As the voice of the imperial army's commander resounded across the Valian family manor, the family guards tensed upon recognizing that it came from the strongest imperial troop commander, Clarin Lenavis. She was the commander of the most powerful battalion of the imperial family and a cultivator at the middle pseudo-immortal stage.
She had arrived with her entire battalion of more than six hundred troops, surrounding the manor, while other powers stood behind them to offer support or to show allegiance.
"Get out, you traitor!"
"Drag him out! Kill that traitor!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Shouts and screams from the angry mob echoed outside, reaching into the manor.
Inside, everyone had already fallen into despair and panic. They all knew that today might mark the end of the Valian family. None of them knew what would happen next or what they should do as they waited for the grand duke's order for their next course of action.
