After such a great battle, the area outside Baiyun Peak was in utter ruins.
Song Changsheng and his party hovered in mid-air, coldly watching Du Huating and the others. The atmosphere was tense.
Du Huating looked at Song Changsheng, who had clearly emerged as the leader, and was filled with a multitude of emotions. 'This is no longer the same wet-behind-the-ears kid who once hid behind Wang Wanzhou for protection.'
'He has now grown into the greatest threat to the four-family alliance.'
"Song! You demanded so many concessions, and this is how you repay us? Why did you let those people break through? Is this what the Song Clan calls credibility?"
No one had expected Li Siyang to be the first one to snap, and he immediately directed his accusations at the Song Clan.
Song Changsheng looked at him as if he were a circus clown. Faced with this hysterical outburst, his expression remained apathetic as he said coldly, "The credibility of my Song Clan is not for you to judge."
