They saw blood dripping down the high priest's forehead, leaving everyone at a loss.

The voice in the pavilion was like thunder: "You old man, you are so bold. I have already opened the voodoo net for you, but you still dare to push it even further!!!"

The high priest lowered his head and looked at the blood drops dripping on the ground, and then continued: "Please grant me your permission, your Majesty. There are a total of 367 old people in our clan. There must be no missing souls."

For an instant, the place fell into a deathly silence, and everyone even held their breath involuntarily, staring at the high priest in stunned silence.

The Miao clan chiefs were already trembling and kneeling on the ground, preparing to meet the wrath of this god.

"Hehehe, I haven't seen such a high priest with such backbone for a long time."

Accompanied by laughter, two maids walked out of the pavilion, one on the left and one on the right, moving away the screen that blocked everyone.

Everyone looked towards the pavilion with wide eyes, wanting to see the true God's grace.

I saw white silk floating around the pavilion, revealing a body covered with dragon scales, and a stern face looming among the floating white silk.

"Old guy, tell me, if I don't agree, what are you going to do to calm my anger."

The cold eyes peered through the gaps in the white silk, making people shudder.

However, what shocked everyone was that the high priest slowly stood up from the ground, holding the crutch in front of him with one hand, silently grabbing the other end of the crutch with the other hand, and pulling the crutch with both hands "Click!"

It gradually cracked open, revealing a dark red blade.

"If your Majesty does not agree.

There is only one way for me to calm down the king's anger...
Chapter completed!