Mo Ningxiang took a deep breath and stepped forward.
Facing the raucous crowd, there was no longer any fear on her face.
Calm as water, still as an ancient well.
She slowly raised her hand.
The noisy crowd gradually quieted down.
The billions of Xuan Clan citizens seemed to see the shadow of Mo Chen in Mo Ningxiang.
The Clan Leader who led the Xuan Clan to glory, unexpectedly died tragically by the hands of the Heavenly Clan's Dongmen Nu, and this could not be left unavenged.
Today, Dongmen Nu's blood must be shed to honor Clan Leader Mo Chen!
Everyone held onto this belief, their eyes bloodshot with anger, staring furiously at Mo Ningxiang.
It seemed Mo Ningxiang had inherited Mo Chen's demeanor, naturally possessing a leadership ability.
As long as she stood there, the crowd was as silent as cicadas in winter.
"Little Princess, Dongmen Nu must be killed."
"We are not afraid to wage war against the Heavenly Clan, even at the cost of sacrifices."
