Early the next morning, Rhys Blackwood swiftly selected five new elders and abolished dozens of outdated clan laws in public.
Gareth Blackwood held the new clan rules in trembling hands, and among them, one clearly stated: "Anyone who steals a fellow clan member's snake gallbladder shall be skinned and have their tendons pulled out."
"Sir, isn't... isn't this a bit too harsh?"
The Old Beastman asked cautiously.
Rhys Blackwood gathered a ball of black mist in his palm and blasted it right in front of the Old Beastman's feet: "If you think it's harsh, then get lost right now."
A pitch-black, bottomless hole instantly appeared at the Old Beastman's feet, like the entrance to hell; the entire Aethel Serpent Clan fell silent with fear.
Gareth Blackwood swallowed hard and hurriedly declared his stance: "Not harsh, not harsh at all!"
Hell, skinning and pulling tendons was gentle compared to falling into an unknown black hole.
