Chapter 2774 - 2769: The Clan Leader’s Thoughts

"An Tian, the final judgment has been delivered by this king, all the members of the Clan of Darkness have heard this ultimate verdict of execution, and now you come forth to act in this manner, to plead with this king, do you intend to make me lose trust in front of the clan members?"

"Do you truly want this king to retract the orders already issued for your own selfish desire?" An Ye’s voice was transmitted from the great hall, carrying a powerful oppressive presence.

As he knelt down, An Tian felt a strong pressure above him; it was as if an invisible mountain loomed over him, trying to press him to the ground.

This pressure and oppressive feeling that should have been unbearable for an ordinary person, An Tian managed to withstand with his sheer will, slowly raised his head under the Clan Leader An Ye’s pressure and shouted:

"Your servant dares not make such arrogant demands of the king, but your servant has already pleaded and received permission from the Abyss of Darkness and General An Zan’s family to lift the punishment; they have agreed to spare my child."

"Therefore, your servant, with a fluke mentality, came here hoping the Clan Leader would retract the decision. I am willing to pay any price, just to ask the Clan Leader to give my son a chance to live!" An Tian once again bowed his head to the ground.

After ten days of repeated kneeling and kowtowing, An Tian’s forehead had long surpassed a mere bloody mess; it was entirely flesh collapsed, with tendons and bones faintly visible, indicating the extreme force he exerted each time he kowtowed.

An Ye sat at the summit of the great hall in the Endless Void, black whirlpools circling around him, exuding an extremely dense aura of destruction, yet An Ye remained calm in such an environment, even unchanging in facial expression, showcasing his strength as the foremost of the Clan of Darkness!

An Ye waved his large hand, forming one obscure seal after another with both hands, then the eighty-one black whirlpools infused with destructive power coalesced into one, finally transforming into a mass of black energy that entered An Ye’s mind.

He slowly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked at An Tian kneeling and kowtowing below, his eyes were extremely deep, without a trace of white; they were pure black like the Endless Void, and although An Tian was far from An Ye, everything An Ye did, his appearance and attire, were all captured by An Ye.

Truthfully, An Ye had deep impressions of the samurai who often charged at the front on the battlefield, even though An Ye himself hadn’t participated in many wars, merely acting as a deterrent and support.

This was a customary rule agreed upon by each world leader, absorbing the fortune of an entire tribe or even world, they had long surpassed their tribal members by far, the lower the world in the Nine Nether, the more powerful the world leader was; if such beings were to participate in war, it would often result in countless casualties.

If one world leader acted, other leaders wouldn’t idly watch their people being slaughtered, naturally they’d join the battle; should such entities clash, it would often cause catastrophic scenes with mountains collapsing, the earth shifting, mountains, rivers, and seas being destroyed.

Therefore, world leaders knew their own strength and that of other leaders; they’d long agreed not to participate in wars unless absolutely necessary, to avoid unnecessary casualties and destruction, as they could go to each other’s world to cause havoc.

Ultimately, such actions would benefit no one, only add trouble.

Thus, An Ye hadn’t partaken in many wars, but he still had deep impressions of An Tian, a samurai of little fame within the tribe, An Ye recalled a battle in a canyon where numerous enemies encircled the Clan of Darkness warriors.

These soldiers had another severe task, to reclaim a high ground belonging to their world, but almost everyone was trapped by enemy forces, the encirclement resembling a nearly unbreakable iron barrel.

Furthermore, the reinforcements were still a long way off; as everyone thought there was no hope of breaking free, a young samurai stood up, riding his Dark Beast without reason and charging forward to battle with the enemy with unwarranted confidence.

When the situation seemed a sure victory, only needing to slowly crush the warriors to death, the sudden emergence of this defiant young man disrupted the enemy’s formation.

This young warrior wielded a broadsword, and with each swing, he decapitated several enemies, then controlled the now frenzied Dark Beast beneath him, shouting to the enemy:

"I am An Tian of the Clan of Darkness’s Black Samurai Corps, you scoundrels, who dares fight me?"

His roar, like a dragon and lion in fury, coupled with the clan members’ unusual appearance and their pupils turning blood-red when emotionally stirred, intimidated all present enemies; their mounts whimpering in fear of the powerful roar, bodies trembling gently.