The glow around the young lord was brimming with divinity - a sign of a cultivator at the sovereign realm. It was oppressive, enough to force the weaker members into submission. 

“So that’s a sovereign…” One pale youth trembled with fear.

“One hand wave is enough to exterminate nine clans.” Another whispered.

If the young lord were to attack a minor sect, it would be akin to a dragon stomping down on an ant nest. The latter would have zero chance of ...