Fantasy: Let You Be The Patriarch, And You Mass-Produce The Great Emperor?

"Clan Chief, do we really let Xue Tu go?" Mu Wenxian asked.

"He must live." Mu Shenchuan said firmly: "Nan Fenglie, the Sect Leader of the Demon Sect, has touched my bottom line. Even if I try my best today, I will make him pay a heavy price."

"Okay!" Mu Wenxian nodded.

"Let's go back to the clan first. I want to kill him with my own hands!"

Mu Shenchuan's eyes were extremely sinister and vicious, and when he thought of the humiliation the Demon Sect had given him, the hatred in his heart couldn't stop pouring out.

"Let's go." Mu Shenchuan said, and then stepped into the meeting hall.

The Mu family members followed closely behind and quickly disappeared, leaving only a body lying in the wilderness.

"Pfft!" Xue Tu spurted out a large mouthful of blood, his breath became much weaker, his body shook violently, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Young Master." Everyone from Blood Prison Peak hurriedly ran over.

Xue Tu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked into the distance, and murmured with a hint of expectation: "My brother should have arrived at Wuji City.

In the central area of ​​Tianji City, a majestic and majestic city stands there, with walls as high as a thousand feet, giving people a great sense of oppression and heart palpitations.

There are two rows of soldiers guarding the city gate, which is heavily guarded.

The heads of several major aristocratic families in the city and the head of Tianji City stood like pine trees on the side of the avenue, waiting for a long time.

Mu Shenchuan led two sisters, Mu Wenxian and Mu Wushuang, to ride the wind with their swords and land on the ground.

"Welcome to Senior Mu!" All the powerful men shouted in unison, their voices deafening, echoing in the sky.

Mu Shenchuan nodded indifferently, looked around, and said in a deep voice: "No need to be polite! Everyone, get up!"

Mu Shenchuan's voice seemed to contain some kind of magic power, which lifted the spirits of the hundreds of True Immortals present, and their aura suddenly reached its peak. They all held their heads high and proud.

"Thank you Mu, senior!" Everyone responded one after another.

The two girls, Mu Wenxian and Mu Wushuang, were much more low-key. They followed the clan leader quietly and glanced around.

"Family heads, what we are going to discuss this time is a matter related to the survival of the entire Tianji City. Please be fully prepared and do not act rashly." Mu Shenchuan warned.

Hearing this, the faces of all the family heads changed, and then they solemnly promised: "Please rest assured, leader! We will fully cooperate and there will never be any mistakes.

…Please give me flowers…

Having said that, they did not appear too solemn and did not seem to take this matter as a big deal.

For Tianji City, there is only one opportunity every ten years. Therefore, for the major families and Sect disciples, there is only one opportunity for experience every ten years.

This opportunity is what they are most looking forward to, and it is also the most difficult treasure to compete for.

"I hope you remember what I just said, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Mu Shenchuan warned coldly, looking at everyone with slightly narrowed eyes.

Several family heads trembled suddenly, feeling as if they were being targeted by poisonous snakes, and their whole bodies were filled with chills.

Mu Shenchuan is so powerful, who dares to provoke him?

"Let's go! Let's talk after we enter the city." Mu Shenchuan waved his sleeves and then took the lead with Mu Wenxian and Mu Wushuang.

Seeing this, the family heads and the children of the aristocratic families followed closely and entered the city in a mighty manner.

Mu Shenchuan and the other two people went straight to the direction of Mu Mansion, while the rest of the forces were scattered throughout Tianji City, looking quite busy, but everyone's faces showed excitement.