The Big Ten clan leaders and their Supreme Emperors went to their ships first. They didn't want to see Almond's face anymore.
Inside the meeting room in one of the ships, the Durlin clan's leader smashed his fist on the table, almost cracking it as he failed to hold back due to his anger.
"If not for his geneline, I would have killed him! Fuck!"
"All twenty Supreme Emperors you sent died, so your anger is justified," one of the descender of the third layer spoke calmly. "The damage he dealt to us was not small."
"This is the second time! Previously, he also killed a hundred of our Supreme Emperors."
"The number of our Supreme Emperors is almost reaching half! We may have a lot more Immortal Emperors, but they are still growing and yet to reach Supreme Emperor status."
"We can't afford to get more of our Supreme Emperors killed by that bastard. We will lose our superiority if this continues."
