"Through this challenge, I wonder what our clansmen have seen, and what have you all learned?"
The clan leader, Meng Haosheng, looked around sternly.
The clansmen didn't know what was going on. They widened their eyes and looked puzzled.
"Sigh!
It looks like you guys are hopeless.
"Look at you guys, you're all sick and you don't even know it.
"Arrogant, domineering, condescending, narrow-minded …"
Meng Haosheng's face turned cold.
Next, he mercilessly scolded the clansmen below the third generation.
"When we die, what's the difference between you and the ordinary sects and forces in the outside world?
Zhang Xing turned the tide this time, but what about next time?
What if a higher-level Dark Army appears next time?
To put it bluntly, you'll be like those sects and forces, turning into walking corpses and puppets in an instant. "
"…"
The juniors who were scolded all lowered their heads, but they didn't take it to heart.
Some of them even muttered in their hearts that the patriarch's words were unnecessary.
The reclusive clans were so powerful and rich in resources. When you guys die, won't we rise?
By then, we'll also be big shots at the elder level.
Zombie armies, Dark Army, of course, we'll deal with them.
If Meng Haosheng knew what they were thinking, he would definitely feel very sad.
But even if he knew, he couldn't control their hearts.
Of course, these old guys also had a certain degree of responsibility.
These years, they had also let down their guard and started to enjoy it.
Nine-star Saint was already the highest realm in this world. It was impossible to become a God.
According to the ancient records, there were no God Realm creatures in the Dark Army.
There were just more Eight or Nine-star Saints.
In addition, their strange attack methods weren't something that ordinary martial artists could deal with.
It was especially difficult for humans to fight against dark creatures when they were both One-star Saints.
As for Venerables below the Saint Realm.
Dark creatures were more powerful than humans of the same realm.
So, the main combat power of humans was still concentrated in the Saint Realm.
Unfortunately, the last hope of humans was only this small world.
This was built by countless seniors with endless blood, sweat, and tears.
In the past thousand years, only three great clans stood out.
There were more than 100 seven-star Saints in each clan.
The other hundreds of clans in the small world had all declined.
Currently, there were only 30 clans with high-level Saint Realm experts left.
However, each clan only had one or two Eight or Nine Star Saints.
In addition, the Spirit Qi in the small world was gradually declining, and the impact of the underground seal on the dark passage was increasing day by day.
Meng Haosheng and the others began to worry.
Zhang Xing's appearance gave him hope.
Since he could control the undead, he could also control the dark creatures.
However, Zhang Xing needed to be stronger.
That was why he was recruited to be the thirteenth elder.
With that, Meng Haosheng officially announced that Zhang Xing had joined the Meng Clan as the thirteenth Elder.
Seventeen years old, the youngest elder.
"Next, we warmly welcome Elder Zhang to speak to everyone!"
The fat elder who presided over the ceremony said excitedly.
However, none of the Meng Family disciples applauded.
The situation was awkward for a moment.
The Meng Clan's disciples were clearly not convinced and did not give him any face.
However, what they did made Meng Haosheng and the others very angry.
Why are you so clueless? We invited Zhang Xing to be an elder.
If you don't give him face, you don't give us, the ancestors, any face.
Zhang Xing sat in the thirteenth seat in the front row. He didn't get up.
His expression was calm as usual.
I, Zhang Xing, don't need you trash to give me face.