immediately covered her mouth.

"You mortals dare to be so unbridled in front of me? This is a small lesson for you. If I didn't have to consider the sixth ancestor's face, your bodies and heads would've been separated by now, given your words.

"Can anyone in the Ground Clan actually come to make us surrender? Or would the sixth ancestor lower himself and come to deal with us personally?" the madam asked with a slow smile.